2 comments/ 37241 views/ 8 favorites All Business Ch. 01 By: L.Fortune West Everybody wanted her. She was pretty much perfect, but she was the boss. She was gorgeous; she was everything you're going to want, you know the type. She was strong though, mentally. She was formidable. If she wanted to say something to you she was going to say it, it didn't matter if it was going to hurt you, she was going to say it. So yeah, everyone wanted her but there was fear there as well. She was intimidating; she had this 'ice queen' thing on the go. Faith was slim but busty. Those two things don't go together often. She had good legs, and I like legs, it's something I look for. She was really pretty, very much so. You looked at her for the first time and you had no idea how hard she was going to be. I don't want to give you the wrong impression, Faith really nice most of the time, especially to people as far down the chain as me, but once you'd seen her rip into someone you always had it in your mind that she could do that to you if you gave her reason. Faith wore glasses. Not all the time though. I like glasses, some people don't. Melissa was older. She was probably mid to late forties but I probably wanted her just as much as I wanted Faith. Melissa scared me more, I know that. Faith was some sort of executive honcho of the whole region, which for her age was really impressive. Melissa was under Faith in the chain. Melissa used to be quite sycophantic towards Faith, sometimes to the point where it could be a bit embarrassing. She was hard too, though, and scary. She looked good. What do they call them, MILFs? She's that sort of age but not even vaguely maternal. Age had put some weight on her but not much. She was blond, like Faith (did I say Faith was blonde?). She had this sort of confidence about her, I imagined her being dirty, you know? Behind closed doors I imagined her having something to say (I normally had my dick in my hands when I imagined stuff like that). I really did want her, come to think of it. I always just wanted to grab her. Faith was based in our office, Melissa wasn't but she was there a lot of the time. I was doing permitted work. That's when you do a certain amount of hours of work a week and they still let you claim benefits. It worked out I was getting ninety quid extra a week on top of the money I get from the man because my head doesn't work properly. I was basically just a gopher, stood by the photocopier all day, making coffee for the people who actually did stuff. It was the time when we were being inspected. A regulatory body had a look at all the companies in the sector we were in, your operations, your books, your results, everything. They checked everything out exhaustively and they gave you a rating. How good your rating was decided if you kept getting contracts from the government, and it decided how much you could keep being paid for the contracts you already had. It was make or break really, if you came out of it bad, the company could go down. Faith was responsible for making the rating good. Everybody, everybody had to pull out the stops to make the rating good. Everyone from top to bottom, even me, was mobilized. It was like some sort of war effort. They booked a whole suite of rooms at this plush hotel when the verdict was going to be announced. There was like a big conference room for the actual announcement and then a big room for a buffet and party and whatever. I couldn't be bothered with it but I couldn't figure out a way to get out of going. We were all seated in front of this little stage and Faith announced we'd done well. Things were going to be good. There was a big speech where she was thanking every one. She looked good. She was having her moment of triumph, she was all powerful, you know? I was certainly impressed. Melissa was on the stage with her. There was a manager from another office called Carla that everyone fancied as well, and she looked really nice. The buffet wasn't that impressive, there were shrimps though, I liked them. I had a joint but I was worried about smoking it in case I got caught. I couldn't go and have it outside. I was looking for rooms I could go into. I went into one, I don't know if it was one of the rooms we'd booked for the day. It had a smoke alarm so I wasn't going to bother, but then I had a brainwave. Because it was December it was dark out. I thought if I pulled the curtains, sat on the window ledge, opened the window a fraction and blew the smoke out, I'd be alright, happy days. When I think on it, a lot of the money I was making from that job was going on ganja. I probably wasn't even that much better off. Faith, Melissa and a guy called Ron come into the room before I can light it. I shift over and look out from a little gap In between the two curtains. They don't know I'm there, and I'm happy with that. Nobody said anything. I'm still struck by the fact that none of them said a word to each other the whole time. Ron is a black guy. He's popular, easy going, funny. He works in the ______ office. He's a fun guy. He's similar age to me; we speak on the phone now and again. Faith takes her clothes off, quickly, efficiently. It isn't seductive or anything, it isn't a striptease; it's all business, which is characteristic, I'd say. Her legs are incredible. Her breasts are too. It's an impressive sight. There's a wooden desk in the room, otherwise it's bare. She pushes the desk against the wall; Ron goes over and helps her. She bends over the desk; first of all she's resting on her elbows. Her legs are pretty much straight, slightly bent perhaps. She waits like that. Don takes his trousers off, keeps everything else on. His dick is big. I don't like it when stereotypes turn out to be true. Melissa doesn't take anything off; she's pulling on Ron's dick. Nothing is being said! It looked to me like Ron was pretty much ready to go as soon as he got out of his trousers but Melissa must have seen more potential. You can see in Melissa's eyes she's aroused. She's pulling rhythmically on it. She's making this noise, like, 'mmmmm,' really quiet, in a low voice, like a hum. I'm turned on as well. Melissa lets go of him and he walks over towards Faith. He caresses Faith. She does this thing, she wriggles her rear end. It's really erotic the way she does it. Melissa comes over and gives Ron