Adventures in Avoiding Downsizing
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“……And get onto the suppliers and ask them what the fuck they’re doing.” Anita was saying as she stepped into the lift.
“Will do first thing tomorrow.”
“What’s wrong with doing it now?”
“It’s ten twenty seven at night and there’s no-one there,” John said patiently as he pressed the button to take them to the tenth floor of the office building.
Anita looked at her watch and let out a loud sigh.
“Oh Shit, is it?” she said. “Amy will go fucking mad at me!”
“Surely she’s used to it by now,” John said absent mindedly as he made notes on the sheaf of papers he was carrying.
“She is! That’s the trouble,” Anita said. “She’s a f******n year old girl and her mother is out working all hours of the day and night. She hardly gets to see me.”
John looked at her. She was a powerful woman. Not only because she ran a multi-million pound company but generally. She knew what she wanted and worked hard to achieve her goals. She also expected her staff to be equally as dedicated and for this she gave large rewards which ensured total loyalty to her. She was very clever and at thirty-four, could have given up work permanently and lived in luxury for the rest of her life. A single mother (she’d been ‘knocked-up as she put it, by someone who had professed undying love and left when she told him) she carved her career out of nothing. A beautiful woman. She had long, chestnut hair worn like Lauren Bacall in her favourite film. Her tailored blouse emphasized her bust which, although not large, was beautifully shaped. A wide leather belt circled her slim waist and the pencil skirt emphasized her hips. A hem line just above the knee and dark stockings led down to elegant three inch high stiletto heeled shoes. This made the most of her sway as she walked which always drew the stares of the male staff and the envy of the female staff.
John, her PA, was in his late twenties and not remarkable. He was not a ‘hunk’ He wore an ordinary grey suit and his hair was more mousey than anything else. But he was efficient and highly intelligent. Anita had spotted him among the clerks and during on staff dinner was sitting next to him and knew that this man was just what she needed as a right hand. He had been promoted into the job which was created for him and in the four years they had been together had kept her on time with her appointments and made sure everything she wanted was carried out. In private they were on first name terms but he made sure that when others were there that he was properly deferential.
“Go home!” he said to her. “There’s nothing important you need to do here. Take a day off and spend it with her. Take her shopping.”
“What would I do without my little gnome?” she said with a smile.
“You couldn’t exist now,” he said. “I’ve made bloody sure of it!”
“Will you marry me, John?”
“No! You henpeck me enough at work.”
“I’m sure you could take me in hand.”
John thought for a moment before speaking.
“Can you imagine what it would be like? We’d be making love and you’d be giving me orders. ‘John, don’t forget to suck my tits’ and ‘use your finger when you’re doing that’.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t need any direction…..Shit! What’s happened?”
The lift had ground to a halt and the lights flickered off. After a few seconds they came back on.
John pressed the button but nothing happened.
“What is it?”
“I think there’s been a power failure,” John said.
“But the lights are on.” Anita said.
“Back-up! It’ll keep the lights on and the air circulating but it’s not enough to power the lift.”
“Well, press the emergency button!”
“The emergency button?”
“Yes! That’ll alert the security staff……..” her voice trailed off.
“…..who go home at nine?” John completed the sentence.
“Fuck!”
“Think that’s all we can do until the power comes back on.”
“No chance, Mister! You turned my proposal down.”
“So what do we do?” she asked.
“Have you got your mobile?”
“On my desk.”
“Mine too. Bollocks!”
“If I can get the door open, we might be close to a floor and be able to open the outer doors and squeeze out.”
“I hope so because I don’t want to be in here too long.”
“Claustrophobia?” John asked as he worked.
“Pee!”
“Ahhh!”
“Ah indeed!” Anita said.
John slid the inner doors open and was greeted by a blank wall.
“Now what do we do,” she asked.
“I suggest you don’t think about peeing.”
“What good will that do?” she said sounding a little desperate. “You know what happens when you try not to think about something. You want to do it MORE!”
“Well then, you are going to have to pee on the floor.”
“Please tell me you’re joking!”
“Well,” he said. “There is a gap between the lift and the wall. If you’r careful and your aim is good……”
“John, darling. I love you dearly but you may not have noticed - I’M A FUCKING WOMAN! We don’t aim! It’s you lot that are equipped to do that. We sit and hope!”
