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THE BETTER TIMES
by TV Favour
THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE
Sarah lay there naked on the bed, long silken legs parted oozing the juices of
her boss with the afterglow of sexual ecstasy. This night had long been on
the cards with the persistent begging from Phil who she had started working
for as a secretary almost four months previous. She had tried in vain to put
off his advances after hearing constant rumours of his conquests over the
years, which happened to be namely his other staff, but he was a charmer,
always complementing her on her body and dress sense, a dress sense that he
had help her perfect. He had always stated that the image of his office is
portrayed by the secretary that greets the clients so no trousers or long
dresses were allowed . So out went the frumpy floral long dresses and
trouser suits in came the mini skirted business suits.
She spent more time in enhancing the look with regular visits to the
beauticians for her fortnightly fix involving waxing and filing to keep up the
gorgeous look. She had even lost nearly a stone in weight firming up her
once ample back side and loosing a cup size, from a D to a C, on her breasts.
Looking up at the mirrored ceiling as she drew on her cigarette with her
luscious lips, she admired the body that was contained in it. From her scarlet
painted toe nails to her thick red hair, and the taught curvaceous body in
between, every inch the woman and very much satisfied with how her had
work had created it. She was now happy with her looks, her life and her
drop dead gorgeous boyfriend of one day.
"Fiona will not believe me" she giggled to herself.
She began to dream about what the future may hold in store for her and Phil
when he walked in from the front room where he had been on the phone.
"Sarah, I am afraid I have to ask you to leave. I have to attend some
unfinished business."
"Ohh" was the only thing that could come from her mouth. It had been quite
a night, all starting with her turning Phil down for a date and ending up with
her wined and dined and having sex in every conceivable position. The drink
had helped her to loose her inhibitions on the sexual front and most of what
she could remember was out of this world. Phil was truly a strong man with
a physique and manhood to match. It was a fantastic night to have finally lost
her virginity. She had even become a whizz at the old blow job thing, once
the she had stopped gagging she had taken in a good eight inches of broad
cock into her tiny mouth and throat.
"You do understand Sarah, don't you" he said sitting onto the bed before
running the outside of his hand down her shoulders.
"Of course Phil" she replied with a forced smile. "I just thought that seeing
as it is early on a Saturday morning with the suns shining that we could have
??."
Phil placed a finger to her lips, stopping her short "I know, but I just have to
do stuff. I will make it up to some time though."
"Oh well okay you workaholic you" Sarah stated while sitting up to kiss him.
He looked slightly away resulting in Sarah's attempt at fondness landing
politely on his cheek.
"Look, sorry to rush you but you have five minutes."
"For what" questioned Sarah?
"Well before you must leave. I really am very busy, as you well know" Phil
said in a soft, but commanding voice.
Sarah felt a bit brushed off, but realised that he was indeed a busy man so
jumped out of bed and grabbed her bra and camisole from the floor before
going into the bathroom to clean up. She emerged some two minutes later
still quite radiant from the still present afterglow of her first sexual encounter,
although a little swore around her vagina and breasts. She then pulled on her
barely black coloured hold ups up each of her legs along with her camisole
and bra she had put on in the bathroom before going into the front room
where Phil was sat drinking his coffee.
"You haven't seen my shoes and clothes have you Phil" she said with a wry
smile, gaining a flash back to how he asked her to strip for him in the way
that would make a stripper blush. He had asked her to pose and had taken
Polaroid's as she threw her clothes off in a fairly controlled frenzy.
"Your suit is hanging on the back of the chair there and your shoes are by the
door."
Sarah walked over to the chair and picked up her Black mini skirt and stepped
into it drawing the waistband up to over her hips before securing the button
and zip at the back. She noticed that the place had been scrubbed to the point
of gleaming from the previous drunken night. "Tidied up then Phil?
"Oh yes" Phil replied having been distracted from the sports headlines on the
TV.
Sarah then put her matching jacket on, buttoning it up before looking around
the room in a searching way.
"Looking for these ah" Phil said with a scoff before throwing over her thong
panties.
Sarah caught them with and with all the elegance she could muster pulled
them up her legs and onto her crutch before smoothing down her skirt.
"Well, okay then Phil, I'll be off."
"Yeah right."
"Thanks for last night"
Phil turned from the tele once more and nodded "Yes. I'll see you Monday
Sarah" then looked back to the tele.
Sarah turned and walked to the front door. She place her feet in her 4" heeled
shoes and walked out the door.