something. It's lube; it's like one of those sachets of sauce you get in cafes or whatever. Ron gives the sachet to Faith. Faith is still bent over the desk. She opens this sachet thing, puts the grease or the oil or whatever it was on the fingers of her right hand and reaches round and starts greasing up her, what word do I want to use... her rectum. I'm at the right angle to see this stuff. She does that for a few seconds. Ron is tugging himself, looking down at her doing that. Melissa moves over and fondles Faith's left breast, only briefly. Faith doesn't seem to even notice. I notice. Eventually Faith feels like she's ready. She stops rubbing this stuff into herself and reaches back for Ron's dick, pulls him towards her. As he goes to mount her she puts both hands on the desk in front of her, palms down. He works his way in, it takes him a few seconds but he gets in there. She's in pain. She holding her breath in and making this hissing sound as he gets into her. Melissa is stood a few feet off, she's watching this, she's still dressed, she's not rubbing herself or doing anything, she's just watching. He starts fucking her. Faith's in pain. She doesn't want it to stop though. The noises she's making are incredibly arousing. She doesn't want anyone to hear her so she's keeping as quiet as possible but that thing's big and it's in a place where it's not supposed to be. She's moaning and sometimes almost crying out as he goes in and out of her. She's having to stifle the sounds. She's looking straight ahead, at the wall, and he's putting more into it, getting more forceful. She's feeling it. The noises she's making are different now, she's almost grunting from the pain, In between making these pinched little crying sounds. He's fucking her hard. She's taking it. Eventually it changes. I don't know how Ron's even lasted this long, but it changes. I can see that Faith's eyes are closed now, the grunting's louder. Before he was fucking her, she wasn't moving much. He had her round the waist and he's fucking her harder and harder, but there's a point where she starts bucking her body back against him. She's fucking him back, she's fighting back. He must be absolutely as far in as he can go by now and it seems to be even more intense. She starts coming slightly before he does. Both her hands are still in front of her on the desk. He comes as well. They both suppress the noise. He gets out of her slowly. She stays bent over the desk for a bit, getting her breath, collecting herself. She turns round, stands, gives Ron a very, very brief peck on the lips, then goes over to get her clothes. Melissa has picked her clothes up off of the floor for her, hands them to her. Everybody gets dressed, everybody leaves. I've got the whole thing on my phone. All Business Ch. 02 Believe it or not, and I'm still a bit ashamed of this, but it took me three weeks to do anything. The first five days or so I was so busy masturbating to the footage that I didn't have the energy or the inclination to think about the possibilities. Then I started to scheme. I saved the file onto my hard drive. I copied it onto two flash drives; I stashed one at my mum and dad's place, and one in a place in my flat where it wouldn't be found. I sent the file to myself in an email, then set up two other email accounts and sent emails from myself to those accounts. In retrospect, maybe I was being excessively paranoid. She wasn't, after all, working for the fucking KGB, but it was nice to know that whatever happened I would have the footage of her being painfully sodomized by a black guy to hand, if and when I needed it. By now a week and a half had gone by. In work I hardly looked at her at all, I kept my head down. I wanted her. I wanted both of them, and I'd known that I had an opportunity to get what I wanted the moment Faith got her clothes off in that hotel room. I was scared though. Faith was a formidable woman. I'm not formidable. I'm not assertive. I've been getting professional help to try and build my confidence. I haven't felt like there's been much success. I couldn't see myself going up to her, showing it to her and taking things forward from there. It seemed ridiculous, the idea of me doing that! I didn't know if I was going to have the bottle. I kept thinking about it, wondering how I was going to do it, what I was going to say. A couple of times I went in there in the morning planning to speak to her but I put it off because I was scared. The more I thought about it the more frightening it got. I was in on a Friday. Faith wasn't in at the start of the day. I think she got in just before ten. She had a dress on, a blue dress. She didn't normally wear dresses. She did look good. Even by her standards she did. I'd seen the dress before but on this day she was wearing boots with it, brown boots that went up her calves. She looked good. I was having to consciously stop myself from turning and staring at her whenever she came out of her office. Melissa came in about an hour after Faith. They were both in Faith's office, at the back on the far right. I realized with perfect, crystal clarity, that I could have both of them. I could have them. I wanted them as much as you could want people. I knew I could have them. The fear came on me again, but it was different. It was that gut wrenching fear when you're petrified but you know deep down you're actually going to do the thing that's scaring you, and you want to get it over and done with, to make it go away. Can you relate to that? Melissa didn't stay long. That was good, because I wouldn't have been able to go in there and give them both the news at the same time, that would have been beyond me. Faith was in her office on her own, which was rare. It was a window of opportunity. I turned the volume right down on my phone, I played the file to about a third of the way through, when Ron had started fucking her and she had started enjoying it, and I paused it. I was all ready. I had this yellow sticky note in my hand so it would look like I was taking a phone message in to her. My breathing felt labored. I think I was actually shaking, but I still went in. I went in to her office. Faith was always really nice to me. I had to put the stuff about the problems I'd been having on my CV, word would have gotten around, so the women there seemed to treat me like a little orphan that they felt sorry for. I quite liked it. She was behind her desk. Everything seemed greeny-blue in those offices, turquoise. The glass at the front, the chairs and curtains, everything was either green or blue. 