“Come on, Anita. You know as well as I do, You can stand and aim a bit. Not as well as us guys it’s true…..”
“OK, so you can piss higher up the wall than me! Isn’t that what you guys do in the loo?”
“In primary school, yes but I personally leave it to the ladies to use it to write their names.”
Anita looked at him.
“You let ladies…..”
“Oh, come on, Anita. Don’t tell me you haven’t held a guy’s cock while he pee’d.”
“Never!”
“You don’t know what you’ve missed.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she said. Then after a long pause. “Do you do that often with your girlfriends?”
“Yes. Lots of them like piss play.”
“Wow! But that doesn’t help me right now and I am getting a little desperate, John.”
“There is another way,” he said to her. “But you might not like the idea.”
“What. I am desperate!”
“You could let me take it from you,” he said quietly.
“What do you mean by ‘take it from me’. how would you do that?”
“Well, I lay down and you - sort of - squat over my mouth!”
“What?!”
“I knew you wouldn’t like the idea.”
“John! Don’t you think I piss on your parade just working for me? Now you want to - drink it too?”
“It was just an idea,” he said, blushing. “Just thought, as we don’t know how long we’re going to be trapped, it might make you comfortable.”
“You are really something else, John Mason!” Anita said, surprised that she wasn’t revolted by the thought. “But it’s piss!”
“I’ve drunk it before, if that helps,” he said. “I told you, there are a few girls who like it and I’m afraid I enjoy it too. Come on, Anita. It’s just between us and I can see you are desperate.”
“How do we do it?”
“I lay down and you squat on my face. And don’t worry about aiming. I’ll make sure my mouth covered the right spot. Just don’t let it go too quickly or it’ll overflow before I can swallow.”
“We-ell! OK. Turn around.”
“What for?”
“I’m going to take my knickers off!”
“Anita! Your going to sit on my face, for God’s sake. Your cunt will be covering me! And you’re worried I’ll see you take your knickers off.”
“It’s my skirt as well,” she pouted. “This fucking thing is so tight I can’t get it over my hips.”
John laughed as he lay down.
“Just strip off, Boss. I’m thirsty.”
“You’re not supposed to enjoy it!”
“But I will!”
Anita was self-conscious as she unhooked her waistband and lowered the zip. John looked up with pleasure as he watched her wriggle her way out of the tight skirt. She was wearing stockings and a black suspender belt and sheer, black briefs. Hooking her fingers into the waistband, she lowered them and stepped from them. For a moment, they hooked on her high heel and she leant back against the wall of the lift to free them.
She had long and very shapely legs and firm, rounded buttocks. A neat triangle of dark chestnut hair and John watched as she placed a foot either side of his head. Slowly she lowered herself into a squat over him.
“Are you sure of this?” She asked.
“Yep!” He replied and lifted his face to her. His mouth opened and closed on her hairy slit. Immediately she backed off.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Anita. I have to have a good contact to ensure it doesn’t go everywhere. Now come on.”
“Well, OK. If you say so. But if I hear one word of this in the office……”
“Don’t worry. They think you shit on me anyway!”
“I’ll do more than shit on you. You will NOT have something I’m sure you value and I’ll have them for ear-rings.”
Once again she lowered herself to his face and felt him close his mouth onto her and, despite herself, it felt good.
“Well?” he mumbled after a while.
“Don’t rush me! And open up. I’m concentrating.”
“On what?”
“On what you keep doing with your tongue you bastard. I can’t pee when you’re licking me like that.”
“It’s so wet down here I thought you might have already pee’d.”
“Shut up, toilet boy!”
He grinned to himself and once again covered her and felt the first trickle. It was warm. Not a flood and lasted just a couple of seconds. Then another. And another and finally it flowed. He swallowed furiously and felt a trickle from the side of his mouth. But Anita was good and had excellent control until finally she finished. She leant forward and peered down into his eyes.
“If you like, you can continue with your tongue,” she said and felt it penetrate her slightly. Closing her eyes she let the feelings of the licking flow through her body. John was good. Very good and she was soon thrusting her cunt hard against his face.