She flagged down a Taxi and headed home feeling some what confused. Phil
had been the perfect gentleman all night at dinner and the perfect lover once in
his flat, but the morning had thrown up a completely different man. He must
be tired and cheesed off with having to work on a Saturday she surmised
before getting another sight of the previous night. She had been on all fours
with Phil holding his penis at her entrance demanding she beg him to force it
home. She felt the rush of his rod ramming in as she screamed for him to
"Fuck me, Fuck me!"
"Here we are love. That will be ?3.50 please."
Sarah felt her cheeks redden have been stopped mid sexual thought. She
instinctively went for her bag and then scrabbled around frantically to find it.
She had left it at Phil's. "Er, sorry driver, but could you go back to where I
just came from. I've left my bag."
The driver sighed, started the meter again and turned the car around to head
back to Phil's.
"I'll just be a minute" Sarah told the driver before heading to the door. She
knocked without reply and then repeated the sequence with the same result.
She tried the door which opened so walked in and on towards the front room.
She spotted her bag on the floor next to the chair that Phil had seen her off in.
As she walked towards her bag, she got a start as she heard voices from the
bedroom. She instantly recognised that of Phil's voice, however the other
feminine voice seemed to be screaming.
Sarah walked cautiously to the bedroom door, clutching nervously to her
handbag before peering into the room as the door was slightly ajar. The sight
that confronted her forced her to bite her hand so as not to let out a cry.
There on the floor on all fours for her best mate from work Fiona with Phil
positioned behind her holding his dick at her hole demanding she want for it.
Fiona was shouting "Fuck me, FUCK ME."
Sarah didn't wait to see if Fiona got her wishes, she turned tail and ran out of
the house and into the awaiting taxi.
Once home, she ran into her bedroom and cried herself hoarse, before falling
into a troubled sleep.
SOME FRIENDS HURT
Sarah was rudely awakened by the scream of her phone on the bedside table.
Fumbling around she picked up the receiver.
"Er, hello" she croaked
"HHHIIIII sleepy head, guess want happened to me" came the happy voice
of her former best friend Fiona.
"Fuck off Fiona" Sarah squealed banging the phone down.
The phone went again
"What the hell is the matter with you Sarah. Hormones" Fiona commanded.
"Look, Fiona I saw you being fucked up the ass by Phil, you fucking
whore."
"You saw what?"
"I was in his flat, when I saw you and that wanker."
"What the hell where you doing in his flat."
"I was there all last night" Sarah cried once more.
"Listen Sarah, I didn't know you and Phil were an item, honestly. I was just
passing his house when he ran out to talk to me. Well you know how long I
have fancied him, when he suddenly kisses me, there on the pavement in
only his dressing gown."
Sarah cried some more.
"Well, I could not resist and one thing lead to another. Look Sarah, you
know if I'd known I'd have kicked him in the knackers."
"Yeah" Sarah blubbered.
"It's funny though, because I was with my boss Graham last night. Talk
about waiting all day for and bus and then two arrive."
"You were with Graham last night" enquired Sarah.
"Yeah. Out of the blue he asks me to dinner and then home for a nightcap. I
left him talking to Phil on the blower about ten minutes before I was passing
Phil's place."
"My god Fiona, you're nothing like that" Sarah stated regaining compassion
towards her now best friend.
"I know, but it seemed to good to be true."
A double tone interrupted their conversation. "Look Fiona, I'll call you back
in two minutes, I have someone trying to get through."
"Okay, two minutes then."
Sarah rang off then let the phone ring. "Hello."
"Hello Sarah, its Graham."
"Hi Graham" Sarah said quizzically.
"Look, I know this is out of the blue, but I was wondering if you'd have
dinner with me tonight."
"Sorry Graham, I have already made plans."
"Break them."
"I can't. it's er family" Sarah lied.
"Well what about ?."
"Graham, some other night would be fantastic" Sarah cut in and lied again.
"Okay then, it's a date sone other time."
"Bye" Sarah hollered before hanging up and then redialling.
"Fiona, that was Graham wanting me to go out."
"The bastard"
"I know want's going on babes. Them two bastards are in competition."
"No."
"I reckon."
After a pregnant pause Fiona came back. "Those two have both had me and
now Graham is trying to equalise. Something else, Sarah, they both had me
in the same positions as well. It was as if I had not changed partners."
"I lost my cherry to that bastard" Sarah choked back the tears.