'Hello Tony,' she said. She was so beautiful. With the nerves and just the sight of her up close I could hardly speak. I swallowed. 'Hi Faith,' I said. She had to be able to see something was up, had to. I didn't say anything else for a couple of seconds. 'How can I help Tony, is everything ok?' She said. She was smiling. She looked so pretty. 'I need to speak to you about something,' I said. She looked confused, which was fair enough. If I had a problem I needed to discuss I was supposed to go to my line manager, Alan. If not to him then I was supposed to go to his manager, Steve (Steve was alright). There was no earthly reason why I would need to speak to the mighty Faith about anything. The point of no return was approaching. 'About what Tony? I'm a bit busy,' she said. She was still being cuddly, nice Faith, but I realized that wouldn't last much longer unless I had something good. I had something pretty fucking good. I unlocked the screen on my phone. She was on the screen, her and Ron. It was paused. 'I need to show you something,' I said. I moved towards her, she was behind her desk and I held the phone out and turned it over. I clicked the play button. 'I'm sorry, you need to show me-'she didn't finish her question because she'd suddenly registered what was on the screen. Her expression changed, quite dramatically. 'Can you shut the door Tony?' She said. It was a command. It came out sharply and abruptly. I shut the door. 'I want you to give me your phone,' she said. She was conscious of the people in the next office; she couldn't afford to raise her voice. She wasn't being nice anymore. 'Give me that phone and we'll forget about this conversation. Ok?' She said. She's a strong woman. She put her hand out for me to give it to her. I nearly fucking did; she had that much authority in her voice, and in her manner. Again, I could hardly speak. I had my hands in my pockets; I didn't want her to see them shaking. 'I made six copies, Faith. I'm not giving you the phone, or any of the copies,' I said. 'Ok... I'm going to have to get the police involved, unless you give me all the copies of that video,' she said. 'Faith, respectfully, you wouldn't be able to prove anything, and I can just upload it onto twenty different porn sites before the police even send anyone down here,' I said. She looked up at the ceiling in exasperation. She didn't say anything. I didn't say anything either. 'What do you want from me, do you want money? Is this blackmail, just so we're clear?' She said. 'I don't want money,' I said. I was looking her right in the eye. She probably had an inkling, from the off, what my intentions would turn out to be, but the picture must have been getting clearer for her now. 'Then what do you want?' She said. It took me a few seconds to think a way to put it. 'Ok... If I need something from you, you're going to give it to me. That's going to be the arrangement. If you're good about it, I think it shouldn't be too bad. If we start having problems though...' 'What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What do you want?' She said. 'Look, if you want me to spell it out... I want sex. From you. That's what I want.' I said. 'I wouldn't sleep with you in one million years because you disgust me,' she said. I thought it was well put. 'You're going to be on the internet in about eight minutes. I'll send you links to the sites, you'll see the video and how many people are watching it. You're going to beg me to take the clips back off, and you'll offer me anything I want to get me to take them off. Or... we can just save the time and trouble and we can reach an agreement. How long do you think it will be before someone you know sees it?' 'You're a fucking little bastard,' she said. 'I want you to work late tonight. I'll work late too,' I said. It took ages for her to respond. She was thinking. 'Ok,' she said. I didn't get a great deal done that afternoon. No one noticed. I told Steve I was going to work late because I was going to the gym. There wasn't time to go home and then go to the gym so I'd stay for a bit then go straight there, that was the rationale. Faith was in her office. When everyone else had gone she shut the door. It took more guts to go in there then than it had before. I didn't knock, I went straight in. She was working on her computer. She didn't acknowledge my presence, didn't look up from the screen. It was an act; you could feel the tension coming off of her. I went around and closed the blinds. It took me a few go's to figure out how to close them as opposed to raising or lowering them. I was shaking again. 'Faith,' I said. 'Yes?' She said. She didn't look away from the screen. 'Take off your clothes. Keep your boots on. Take everything else off.' And she did it. She got up and she did it. She had this look on her face as she stripped. I liked her anger, it turned me on. Her body was incredible, she looked incredible. The dress was on the floor, she took the bra off, took her knickers off. All her clothes were in a pile and she was stood there in front of me, naked except for those boots. She wouldn't look at me, wouldn't even look in my direction. She kept looking down at the floor. 'Come around this side,' I said. She did. She went to put her arm in front of her breasts, and the other hand in front of her vagina. 'Don't do that,' I said, 'I want to see you.' She took her arms away. She was in front of me. She still looked down. 'Move that stuff off the middle of the desk. I want you to sit on the desk, facing me,' I said. There was a bunch of things on there. She moved the phone over to the edge, the receiver came off the handset and she had to put it back on. She pushed a couple of cardboard files out the way and this thing she had, to put pens and pencils in. She cleared a space and sat on the table. She had her legs crossed tight. Her breasts were natural. They were fantastic. 'Open your legs for me, as wide as you can.' She opened her legs. She was blushing again. She must have felt uncomfortable but I didn't fucking care at all because It looked more arousing than anything else I'd ever seen. I can't describe it, even. I got my phone out. I wanted to take a picture. She looked down and saw my phone. She rolled her eyes. She looked up at the ceiling like she was disgusted. 