“Oh yes, John,” she said softly. “Fucking YES! That is so bloody gorgeous. Ohyes, right there. Lick my clit fuck you. Yes. Lick it! Lick it! Just like that Ohhhhhhhh Shiiiiiiit here it…….. Oh Yes! OHYES! YESYESYESYES! FUUUUUUUUUCK!”
John swallowed as her orgasm hit and a gush of hot juice filled his mouth.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck FUUUUUUUUUCK!”
Anita rolled off John and lay on her side, panting. He raised himself up and looked at her. She looked back at him
“Fuck me!” she said.
“What?”
“Fuck me, John. I need a prick in me! I need a fucking hard cock and I need to be filled up. Fuck me now!”
John knelt up and loosened his waistband and pushed his trousers down to his knees. His underpants followed and she stared wide eyed at his hard cock. She rolled onto her back and put her legs either side of him. Nothing was said as he leaned forward and taking his cock in his right hand, guided it to the wet slit. Gently he rubbed the knob up and down the soft channel, coating it with her copious juices and then, finding her hole, eased it in. Anita arched her back and moaned.
“Gently, John. Gently. I haven’t had one in there since Sophie was born.”
“Nothing?”
No,” she said shaking her head. Except a small vibrator I carry with me. But that’s only a little thicker than a pen so be careful how you use that monster.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pleased that she was impressed by his size. He thought he was only average but it was always nice to fantasize.
Gently he eased in his full length and began the slow rhythmic pumping. He was turned on more and more by her moans and whimpers as she began the slow ascent to orgasmic heaven and he could feel his own sensations building inside him. His strokes got longer and faster and she arched her back to get maximum pleasure from his thrusting, guiding his shaft over her clit as she did so.
It was a long, low wail starting softly but building until she was screaming and bucking as he fucked her harder and harder. Ramming his cock into her, his body slapping against hers.
It hit him suddenly. He reached his peak and gave an almighty thrust and held it there. So deep was he that she cried out and gripped his buttocks, her long fingernails biting into the muscle as he emptied his balls deep inside her and she cried out involuntarily as she felt his cum fill her. She was quivering against him and holding him in there. Muscles in her cunt walls gripped his shaft.
Then she was crying. Tears rolled from her dark eyes and down her cheeks. Great sobs filled her chest.
“Anita! What’s wrong?” he asked. He put his arms around her and held her tightly to him. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. I thought it was……”
“I do. Do want it,” she sobbed and held him to her as her crying eased. Finally she was able to speak. “It’s just that it’s been so long, so very long since I felt like that.”
They were looking at each other.
“I swore I would never fuck another man. Never!”
“So why?”
“When you used your tongue on my clit it just drove me wild and I needed that shag.”
“Well, I’m glad I could help you out,” he said with a smile but he made no effort to pull out and his cock remained hard inside her. And she made no effort to push him off.
“Oh, I think you did more than help out,” she said. “I see a future in which you MAY be called on to help me out some more.”
“Will I get a raise?”
“Don’t push your luck! The only raise you will get is the one between my legs which seems to be keeping itself up I note.”
“Well, let’s keep the little chap happy then, shall we. Who knows when the lift might start again.”
The lift started again half way through the third fuck and they barely had time to scramble to their feet and adjust themselves before it arrived. As the doors opened they were greeted by empty office.
“First job for you tomorrow is to arrange for an emergency phone in that lift,” Anita said.
“Pity. We wouldn’t have had so much enjoyment if a phone was in there.”
“Just because the phone’s in there, doesn’t mean we have to use it,” she said and kissed a finger and placed it on his lips. “Now I must go and phone Sophie. She’ll be worried.”
“OK and I’ll drive you home.”
“There’s no need…..”
“There’s also no trains,” John said. “And I’ll be cheaper than a cab all the way to Croydon.”
“Thank you, John. Then you’d better stay. I’ll get Sophie to make up a bed in the spare room. And we’d better set the alarm for six thirty.”
“Six thirty?”
“Yes. I want to be back in my bed before she wakes.”
It was ten thirty the following day and John knocked politely on Anita’s office door and entered. She was just handing over a file to a young girl who turned and gave a broad smile to them both before leaving..
“One of your ‘girls’? Anita asked.
