“Please, you can’t tell anyone about this,” I begged my husband’s bully, Hussein.

“You’re in no position to be giving orders, bitch,” Hussein smugly responded.

“If anyone finds out about this…” I pleaded. “Please, Hussein, I know how hard on you I’ve been for bullying my husband around, but I’m begging you…”.

“That’s right, girl, keep begging…” he demanded.

The way he said that to me, the smirk on his lips, the cocky glance, the adjustment of his package…it was making me so wet. I was at the mercy of this kid, and he knew it. The problem was that I was both he and my husband’s boss. Hussein was treating me with a lack of respect ever since I promoted my husband instead of him to a position they were both vying for. It really wasn’t favoritism – my husband was the more qualified man. But now Hussein and walked into my office and saw me do something no one – not even my husband – knew about. I was fucked – there was no way the cocky Arab was going to just ‘let me go.’ I couldn’t let anyone find out my secret, especially my husband. Hussein’s expression told me that he had nothing but bad intentions planned.

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Since the promotion, Hussein had been bullying my husband around at work as if they were in high school. My husband didn’t tell human resources about the harassment because he was embarrassed – after all, he was a grown man who was being picked on by someone he outranked. That didn’t matter to Hussein, though. He was passive aggressive and did everything from push my husband around in the lunchroom to ‘accidentally’ spill food on my husband’s head when walking by him. What my husband didn’t know was that the more he was bullied, the more it made me see Hussein as an alpha male. It got to the point where I was fantasizing about Hussein’s dominance when I masturbated.

Now Hussein had caught me doing something that could unravel my marriage, my job, and by association, my husband’s career. Instead of a feeling of panic, I was aroused beyond belief.

“Hussein, I’ll do anything you say if you keep what you saw a secret,” I begged again. “Just tell me what you want, and we’ll forget this ever happened.

“Sure, sounds fair,” Hussein chuckled. “Get the fuck on your knees and take my dick out.”

“I’m serious, Hussein,” I said.

“Yeah, so am I.” Hussein clarified. “What are you gonna do? Tell HR? Tell your husband?”

“This is blackmail.”

“Your little secret is SO much worse, though.”

“Hussein…”

“Knees or I’m leaving.”

“Hussein, please don’t make me do this,” I said lowering myself to my knees. My hesitation and resistance were completely illegitimate, and the stocky Arab knew it.

“Please. You don’t think I see the way you look at me?” Hussein snickered. “You need this so bad, and you know it.”

“What if…what if…”

“Look, I’m not gonna force you to do anything,” Hussein stressed as he zipped up his pants. “But if you want me gone, no problem. Peace…”

“Wait,” I said placing my hand on his. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch.

“Tell me what you want,” Hussein said looking down at me. He had such superiority, such authority over me. It was making me wet, and there was no point in fighting it.

“I want you,” I whimpered. Hussein lifted my head by placing his hand under my chin and asked me the same question.

“What do you want?” He repeated.

“I want to make you happy,” I said in defeat.

“Why?”

“Because…because…”

“I’m losing my patience.”

“Because…”

Hussein knew he had me dead to rights, and that I was going to do anything he told me to. He was playing with me, but I could also tell he was getting impatient. If he left, there’s no telling what he would do with my secret.

The truth was that I was so wet for him at that moment that I would have done anything he asked of me. As much as I wanted to give into my temptation, if I had did what he said, I would be crossing a line that I couldn’t come back from. I knew the reality of the situation in spite of how irrationally I was thinking.

Meanwhile, as I was pondering what to do, Hussein had already unbuckled his belt and pulled his slacks down. He took my head and moved it towards his boxer briefs. I could smell the heat from his package right through the fabric of his underwear. With a swift motion, Hussein yanked down his boxers, and his big cock hit me in the face. Hussein was huge, bigger than my husband, without question. While Hussein was a stocky guy, his massive cock was not proportioned to the rest of his physique. I had to use both hands to cup it. His balls were not hanging down – they were rounded and full, a total contrast to my husband’s sagging sack. Hussein was laughing as I inspected his penis. He knew this was all new to me.

“I love the expression on a white girl’s face when she sees my big Arab cock for the first time,” Hussein said to me. I tried to respond, but the second I opened my mouth, it was stuffed full of Hussein’s girth. My mouth was full, and I began choking on his big dick. Hussein immediately pulled out and yanked my head back by grabbing a fistful of my blonde hair.