'Look into the camera while I take the photo,' I said. She was shaven, down there. For some reason I hadn't thought she would be, not entirely. Her legs were wide open. She looked at me and I took the photo. I still have that photo. Nobody could have looked better, no one. Actresses, models- whatever you've got, I'm still going to say no one could top her; she was like the queen of everything. 'Get down off the table,' I said. It had taken me about two minutes to become completely accustomed to having my orders obeyed. She stood in front of me. 'Get down on your knees,' I said. There was a moment's hesitation. First of all she went to do it. Then she sort of froze, like she was considering whether she was going to do it, whether she really had to. It was only a couple of seconds. She got down on her knees. Her face was in front of my crotch. I was as hard as I could be. I took the side of her face in my palm; I couldn't help touching her, caressing her. She has this cut glass, precise beauty. Every atom of her face seems perfect, like it's been arranged for perfection, to tantalize you. Her skin was smooth, warm, soft. I was pulling her face upwards a little bit but her eyes were still focused down. She didn't look so angry now, she looked different. She looked like she wasn't really there. I took my dick out. It felt like rock. I was worried I'd come before we even got started. The tip of it was a few inches in front of her nose. She looked at it for a split second, then she looked away again. 'I know this isn't what you want to be doing, but it's going to happen. Best things is if it's quick, I'd assume,' I said. 'Close your eyes. Imagine it's someone else. Put your hand around it.' Her eyes were closed, then I was in her hand. The skin of her hands and her fingers was soft; it felt fantastic having her touching me. I'd switched the phone camera to video. I filmed her. 'With your right hand you're going to cup my balls. I don't want you to squeeze them or play with them or anything like that, just cup them.' She did it. 'Grip slightly harder than that... yeah, that's spot on. Keep your eyes closed... Now put it in your mouth.' She pushed her face forward, the tip of my cock brushed against the side of her mouth. She moved her mouth across and took me into her mouth, an inch or so in. I had to concentrate pretty hard to stop myself coming right then. It felt lovely, it looked lovely. 'We can probably get this done fairly quickly,' I said. I didn't even mean it as a joke. 'Take it in further... Further. I don't want to choke you or anything but I want to go in further.' This wasn't fun for her. I put my hand on the back of her head. I was gentle; I pulled her head slightly towards me. I was about halfway into her mouth. I was happy with that. 'Close your lips tight around it,' I said. She did. 'Now let's start moving up and down, ok? ...That's great, but slower. Slower, ok? Imagine it was someone else; imagine it's someone you love. Slower. Up and down. That's it, that's great, get the rhythm going. She kept her hand round my balls as she sucked. Her head was going up and down on me; her face was going up and down. I could feel her lips tight around it, and her tongue flicking against me in her mouth. The only sound was her breathing gently through her nose. I still had my hand in her hair at the back of her head; I was rubbing her, caressing her. Her lips were tight around my cock. That pressure I could feel as she moved her mouth up and down it, rhythmically, was amazing. She seemed to start feeling the rhythm. Her eyes were still closed. Her head was moving up and down, up and down. I could feel her tongue inside her mouth. This is probably the most attractive, most alluring woman I've come across in my life, my cock is sliding in and out of her mouth. I didn't want it to end. Her head was still bobbing up and down. Her lips were so tight around it; the warm feeling of being in her mouth was almost more than I could bear. She opened her eyes at one point, just for a second. She was sucking on my cock, moving her head back and forth, up and down. Her eyes opened just for a second, then she closed them again. I held it off for as long as I could. The pressure built up and built up. The warmth of her mouth, the way her lips slid up and down on my cock in that slow rhythm, there was no way I was going to last long. I told her I was going to come; I couldn't hold it any more. I came in her mouth. If she'd tried to take her mouth away I probably would have held her head in place, but she didn't. She took it. There was loads. I'd never come harder. When it was all pretty much out I pulled away. She opened her eyes. There was a coffee mug on the left side of the desk which she spat into. She went to put her clothes on but I stopped her. 'Come here,' I said. She came up to me. 'Give me a hug.' I held my arms out. She still wouldn't look at me but she put her arms round me. I hugged her pretty hard. It felt good, for me at least. I stroked the side of her face. I kissed her cheek. I didn't have the nerve to kiss her on the mouth. 'It was lovely. Thank you,' I said. She didn't respond, she went back over to her clothes on the floor. I went to the gym. A guy I knew, Dave, was there. We were both doing squats. He was on the machine; I was using just the barbell. It was a good session. I got back quite late. Interesting day. All Business Ch. 03 That first time in her office was on a Friday. I was probably in for a few hours over three different days the week after that. I didn't speak to her or have any contact whatsoever with her. I wasn't sure how I felt. I did what I did before. The video and the photos I'd taken I copied multiple times and made sure I'd have access to them come what may. When I was in she seemed perfectly normal, same as ever, slightly distant, fairly intimidating. She was probably expecting me to do something else. I didn't. I don't think I did anything the next week either, she may not have been in when I was in that week. The really top brass were quite often out and about at different meetings and corporate jollies. Then I made another move, my baser instincts got