“No!” John replied placing the file he was holding in front of her. “I don’t have any other girl.”
Anita raised her eyebrows and smiled. Her long, chestnut hair was in a pony tail which hung to between her shoulder blades.
“It’s true!” he said. “You keep me too busy to have girls.”
“Then I wonder why the smile.”
“She saw us arrive together this morning. I expect it’s all round the office by now but don’t worry. I’ll block any rumours and say we had to meet a client first thing.”
“What would I do without you. But there is something going on. A few people have had a fit of the giggles when I’ve been around. See what you can find out.”
“Yes, Mistress!” he said heading for the door.
“And don’t let them hear you call me THAT!”
“No,” he replied out loud and then mouthed the word ‘mistress’. She threw a pen at him and grinned as he disappeared. It was two hours before he returned with a worried look on his face.
“John?” What’s up?”
“I think you will need a stiff drink,” he said. Anita looked at him and nodded to the mini bar. He went over and poured a large scotch for them both.
Handing one to his boss he took a seat on the corner of her desk. She took the cut crystal tumbler and held it to the light, watching the sparkle through the amber liquid and then smelling the peaty aroma before taking a large gulp.
“Tell me!” she said simply.
Well the good news is, they are arranging for a telephone to be fitted into the lift so that what happened last night won’t happen again.
“And?”
“And the bad news is that, although the emergency power can’t operate the lift, it can operate the emergency lighting, the air conditioning and…….”
“And?”
“And the security video!”
“Oh, Shit!” she said and took another large swig from the glass. “Who’s seen it?”
John raised an eyebrow.
“Everybody!” she went on.
“Look, It’ll be a five minute wonder. Give it a few weeks and no-one will remember. They’ll have found something new to talk about.”
“Yes but it’s those few weeks that……..”
She was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Anita picked it up.
“Oh, Hello, Bob,” she said in a sultry voice she always used for clients. “How’s business? Really?…….What!?……. You Tube?………Oh, my God!…….”
“John took a large swig of his drink and guessed what had happened. Heads would roll for this.
“I’ll see what I can find out,” he said softly and left the room.
An hour later his telephone rang and he heard Anita’s voice.
“John! I want all staff in the conference room in five minutes. All calls to be held. I don’t care what they’re doing. Five minutes! Make that four!”
There was silence in the room as the door opened and Anita swept in, her face blank. She walked to the end of the room.
“I have just had three of the most embarrassing phone calls of my life,” she said to the silent room. “Now, I’m not going to ask who put that video on You Tube. That is for them and , John. If you’ve found out, keep it to yourself. I don’t want to know. Whoever it is, it’s a matter for your conscience. But I have had to put up with lots and lots of smutty innuendo from our clients. I have bourn all this because I truly believe that some good may come out of it. So I just want to say that, as a result of that, we have just secured contracts for over fifteen million pounds.”
There was a large intake of breath before laughter broke out followed by applause. Anita was smiling and blushing.
“Wow,” John said as he moved up to her.
“Wow indeed,” she said and smiled at him. A few in the room noticed but most were just celebrating. Seems they liked to do business with a ‘forceful’ woman!”
“And now?”
“And now, I’m going to take the afternoon off and take my daughter to the shops.”
“Yes, M……”
“No!””
“Yes, ma’am! I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh no you won’t! You’ll see me at seven o’clock sharp for dinner!”
Over the next few weeks business was hectic. Orders had developed from orders and Anita drove everyone. Quality was her watchword and it spread. Orders from foreign companies had developed.
John walked into her office and sis she was finishing a call. She motioned to him to close the door. E did so and walked over to the desk. She looked up at him.
“Well, let’s see if you’re right,” she said.
“About what?“
“Give them a few weeks and they will find something new to gossip about.”
“They’re too busy at the moment.
“They won’t be. Not after what I’ve done.”
“Why? What have you done?”
“Only got myself pregnant!”
“Pregnant?”
“You know the word, DADDY!”
“Oh, Wow! What can I do?”
“Tell me, John. Are there any security cameras in here?”
“No,”
“Then lock that fucking door and let’s make sure of it shall we. And you’d better make me scream!”
I looked at her quizzically and at the door.