"Wanker"
"Has Graham got a lot of mirrors in his room" Sarah suddenly thought out
loud.
"Come to mention it, he does. Why?"
"Fiona, they are taping the scores."
"Right that is it. Sarah I can get them both back in their worst nightmare
way."
"Look, ring Graham back and tell him to meet you at my place tomorrow
night at eight. I'll get Phil to meet me at yours at seven."
"Why at yours?"
"Well both do not know are addresses and I would rather we retained our
current working relationships with our current bosses. I'll explain after I've
gone and seen my gypsy aunt. Okay"
Both got their dates for Sunday.
REVENGE OF THE BODY SNATCHERS
Phil had a spring in his step as he rang the door bell. Fiona came to the door
of Sarah's flat and welcomed him in.
"Can I get you a wine Phil?"
"Yes Please"
"I'll be back in a tick" Fiona said going into the kitchen.
"Nice place you have here Fiona"
"Er Thanks." Fiona then whispered to Sarah who had been waiting in the
kitchen while pouring the wine into a glass for her to pass over her bag. She
then took out a vile and emptied it's contents into the same glass. "Take a
drink Sarah" commanded Fiona. Sarah sucked back a good mouth full.
Fiona then emptied another potion into the glass and went through with a
quick smiling glance back towards Sarah.
Phil took the wine and gulped down a huge slug. "It was nice of you to
invite me over to your place."
"After yesterday, it was the least I could do" Fiona smiled.
Phil suddenly felt strange, dizzy. He went to talk, but felt restricted. He
tried to move, but felt paralysed. Fiona spotted the effects of the wine and
called in Sarah.
"Sarah, come on let's get his clothes off."
The two struggled with Phil's clothes as he watched in amazement as his two
conquests got him down to his buff, thinking to himself that they both loved
his meat and wanted to play a kinky game.
"Right that's him done. Now lets get to mine before Graham" Fiona
frantically said.
"Fiona, how long until we change?"
"About six hours, but they will not be able to move until morning."
Sarah then grabbed Phil's clothes placing a note next to his leg before
heading to the door. Both the girls turned and smiled at him before leaving.
"Goodnight sweetie. I'll see you at work tomorrow and don't be late" Sarah
waved and left.
Phil woke up later still stuck on the couch and unable to move. What had
woke him was erected and proud manhood shooting and ungodly amount of
seaman all over his chest. This was repeated every ten or so minutes. The
next time he awoke he watched his member becoming proud once more,
however it became fully erect, and started to regress. It stayed erect but got
smaller and smaller until he lost sight of it between his thighs. A long ache
then pierced his crotch then went. Suddenly he felt as if he was being lifted
up slightly as his back side began to swell.
His hips became more pronounced as a constriction to his waist took over his
body. He also felt as if his head was sliding down the chair. His mind could
not take anymore and blanked out.
He woke up with a start and jumped to his feet. He could finally move again.
He looked around himself before walking to the bathroom. After a shower
he wrapped a towel around his ample chest and trussed his long red hair into
a turban with another and then went to the bedroom. He had been thoughtful
and had laid his clothes and underwear on the bed ready for work. He then
sat down at the dressing table and proceeded to dry his hair. He looked into
the mirror and applied moisturiser to his face neck and arms. Looking closer
into the mirror and into his big green eyes he picked up the tweezers to rid his
feminine arched eyebrows of a few stray hairs. The make-up for work was
always a discreet affair with a bit of foundation, powder and blusher,
however he went for a scarlet red for his big lips. His eyes he shadowed
with a mild pink but the heavy black eyeliner and mascara gave him those
perfect come to bed eyes. He then went to the living room to get his cool
water perfume from his handbag. Whilst he sprayed a little on his wrists and
behind his ear he spied a note left on the couch. He picked it up and read on.
Dear Phil
Once you start to read this letter you will become aware that you are now in
the body of me, yes your now my secretary. At whatever stage of dress you
are you will finish and be in MY office at eight on the dot. The outfit on the
bed is what I want you to wear.
I hold the key to the return to your body, so wear it, look beautiful and be in
work on time. The keys to the Nova are hanging up by the door.
Sarah
Phil had a sudden panic and frantically ripped off the towel from around his
chest and grabbed at the breasts that now hung their.
"No way, NO WAY" he screamed in his now soprano tone. He threw his
hands down to his crotch with his head catching up he spotted his the
glistening lips in the mists of his neatly trimmed ginger pussy.