the better of me. It was another Friday. She was in before me. She had this business suit on and she was wearing her glasses. A few other people were there, managers. I thought something dramatic might have been happening but no one told me anything. Throughout the day I was thinking about initiating something but there weren't opportunities. I didn't want to send an email, I didn't want a paper trail. I had to do things verbally, but there was always someone in with her, or if she was out of her office there were people around her. In the afternoon she went into the little kitchen at the far end by herself. I went in after her. I had the yellow sticky note again, that was my cover story. Talking to her in the kitchen was dodgy because someone could walk in, or there could, conceivably, be someone round the corner who could hear. The kitchen door was always kept open. She had her back to me as I entered. She looked round, saw me, looked away again. She'd seemed to stiffen. I stood behind her, as close as I thought was appropriate. I didn't want to be the first person to speak, so I just stood there. Eventually, a couple of seconds after it had started feeling awkward, she said, 'hello Tony.' 'Hello Faith,' I said. She still intimidated me, despite the fact that I'd ejaculated into her mouth that time. I went closer, and reached round and fondled her left breast. She didn't pull away or stop me from doing it. I put my other hand on her butt; she was still facing away from me. I think she was waiting for the kettle to boil. We were stood there for a second or two, me with my hands on her. 'Can you work late again tonight?' I said. 'No,' she said. It was abrupt, non-negotiable. 'I thought we were friends, Faith. I thought we had an arrangement,' I said. 'We do have an arrangement,' she said. 'I had to start early. It's been a hectic day, alright? I'm sorry but I really don't want to do anything tonight. Can we do it another time. Please?' I wasn't happy. I was worried that if I caved then it would always be like this, there'd always be something. I gave her the sticky note. 'Put your mobile number on this and bring it to me at my desk. I want work number, personal number and your land line. If I want to contact you you're going to be available,' I said. She took the note. 'Ok,' she said. I still had one hand on her rear. I moved it underneath to rub against her vagina through her trousers. I was getting an erection I wouldn't be able to hide when I went back out. I let go of her, went back to my desk. She waited two hours to bring the note back with the numbers. I was wondering whether she was going to, and what I'd do if she didn't. I'd decided I was going to make a gesture, when I did catch up with her. I didn't want her to argue with me again, I didn't want anymore 'not tonights.' The power was already corrupting me. I think I rang her just after I'd finished a beer. I rang her landline. She answered. Instead of asking if she could come to my flat the following day, I told that she was coming to my flat the following day. I told her to wear something nice, and to wear her glasses, I told her she looked nice in her glasses. She rang at twenty to three to say she'd arrived. I'd said three. I'd said that she didn't want to be late. I told her to go in the car park; I went out to get her. She was wearing tight black jeans; I couldn't see what was under her coat. 'Hey, you alright?' I said. 'Hello,' she said. Coldly. She still couldn't seem to bring herself to look at me. She followed me round to the flats, into our block. I was glad no one was about; I wasn't sure how I could have explained her being there. She took her coat off when we got inside. She had this sort of camel coloured top on. It wasn't revealing or anything but it looked good, tasteful. She looked nice. 'Get undressed, Faith. Keep your glasses on,' I said. She put her clothes in this neat folded pile on the floor in front of the television. I appreciated that. I like everything being just so in my flat. I don't like clutter or anything, stuff being left around. I got a hangar from under the stairs and hung her top from the door handle to stop it getting creased. The first time I'd seen her naked she'd been blushing, as if she was embarrassed. She was like that again now, stood naked in front of me. Her face was red. She was flawless; I have no idea what she was embarrassed about. I felt myself getting hard just looking at her, and knowing what I was going to do. I'd planned it. I'd bought a bottle of baby oil, I'd put it in the kitchen. I went and got it. I got the top off and there was the plastic seal underneath. It was fiddly getting it off. When I went back in she was still stood there. She saw the baby lotion. I went over and sat on the couch. I didn't want to shut the windows because it was sunny outside for the first time in ages; I liked having the light coming in. Hopefully no one would see. 'Come here, sit face down across my lap,' I said. She did it. She didn't say anything, she just did what I told her. She wouldn't look at me still. I was in the middle of the couch; she laid on me, awkwardly. He butt was over my lap. Her feet were to my left. She rested her head on the cushion, looking away from me. She rested her face on her hands. It was quite a sight looking down at her, the way her hips tapered like that, her legs. I was hard, I was aroused. My dick was pressing up against her as she lay across me. I had tissues, I'd put a box on the couch in preparation. I put layers of tissues down; the thought of getting oil on my couch was too hideous to even entertain. I couldn't help stroking her before I started, caressing her, feeling the curve of her buttocks. The skin was smooth, milky. I could have just stroked her and touched her like that all day. I poured baby oil onto my fingers. I tried to be as careful as humanly possible. With my left hand I parted her cheeks as best I could. I could see the hole. I put my fingers against it and I started rubbing the oil onto her. First I rubbed it on to the outside, then I tentatively, gingerly pushed my middle finger inside her rectum. I put it in a bit further; I was trying to work the oil into her. I took my finger out and poured more oil on. I spilled some onto her and wiped it off before it could run down. Then I put two fingers in. I pushed them further into her. When she'd first felt my fingers there, she stiffened. Now she wasn't responding at all. She just lay there. Her eyes were open; I don't know what she was looking at. I got my fingers in deeper. I started moving them in and out. I was getting aroused. I stopped for a second. I looked away and tried to think of something else to bring myself back from the brink. I went to work with more oil. I took my time. Eventually I got three fingers into her. She didn't react or respond at all. I got my fingers in deep. I'd imagine it would have hurt her. I shouldn't really have put three fingers in there. I haven't done that since, I don't think. I was doing it for a few minutes, sliding my fingers in and out of her, with her lying across me. Eventually I thought I may as well crack on. I stopped fingering her, I wiped my hands off. 