“Fuck them! Let’s really give them something to gossip about
“Yes, MISTRESS!”
“Will do first thing tomorrow.”
“What’s wrong with doing it now?”
“It’s ten twenty seven at night and there’s no-one there,” John said patiently as he pressed the button to take them to the tenth floor of the office building.
Anita looked at her watch and let out a loud sigh.
“Oh Shit, is it?” she said. “Amy will go fucking mad at me!”
“Surely she’s used to it by now,” John said absent mindedly as he made notes on the sheaf of papers he was carrying.
“She is! That’s the trouble,” Anita said. “She’s a f******n year old girl and her mother is out working all hours of the day and night. She hardly gets to see me.”
John looked at her. She was a powerful woman. Not only because she ran a multi-million pound company but generally. She knew what she wanted and worked hard to achieve her goals. She also expected her staff to be equally as dedicated and for this she gave large rewards which ensured total loyalty to her. She was very clever and at thirty-four, could have given up work permanently and lived in luxury for the rest of her life. A single mother (she’d been ‘knocked-up as she put it, by someone who had professed undying love and left when she told him) she carved her career out of nothing. A beautiful woman. She had long, chestnut hair worn like Lauren Bacall in her favourite film. Her tailored blouse emphasized her bust which, although not large, was beautifully shaped. A wide leather belt circled her slim waist and the pencil skirt emphasized her hips. A hem line just above the knee and dark stockings led down to elegant three inch high stiletto heeled shoes. This made the most of her sway as she walked which always drew the stares of the male staff and the envy of the female staff.
John, her PA, was in his late twenties and not remarkable. He was not a ‘hunk’ He wore an ordinary grey suit and his hair was more mousey than anything else. But he was efficient and highly intelligent. Anita had spotted him among the clerks and during on staff dinner was sitting next to him and knew that this man was just what she needed as a right hand. He had been promoted into the job which was created for him and in the four years they had been together had kept her on time with her appointments and made sure everything she wanted was carried out. In private they were on first name terms but he made sure that when others were there that he was properly deferential.
“Go home!” he said to her. “There’s nothing important you need to do here. Take a day off and spend it with her. Take her shopping.”
“What would I do without my little gnome?” she said with a smile.
“You couldn’t exist now,” he said. “I’ve made bloody sure of it!”
“Will you marry me, John?”
“No! You henpeck me enough at work.”
“I’m sure you could take me in hand.”
John thought for a moment before speaking.
“Can you imagine what it would be like? We’d be making love and you’d be giving me orders. ‘John, don’t forget to suck my tits’ and ‘use your finger when you’re doing that’.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t need any direction…..Shit! What’s happened?”
The lift had ground to a halt and the lights flickered off. After a few seconds they came back on.
John pressed the button but nothing happened.
“What is it?”
“I think there’s been a power failure,” John said.
“But the lights are on.” Anita said.
“Back-up! It’ll keep the lights on and the air circulating but it’s not enough to power the lift.”
“Well, press the emergency button!”
“The emergency button?”
“Yes! That’ll alert the security staff……..” her voice trailed off.
“…..who go home at nine?” John completed the sentence.
“Fuck!”
“Think that’s all we can do until the power comes back on.”
“No chance, Mister! You turned my proposal down.”
“So what do we do?” she asked.
“Have you got your mobile?”
“On my desk.”
“Mine too. Bollocks!”
“If I can get the door open, we might be close to a floor and be able to open the outer doors and squeeze out.”
“I hope so because I don’t want to be in here too long.”
“Claustrophobia?” John asked as he worked.
“Pee!”
“Ahhh!”
“Ah indeed!” Anita said.
John slid the inner doors open and was greeted by a blank wall.
“Now what do we do,” she asked.
“I suggest you don’t think about peeing.”
“What good will that do?” she said sounding a little desperate. “You know what happens when you try not to think about something. You want to do it MORE!”
“Well then, you are going to have to pee on the floor.”
“Please tell me you’re joking!”
“Well,” he said. “There is a gap between the lift and the wall. If you’r careful and your aim is good……”
“John, darling. I love you dearly but you may not have noticed - I’M A FUCKING WOMAN! We don’t aim! It’s you lot that are equipped to do that. We sit and hope!”