"The bitch"
Phil thought long and hard of his plight while drinking a coffee. He was sat
at the dining room table with is shoulders back and chest out and long smooth
legs firmly crossed together. His mannerisms were feminine as his long
fingers clutched the mug, a row of scarlet fingernails in full view. He
realised he must comply so returned to the bed room to get dressed.
He picked up the black thong and after figuring out the correct way round
pulled them up his legs, over his shapely hips before letting them rest on his
slim waist. The feel of the silk material in the crack of his behind felt
uncomfortable riding up higher into the crack when bent down to pick up
matching bra. He struggled a while with the bra trying to get the thing to cup
his C sized melons and reaching behind to fasten, but in finally snapped into
place.
The silky tanned hold ups running up his legs did give pleasure as they held
their place on his thighs, but the discomfort of the thong and bra brought him
back. The red miniskirt was tight and restricted his leg movement as he
walked round to pick up the matching jacket and 4" heeled shoes. He was
surprised how well he could walk in them as in went into the front room,
fastening his jacket. He picked up his bag and keys and left the flat to drive
to work in his Nova.
THE FINAL ACT
Phil felt nervous as he knocked on his office door.
"Come in Sarah"
Phil opened the door and gracefully walked in. The stood his former self in
the ?600 suit in had just picked up on Friday.
"Well Sarah, you are looking fine today. Give me a spin." Phil turned
round. "Ah, no knicker line ah. Thong?" Phil knew he had a thong on, it
had annoyed him all morning. He wanted to rip the damned thing off.
"Sarah."
Phil turned to face his tormentor.
"Are you going to do this well or not. If well, you may get your body back.
If not then not. Now strip."
Phil hesitated and then went to unfasten his jacket.
"Like a stripper"
He was hating this, but knew it was his only choice. He swayed his ample
hips and danced around while removing, first his jacket and the a sexy wiggle
to let the skirt slide down to the floor. He then reached behind and
unfastened his bra before throwing it towards the increasingly erect Sarah.
"Now leave the panties, stockings and heels on."
Phil stood there with his arms trying to cover his breasts, in front of his desk.
"Now lean forward and place your hands on the desk."
Hesitant first he leant forward and placed his well manicured hands on the
desk while Sarah walked around to behind him. He heard her trousers fall to
the floor then felt his once manhood slide into the crack of arse and onto the
silk fabric of his thong. Sarah's hands came around the front and started
stroking his clitoris. He moaned and felt flooded as fantastic electrical waves
pierced his body.
"You like that, I can tell"
"Please Sarah, don't put it in" Phil Pleaded in vain. He knew!
"You took my cherry, now your turn." He then felt the fabric being pulled
out of his arse and rest on his right cheek, providing a bit of relief, but then
he felt his cock at the entrance to his pussy.
"Now tell me you want. Tell me to fuck you."
Phil was starting to have waves of pleasure surging through. He heard
himself screaming "Fuck me, FUCK ME"
As the cock stretched and filled is hole he started forcing back. Sarah started
pumping with great speed. Phil's tits were toing and throwing with every
thrust.
Phil heard the door open, but could not turn to see. A voice forced him to
open his eyes to see Graham coming across the deck and sit with his legs in
between Phil's arms, a huge cock now on the bottom of his lip.
"Don't worry Phil. I am not your best 'who's going to fuck the most
secretaries' buddy. I am another one of those secretaries' you fucked and
will now fuck you. I was Fiona."
Fiona then parted Phil's lips with his cock and forced his head down further
until Phil could feel pubic hair on his lips. He gagged as his pussy has
fucked and his mouth bobbed up and down on raw meat with the aid of Fiona
pulling his Red hair. Fiona then tensed and Phil dreaded the worst as hot
liquid shot down his throat. He felt sick until his body tensed and an
overwhelming force gripped his body. He pulled his mouth from Fiona's
cock and screamed in ecstasy. Sarah felt the constrictions around her cock
and then shot her bolt deep into Phil's pussy.
Sarah withdrew and whipped the head on Phil's arse.
"Clean up and go. You are my secretary until further notice.
Phil Dressed and left.
"Right Graham. Your next."
EPILOGUE
Phil and Graham never did get to bed the office staff again, instead being the
ones bedded by the rest of the males.
Phil is now a dutiful wife and mother of three to Fiona.
Graham wife of Sarah and four kids.
Sarah and Fiona found the archive of videos and play them to their wives to
remind them of better times.
(the end)
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