'Get onto the rug, on all fours,' I said. She did what I told her, but she was facing the wrong way. I wanted her to be sideways on to the camera. 'No, I want your head to be pointing at the television, your feet towards me,' I said. She got into position. I waited a while just so I could look at her. 'I want your upper body to be parallel with the floor like that, and your head up, ok? What handed are you?' I said. 'Right,' she said. I stood behind her, looking down on her. 'Support yourself with your right hand,' I said. I took my jeans off, and my t-shirt. I hadn't bothered with boxers so I was naked now. I was hard, I was ready. I got on my knees behind her. I remember being struck by how quiet it was. You could have heard a pin drop. You could feel how stiff and tense she was, how much she wanted to be somewhere else. I had my cock in my hand. I shuffled forward slightly. I separated her buttocks again with my left hand. I placed the tip of my cock against the hole. I'd oiled her up like a boss; I could feel it on me. I pushed against her sphincter. I felt some give and I kept pushing. I thought it was going to be a struggle for a second, then she sort of twisted herself slightly, just for a moment, then it was easy, I was inside her. I could feel her, her insides, against my cock. It was tight, I felt pressure. I pushed further in, then still further, far as I could go. I could hear her now. She'd gritted her teeth; she was breathing though gritted teeth. She was breathing heavily. It felt good being in there, it felt nice. 'With your left hand, reach between your legs, and hold my balls,' I said. I felt her hand on my balls. She had the grip right. I remember it, I was inside her, she's holding my balls, I'm looking down at her and I consciously thought: this is it. It can't possibly get any better than this. Ever. I had hold her round her waist. I eased out, maybe a few inches, then back in. I did it slowly. I thought I was being gentle. She sort of hissed as I went back in. I did it again; eased out, then back in. I started to feel a rhythm, I went with it. I went with it some more. And it felt that good, fucking her like that, that I just couldn't rein myself in. I forgot about 'gentle.' I fucked her hard. She was making these noises. Her teeth were still gritted; she was making these sort of suppressed, very brief cries, but like it was through her nose. It's hard to describe. It turned me on, hearing her. She didn't let go of my balls. I kept fucking her. I was in hog heaven, that's the reality. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to be there fucking her like that for ever and ever and ever. It was beautiful, it was perfect, just the best thing that could happen. I put my hand on her shoulder to get more leverage. She got louder, she was trying to be quiet but she couldn't, she was almost shrieking now as I went into her. I was reaching forward and groping her as I fucked her. There was only so long I could go on like that. I felt it coming, then I just let go. I didn't think I could come harder than I had the time before, but I did. All Business Ch. 04 It was different after that. It felt different. She still wouldn't look at me, but the atmosphere changed. I got off of her. I took her up to the bathroom and we were in the shower. It felt different. She didn't have that expression on her face any more, like she wanted to kill me. She didn't look upset (if she had been upset she wouldn't have let me see that she was). It felt different and I didn't understand why. In the shower she let me wash her and touch her. She just kept looking down at the floor. I put my arms round her in there (I had to tell her to hug me back). I still didn't have the nerve to kiss her on the mouth. We went back down and she went to get dressed. I told her not to; I wanted her for a bit longer. We took more pictures. I was telling her how to position herself, what pose to get into. She was doing it. Faith's strong. She was trying not to show any emotion or any feeling at all. She kept the poker face up. I was impressed. I was aroused when we were doing them. Eventually I had her on the floor on her back. I'd told her to spread her legs out wide and put her hands behind her head. I couldn't take it anymore, I got my dick out, I masturbated, looking at her. It didn't take long. I felt myself starting to come. I got her up and onto her knees. I came into her mouth. There wasn't anything for her to spit into so she swallowed it. She had trouble getting it down. 'Ok, you can go,' I said. She didn't say anything; she got dressed and went. There was almost a smoke trail behind her, it was that fast. I was only in one day that week, the Friday. She came up to my desk. No one else seemed to be around; she might have been waiting for an opportunity. 'Do you need me tonight?' she said. She said it quietly. I was surprised that she'd come to me. I hadn't planned on doing anything with her that weekend; I was going to leave it. 'Yeah,' I said. 'Wait after work, I'll take you back to yours, ok?' She said. 'Ok,' I said. I was surprised. At half past four every single person pelted for the door. Fridays were like that, it was like when you were a kid and everybody except you heard an ice cream van, you looked round and everyone had suddenly vanished. Faith was still there. I could hear her in her office. I thought about taking her there and then but she came out, she had her coat on and her stuff, ready to go. I went to turn my computer off and get ready. 