“Come on, Anita. You know as well as I do, You can stand and aim a bit. Not as well as us guys it’s true…..”
“OK, so you can piss higher up the wall than me! Isn’t that what you guys do in the loo?”
“In primary school, yes but I personally leave it to the ladies to use it to write their names.”
Anita looked at him.
“You let ladies…..”
“Oh, come on, Anita. Don’t tell me you haven’t held a guy’s cock while he pee’d.”
“Never!”
“You don’t know what you’ve missed.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” she said. Then after a long pause. “Do you do that often with your girlfriends?”
“Yes. Lots of them like piss play.”
“Wow! But that doesn’t help me right now and I am getting a little desperate, John.”
“There is another way,” he said to her. “But you might not like the idea.”
“What. I am desperate!”
“You could let me take it from you,” he said quietly.
“What do you mean by ‘take it from me’. how would you do that?”
“Well, I lay down and you - sort of - squat over my mouth!”
“What?!”
“I knew you wouldn’t like the idea.”
“John! Don’t you think I piss on your parade just working for me? Now you want to - drink it too?”
“It was just an idea,” he said, blushing. “Just thought, as we don’t know how long we’re going to be trapped, it might make you comfortable.”
“You are really something else, John Mason!” Anita said, surprised that she wasn’t revolted by the thought. “But it’s piss!”
“I’ve drunk it before, if that helps,” he said. “I told you, there are a few girls who like it and I’m afraid I enjoy it too. Come on, Anita. It’s just between us and I can see you are desperate.”
“How do we do it?”
“I lay down and you squat on my face. And don’t worry about aiming. I’ll make sure my mouth covered the right spot. Just don’t let it go too quickly or it’ll overflow before I can swallow.”
“We-ell! OK. Turn around.”
“What for?”
“I’m going to take my knickers off!”
“Anita! Your going to sit on my face, for God’s sake. Your cunt will be covering me! And you’re worried I’ll see you take your knickers off.”
“It’s my skirt as well,” she pouted. “This fucking thing is so tight I can’t get it over my hips.”
John laughed as he lay down.
“Just strip off, Boss. I’m thirsty.”
“You’re not supposed to enjoy it!”
“But I will!”
Anita was self-conscious as she unhooked her waistband and lowered the zip. John looked up with pleasure as he watched her wriggle her way out of the tight skirt. She was wearing stockings and a black suspender belt and sheer, black briefs. Hooking her fingers into the waistband, she lowered them and stepped from them. For a moment, they hooked on her high heel and she leant back against the wall of the lift to free them.
She had long and very shapely legs and firm, rounded buttocks. A neat triangle of dark chestnut hair and John watched as she placed a foot either side of his head. Slowly she lowered herself into a squat over him.
“Are you sure of this?” She asked.
“Yep!” He replied and lifted his face to her. His mouth opened and closed on her hairy slit. Immediately she backed off.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Anita. I have to have a good contact to ensure it doesn’t go everywhere. Now come on.”
“Well, OK. If you say so. But if I hear one word of this in the office……”
“Don’t worry. They think you shit on me anyway!”
“I’ll do more than shit on you. You will NOT have something I’m sure you value and I’ll have them for ear-rings.”
Once again she lowered herself to his face and felt him close his mouth onto her and, despite herself, it felt good.
“Well?” he mumbled after a while.
“Don’t rush me! And open up. I’m concentrating.”
“On what?”
“On what you keep doing with your tongue you bastard. I can’t pee when you’re licking me like that.”
“It’s so wet down here I thought you might have already pee’d.”
“Shut up, toilet boy!”
He grinned to himself and once again covered her and felt the first trickle. It was warm. Not a flood and lasted just a couple of seconds. Then another. And another and finally it flowed. He swallowed furiously and felt a trickle from the side of his mouth. But Anita was good and had excellent control until finally she finished. She leant forward and peered down into his eyes.
“If you like, you can continue with your tongue,” she said and felt it penetrate her slightly. Closing her eyes she let the feelings of the licking flow through her body. John was good. Very good and she was soon thrusting her cunt hard against his face.