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“No teeth, boss!” He screamed.

“Sorry,” I said to him wiping the tears from my eyes. I wasn’t sad – it was the aggressiveness of Hussein that overwhelmed me. That’s when reality slapped me in the face. Here I was cheating on my husband with his office bully.

My Middle-Eastern Employee Face-Fucked Me After I Promoted My Husband Instead of Him

I suspected that I was doing a lousy job sucking my employee’s big cock because he began thrusting his pelvis backward and forwards in front of my face. His huge dick was sliding in and out of my mouth, and I was salivating all over it. I worried that I was disappointing the big Arab, that he was mouth-fucking me the way he was because I had no idea what I was doing. In my defense, though, I didn’t – I never gave my husband a blowjob, and I had never been with anyone before marriage. Was I slobbering all over Hussein’s dick? Was that frowned upon? Did he want me to play with his balls? Was I supposed to be stroking his big dick while I sucked it? I had no notes to turn to; I was just going on instinct. Deep down inside, I wanted to give my husband’s bully the best blowjob ever, I just wasn’t sure how to suck cock.

“Just keep your head still,” Hussein told me. “I’m gonna face fuck you till I cum.”

So I did just that. I held Hussein’s thighs and looked up at him as he aggressively fucked my mouth. When his dick began throbbing, I sensed that he was about to cum.

“Swallow it,” Hussein commanded.

Hussein was grunting as he shot copious amounts of his load into the mouth that kisses my husband. I wanted to tell him I didn’t want to do that, but as the big Arab’s semen began discharging into my mouth, I realized it didn’t taste that bad. It felt like I was tasting the big bully’s essence, odd as that sounds. I didn’t expect Hussein to cum as much as he did – some of his semen began seeping out of the sides of my mouth.

“Good girl,” Hussein said to me with a smirk on his face. “You’ll get better at this over time.”

A sense of panic immediately set in. What he said implied that this was not a one-and-done situation. Hussein was going to exploit me, and there was nothing I could do about it. Illogically, I was wetter than I had ever been.

“Oh, forgot to tell you,” Hussein said as he pulled his pants up. His phone was in a holster attached to his belt. The big Arabic bully took out his phone and began playing a video. It was low-angle footage of me worshiping his huge cock.

“I was recording all of this,” Hussein said to me with a smug look on his face.

“Oh, fuck me…” I shouted in defeat.

“I will, at some point…if you do as you’re told, that is…” Hussein laughed. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

“That depends,” I said as I got to my feet. “Are you going to stop picking on my husband?”

“This is not a negotiation.” Hussein reminded me. “I know your secret. I also have you on tape sucking dick. Not just any dick – the dick that belongs to your husband’s bully. Also, there’s the fact that I’m your employee…and that you sucked my dick in your office…”

Hussein wasn’t pulling any punches. He was laying down the law. He was showing me who was the alpha male, and who had the power between the two us. This was the big Arab making a statement.

“Just tell me what you want. I can’t give you my husband’s job.”

“Not yet,” Hussein said mischievously. “In the meantime, you’re gonna do what I say, when I say it.”

“I can’t risk my reputation…”

“I know that, you’re useless to me if I destroy you,” Hussein said trying to put me at ease. “With that, don’t think I won’t release the footage, and I will tell everyone your secret if I don’t get what I want.”

“You could be bluffing.”

“You know I’m not. Besides, nothing will happen to me.”

“You’re blackmailing me. I’d say you’re not so innocent as you think you are.”

“Between the two of us, who do you think would be more fucked if your secret got out?”

“…me.”

“How would your husband react if he found out you cheated on him? Actually, bad example, that little wimp would probably get off on this.”

“Don’t talk about my husband that way,” I said trying to protect the man I married. I needed to show Hussein that I wasn’t a complete pushover.

“Watch your tone, boss” Hussein’s tone was stern. “You boss me around again; I’m gonna take it out on your husband.”

“Okay, okay, sorry…”

“For what it’s worth, we both know I could beat the shit out of your husband if I chose to. I’m the bigger man between the two of us, and you know it.”

“In more ways than one, Hussein,” I said to him with a flirtatious smile.