'No rush, I'm going to have a ciggy first, give me five minutes, I'm in the back car park, ok? She said. She was talking to me like she like we were friends, like she didn't despise every cell in my body. I thought it was odd. Odd but good. I suspect I didn't wait the full five minutes. She was stood beside her car. When she saw me coming out she got in. I thought she was being nicer because she'd enjoyed what happened at the weekend. Ron had taken her that way. If that was what she was into, maybe the earth moved or something. She'd softened towards me, or it sounded like she had. I got in the car. 'Hi,' she said. She was smiling. She was smiling at me. Her voice sounded like it did before I started blackmailing her for sex. 'Tony,' she said, I want to get things straight with you, so I know how this is going to work, ok?' 'What?' I said. 'This thing, our arrangement. So we're clear Tony, if I keep having sex with you, if I keep doing what you want, like you said, you won't show anyone the file. That's right isn't it?' I got out of the car. It was cold; I really didn't want to get out. I went to the bus stop. If I'd left work as normal I would have had to wait at the bus stop for about five minutes. Because I missed that one I was going to have to wait twenty minutes, in the fucking cold. I've always been a bit of a scumbag. That's not going to be a shocking revelation to you at this stage, is it? For a long time I tried to be nicer. Then I just accepted the fact that I was just a bit of a cunt. Along the way, one of the things I've found is that when people who are basically nice, honest, good people, when those people suddenly try to do something dodgy, try to deceive someone, they struggle to do it effectively. In fact, they're absolutely shit at it. They're fucking amateurs. When she said that, when she went into, 'let's get things straight,' she couldn't look at me, she was nervous, her voice changed; she was utterly unconvincing. It was like when you see a pop star or a famous sportsman doing a cameo in a film or a TV show, like fucking Boy George on the A-Team (if you're old enough to remember). Some people can act, some people can't. Faith would have had a Dictaphone, or her phone recording, or she's got some sort of listening or recording device in that car. She's gone out early to set it up. If I'm recorded explaining the terms of my blackmail plot I go to prison. If I go to prison I'd imagine that another convict will do to me what I'm doing to Faith, namely having sex with me without my consent. I'm reluctant to have that happen. I rang her from the bus stop. 'Yes?' She said. 'Hey,' I said. 'Hi Tony.' She sounded downcast, contrite. 'I'm on my way home. You need to be there when I get there,' I said. I hung up the phone before she could respond which, in retrospect, was perhaps a touch melodramatic. When I got back her car was in the car park. I walked towards it but she'd seen me and she got out. I turned round and walked towards our flats; didn't wait for her to catch up. I got to my building; I stood holding the door as she followed me in. We didn't speak. We got in. I turned the light on. She started taking her clothes off right there, in the hallway. She was scared of how I was going to react to what she'd done. We were friends now. When she was naked I got her coat and went through all the pockets, there was nothing that could be taping me. I got her bag. I switched her phone off, I couldn't find anything else. I got her upstairs. I got the PC on. She was sat behind me on the bed while I loaded it up. I put this site on, extremexxx.com. I went to the page for uploading videos. I got my pen drive, put it into the PC. I opened another window and put the same site up. I picked a random video off the front page and put it on. It was some average ten-a-penny porn scene. 'Come here so you can see,' I said. 'See that number there, that's how many people have viewed this clip. ...That's when it was uploaded, when the guy pit it on there. You see there? The guy put it up this morning. What is that, ten hours ago? Look how many people have viewed it, you see that number? 'Yes,' she said. I closed the window. 'This is where you put video clips on there. I'm going to upload the video of you sucking me off and you're going to watch me do it,' I said. I started the process, opened the window for the drive. 'No. Tony, no please!' She said. 'I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry. I won't do anything like that again, I won't. I'm really sorry.' She put her hand on me. She was caressing my shoulder. She moved her hand over to my chest. I turned the chair round, looked at her. 'Sit on there,' I said, gesturing to the bed. 'Don't look down there, look at me.' I think it was the first time we'd made eye contact since I'd laid things out to her. Even as I was thinking about what I was going to say to her, a big part of my mind was taking in just how pretty she was, she was a stunningly beautiful woman. 'Ok look. The reason I'm doing this is because it's the only possible way I could have got you, alright? You're going to know that anyway, but I'm still going to tell you. You're a goddess. A man looks at you and he sees the Holy Grail. And that's just from what's on the outside. You're the be all and end all, that's reality. You're a princess. I can't get princesses. So I've had to do this stuff. And I don't know whether I feel great about it, but it's happening... Faith, I can do what I want. With you. That's the power I've got. You understand that right?' I said. 'Yes,' she said. 'I can use you like a piece of meat, I can use you like the only woman on a pirate ship if I want to. I can do bad stuff, depraved stuff. How this goes is going to be influenced by your attitude, and you need to understand that. Do you?' I said. It took her a few seconds to answer. She couldn't keep looking me in the eye. 'Yes,' she said. 'If you try to record me, or catch me out, or get out of this again, if you do anything I'm not happy with, thousands of people will be watching you being fucked up the ass by Ron, with Melissa watching. If one of those thousands of guys works for the company, that guy's going to come to you, like I did, and he's going to put his dick in your mouth, like I did. It could end up being everyone in the building. And if it gets out, if the videos get out, you're finished. Do you understand?' I said. 