“Oh yes, John,” she said softly. “Fucking YES! That is so bloody gorgeous. Ohyes, right there. Lick my clit fuck you. Yes. Lick it! Lick it! Just like that Ohhhhhhhh Shiiiiiiit here it…….. Oh Yes! OHYES! YESYESYESYES! FUUUUUUUUUCK!”
John swallowed as her orgasm hit and a gush of hot juice filled his mouth.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck FUUUUUUUUUCK!”
Anita rolled off John and lay on her side, panting. He raised himself up and looked at her. She looked back at him
“Fuck me!” she said.
“What?”
“Fuck me, John. I need a prick in me! I need a fucking hard cock and I need to be filled up. Fuck me now!”
John knelt up and loosened his waistband and pushed his trousers down to his knees. His underpants followed and she stared wide eyed at his hard cock. She rolled onto her back and put her legs either side of him. Nothing was said as he leaned forward and taking his cock in his right hand, guided it to the wet slit. Gently he rubbed the knob up and down the soft channel, coating it with her copious juices and then, finding her hole, eased it in. Anita arched her back and moaned.
“Gently, John. Gently. I haven’t had one in there since Sophie was born.”
“Nothing?”
No,” she said shaking her head. Except a small vibrator I carry with me. But that’s only a little thicker than a pen so be careful how you use that monster.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pleased that she was impressed by his size. He thought he was only average but it was always nice to fantasize.
Gently he eased in his full length and began the slow rhythmic pumping. He was turned on more and more by her moans and whimpers as she began the slow ascent to orgasmic heaven and he could feel his own sensations building inside him. His strokes got longer and faster and she arched her back to get maximum pleasure from his thrusting, guiding his shaft over her clit as she did so.
It was a long, low wail starting softly but building until she was screaming and bucking as he fucked her harder and harder. Ramming his cock into her, his body slapping against hers.
It hit him suddenly. He reached his peak and gave an almighty thrust and held it there. So deep was he that she cried out and gripped his buttocks, her long fingernails biting into the muscle as he emptied his balls deep inside her and she cried out involuntarily as she felt his cum fill her. She was quivering against him and holding him in there. Muscles in her cunt walls gripped his shaft.
Then she was crying. Tears rolled from her dark eyes and down her cheeks. Great sobs filled her chest.
“Anita! What’s wrong?” he asked. He put his arms around her and held her tightly to him. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. I thought it was……”
“I do. Do want it,” she sobbed and held him to her as her crying eased. Finally she was able to speak. “It’s just that it’s been so long, so very long since I felt like that.”
They were looking at each other.
“I swore I would never fuck another man. Never!”
“So why?”
“When you used your tongue on my clit it just drove me wild and I needed that shag.”
“Well, I’m glad I could help you out,” he said with a smile but he made no effort to pull out and his cock remained hard inside her. And she made no effort to push him off.
“Oh, I think you did more than help out,” she said. “I see a future in which you MAY be called on to help me out some more.”
“Will I get a raise?”
“Don’t push your luck! The only raise you will get is the one between my legs which seems to be keeping itself up I note.”
“Well, let’s keep the little chap happy then, shall we. Who knows when the lift might start again.”
The lift started again half way through the third fuck and they barely had time to scramble to their feet and adjust themselves before it arrived. As the doors opened they were greeted by empty office.
“First job for you tomorrow is to arrange for an emergency phone in that lift,” Anita said.
“Pity. We wouldn’t have had so much enjoyment if a phone was in there.”
“Just because the phone’s in there, doesn’t mean we have to use it,” she said and kissed a finger and placed it on his lips. “Now I must go and phone Sophie. She’ll be worried.”
“OK and I’ll drive you home.”
“There’s no need…..”
“There’s also no trains,” John said. “And I’ll be cheaper than a cab all the way to Croydon.”
“Thank you, John. Then you’d better stay. I’ll get Sophie to make up a bed in the spare room. And we’d better set the alarm for six thirty.”
“Six thirty?”
“Yes. I want to be back in my bed before she wakes.”
It was ten thirty the following day and John knocked politely on Anita’s office door and entered. She was just handing over a file to a young girl who turned and gave a broad smile to them both before leaving..
“One of your ‘girls’? Anita asked.
“No!” John replied placing the file he was holding in front of her. “I don’t have any other girl.”