“That’s my girl,” Hussein smiled back. I blushed.

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“You know I’m more qualified than that sissy,” Hussein said walking up to me and wiping a drop of his cum off the side of my cheek with a tissue. “You promoted him because you’re married to him.”

“I promoted him because he was more qualified. At least…at the time.”

“That was the right answer,” Hussein said with a smirk. “That tells me you’re gonna make things right.”

“Hussein…”

“In time, not right away. Make it look natural. But you better make it happen.”

“Or what?” I said playfully placing my hand on his chest.

“Disobey me and we’ll all find out. Right?”

“…”

“I asked you a question, boss.”

“Yes, Hussein.”

“That’s my girl.” Hussein chucked before winking at me.

Hussein left the office and the rest of the day was business as usual. The big Arab was on my mind but not in a scary way. I smiled in excitement thinking about how things would be with Hussein bullying me around. It was like he hijacked my marriage, and for some reason, that made me want him more. The concept of giving someone beneath me in stature power over me made me hot. Hussein was cocky, arrogant, smug…he was everything my husband wasn’t.

You can imagine how excited I was when Hussein returned to the office at the end of the work day.

“I dumped the rest of my work on your douchebag husband’s desk,” Hussein said with a grin. “He’ll be a little late coming home today, boss.”

Hussein approached me from behind and his big hands grabbed my waist. One hand then grabbed my tit; the other slid up my skirt. Hussein moaned when he felt my wetness.

“What are you?”

“I’m your girl.”

“Fucking right you are.”

Just like that, Hussein had my skirt off and his pants down. His thick fat fingers were aggressively invading my wet hot pussy. He was preparing me for his big dick. My husband’s bully was going to fuck me in my office.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, fuck me!”

“Why?”

“Because I need it?”

“That’s nice,” Hussein laughed. “But I don’t give a fuck what you need.”

Hussein slid his giant mushroom head into my bare pussy and marveled at how wet I was for him. He was able to glide his fat cock right into me.

“You want me to fuck you slow?”

“No…”

“You want it rough?”

“Yesss……”

“You’re dipshit husband ever fuck you rough?”

“No….”

“Is his cock as big as mine?”

“Nooooo!!!!” I screamed trying to accommodate Hussein’s girth. “He’s nowhere near as big as you, Hussein!” I was stroking his ego by saying that, but I wasn’t being dishonest, either.

“Beg.”

“Please, Hussein, fuck me hard!” I begged my husband’s bully.

Hussein shoved half of his giant cock inside of me. He bent me over by pushing my body forwards with one hand and clutched my ass with the other one. He thrust into me slowly at first, but as he picked up the pace, he got more of his thick dick inside of me. I was shocked at how easily my wet tight pussy was accommodating him.

“I never had a girl as wet as you before,” Hussein said while slapping my ass. “You’re tight as fuck though. Means your husband ain’t fuckin’ ya. He must be gay.”

“No…he’s straight…” I said panting trying to defend the man I married. “He’s just not that big as you.”

At this point, my husband’s bully was breathing hard. Hussein slammed into me repeatedly so hard I needed to grab the couch’s armrest for balance. My comfort was of no interest to my middle eastern employee. All he wanted to do was bust a nut. What he didn’t expect was for me to orgasm the way I did. My sexy tight pussy was convulsing all over his big cock. My body was vibrating. My nice tight pussy began squirting. I had ever experienced any of these sensations. Sure, I orgasmed with my vibrator before, but Hussein was hitting all the right places. It was his speed, girth, and aggressiveness that helped me accomplish this.

“Wow,” Hussein said surprised. “Never seen a girl do that before, either.”

Hussein then pulled out, whipped his condom off, flipped me over and pushed me down to my knees again. A blast of cum shot right into my eye, and I gasped, two more shots hit the back of my throat. Cum then began pouring down my cheeks and lips. This kid was like a fountain of semen.

“Next time,” Hussein laughed as he pulled up his pants. “I won’t pull out…”

“Hussein…” I tried to talk him out of that, but he cut me off.

“…And next time we’re gonna do it on your bed…”

“Hussein…”

“…And I’m going to make your dumbass husband watch….”

“Hussein…!”

“…after I make him watch the footage of you worshiping my big Arab dick.”

And just like that, I had another spasming orgasm without touching myself.