Anita raised her eyebrows and smiled. Her long, chestnut hair was in a pony tail which hung to between her shoulder blades.
“It’s true!” he said. “You keep me too busy to have girls.”
“Then I wonder why the smile.”
“She saw us arrive together this morning. I expect it’s all round the office by now but don’t worry. I’ll block any rumours and say we had to meet a client first thing.”
“What would I do without you. But there is something going on. A few people have had a fit of the giggles when I’ve been around. See what you can find out.”
“Yes, Mistress!” he said heading for the door.
“And don’t let them hear you call me THAT!”
“No,” he replied out loud and then mouthed the word ‘mistress’. She threw a pen at him and grinned as he disappeared. It was two hours before he returned with a worried look on his face.
“John?” What’s up?”
“I think you will need a stiff drink,” he said. Anita looked at him and nodded to the mini bar. He went over and poured a large scotch for them both.
Handing one to his boss he took a seat on the corner of her desk. She took the cut crystal tumbler and held it to the light, watching the sparkle through the amber liquid and then smelling the peaty aroma before taking a large gulp.
“Tell me!” she said simply.
Well the good news is, they are arranging for a telephone to be fitted into the lift so that what happened last night won’t happen again.
“And?”
“And the bad news is that, although the emergency power can’t operate the lift, it can operate the emergency lighting, the air conditioning and…….”
“And?”
“And the security video!”
“Oh, Shit!” she said and took another large swig from the glass. “Who’s seen it?”
John raised an eyebrow.
“Everybody!” she went on.
“Look, It’ll be a five minute wonder. Give it a few weeks and no-one will remember. They’ll have found something new to talk about.”
“Yes but it’s those few weeks that……..”
She was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Anita picked it up.
“Oh, Hello, Bob,” she said in a sultry voice she always used for clients. “How’s business? Really?…….What!?……. You Tube?………Oh, my God!…….”
“John took a large swig of his drink and guessed what had happened. Heads would roll for this.
“I’ll see what I can find out,” he said softly and left the room.
An hour later his telephone rang and he heard Anita’s voice.
“John! I want all staff in the conference room in five minutes. All calls to be held. I don’t care what they’re doing. Five minutes! Make that four!”
There was silence in the room as the door opened and Anita swept in, her face blank. She walked to the end of the room.
“I have just had three of the most embarrassing phone calls of my life,” she said to the silent room. “Now, I’m not going to ask who put that video on You Tube. That is for them and , John. If you’ve found out, keep it to yourself. I don’t want to know. Whoever it is, it’s a matter for your conscience. But I have had to put up with lots and lots of smutty innuendo from our clients. I have bourn all this because I truly believe that some good may come out of it. So I just want to say that, as a result of that, we have just secured contracts for over fifteen million pounds.”
There was a large intake of breath before laughter broke out followed by applause. Anita was smiling and blushing.
“Wow,” John said as he moved up to her.
“Wow indeed,” she said and smiled at him. A few in the room noticed but most were just celebrating. Seems they liked to do business with a ‘forceful’ woman!”
“And now?”
“And now, I’m going to take the afternoon off and take my daughter to the shops.”
“Yes, M……”
“No!””
“Yes, ma’am! I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Oh no you won’t! You’ll see me at seven o’clock sharp for dinner!”
Over the next few weeks business was hectic. Orders had developed from orders and Anita drove everyone. Quality was her watchword and it spread. Orders from foreign companies had developed.
John walked into her office and sis she was finishing a call. She motioned to him to close the door. E did so and walked over to the desk. She looked up at him.
“Well, let’s see if you’re right,” she said.
“About what?“
“Give them a few weeks and they will find something new to gossip about.”
“They’re too busy at the moment.
“They won’t be. Not after what I’ve done.”
“Why? What have you done?”
“Only got myself pregnant!”
“Pregnant?”
“You know the word, DADDY!”
“Oh, Wow! What can I do?”
“Tell me, John. Are there any security cameras in here?”
“No,”
“Then lock that fucking door and let’s make sure of it shall we. And you’d better make me scream!”
I looked at her quizzically and at the door.
“Fuck them! Let’s really give them something to gossip about
“Yes, MISTRESS!”
Vera
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