'Yes,' she said. I took my shirt off. I got up. 'Lay on the bed, on your back... Spread your legs,' I said. She did it quickly. She was eager to please now. I got undressed. I stood at the foot of the bed, looking at her. I started masturbating. 'I want to watch you getting yourself off,' I said. She had her hand down between her legs, working at her clitoris. 'Close your eyes,' I said. I got really hard. I stopped pulling myself and just watched her for a few seconds. I wished I'd been filming it. I got on the bed. I caressed her, her thighs. The skin was marvelous to touch. I ran my hands up and down those legs, I was enjoying doing it. She was still touching herself. I moved my hands to her inner thighs, almost up to her vagina. I spread her legs further apart. I took her hand away from her groin. I moved up the bed. I put gently pushed her labia apart. I eased myself in gently. I was inside her. It felt good in her cunt, that warmth and wetness. It felt beautiful. I felt like I was sliding into a movie star. I'm trying to describe it but I can't really. I'm not good enough with words. I can tell you that the physical sensation was better than anything I'd felt. It was blissful. I lay on top of her, I didn't put all my weight down on her but I wanted to squeeze against her, I wanted to feel her breasts against me. She put her arms round me. She was rubbing her hands up and down my back. I realised how much I must have scared her with the internet thing. This time it wasn't just me fucking her, she was fucking me back. She was bucking hard against me. She was aggressive, banging back at me as I went into her. She wrapped her legs tight around. As it went on, I felt weird. I felt like all the bad stuff was flowing out of me. This pressure was falling away, like all the shit in my head was clearing, dissipating. My body felt lighter, freer. I went at her harder. She was grinding against me. For a second I thought, 'let's make this last, let's spin it out;' but I just gave in to it. I decided to just come, to just sail right over the edge. And that's what I did. I held her face against mine as I came. Right afterwards, she was rubbing my back and the back my hair, almost cradling me. It was tender. She kissed my cheek. I turned my head and I kissed her on the mouth. It was the first time I did. All Business Ch. 05 The big bosses were in that week. There was big meeting in our boardroom that went on over, I think, three days. You had nationwide high-up managers in. I was having to arrange hotels and taxis. I had to listen to their bumpkin accents on the phone. I'd be talking to some guy who made in a week what I made in a year, and he sounds like some retarded, village idiot. I was itching to get at Faith. She was under pressure though, hosting this big three day thing. She had to put on a show, impress the high rollers. I didn't want to add to her stress. Melissa was in the meetings as well. I'm not sure how she got herself in there. I'd been thinking about Melissa. Having the video, with her standing there watching what Faith and Ron were doing, I felt I could do the same to her as I'd done with Faith. Melissa was probably even more formidable a personality than Faith, though. She wasn't as sharp as Faith but she was probably tougher. It would take bottle. Melissa wasn't as attractive. Not many people are as gorgeous as Faith, so that's not an insult to her. She was older, she had more weight on her (she wasn't overweight, she was curvy). I wanted her like mad. She had power and she was intimidating, but there was something else. She had this attitude. I'd seen it when she was in the office with Faith. Her attitude towards men seemed to be just like most men's attitude to women. She seemed like someone who just wanted to fuck. When she looked at you it was like she was trying to guess exactly how much pleasure you could give her, like she was looking at a dildo in Anne Summers. I always wanted to jump on her, every time I was anywhere near her. She wasn't at ours that much, she was manager of the ______ office. I didn't know how I was going to get to her. When she was with us she was always with Faith. It was frustrating me because I wanted her but I couldn't figure out how to do it. On the last day of their meetings Faith was wearing her business suit again. It was navy blue. Whenever she wore it I wanted to take her somewhere and bend her over. She was there first thing. People were just coming in for meetings. She was greeting all these regional and national management people. I caught her eye and held this yellow sticky note up for her. She came over. She made a big thing of coming over and seeing me. I think she wanted to show her bosses that she had this great relationship with her staff, that she cared about the little people. I showed her the note I'd written. She said, 'Ok, no problem Tony.' She smiled radiantly, for their benefit, and she put her hand on my arm. Ten minutes letter she was on her knees in front of me in the disabled toilets. She cupped my balls in her left hand. She closed her eyes. She took my cock into her mouth. I made her take it in a long way. She was sucking it slowly, intimately. I loved watching it go in and out of her mouth like that. She looked so beautiful with her eyes closed, moving her lips up and down. It was slow and tender. When I came in her mouth I told her to swallow it. She did. I kissed her afterwards. It was a nice kiss. Next time I saw her was at lunchtime when they all came out. These people never realise that when they're all stood around having a chat (loudly) and catching up, they're actually disrupting the work of the people in the office. They don't think about us though, we're not on their radar (Sorry, I'm just ranting there. If you're a big shot in a company, or if you ever become one, keep your fucking mouth shut if you're in someone else's office, don't wind people up, even if they're not being paid enough a year to cover your monthly country club membership) . My desk is at the front. It's quite common if I answer the phone and the person is out there in the greeting area, if it's not a personal call they'll take it on my phone at the desk. I put the phone up on the shelf bit in front of me and they'll be stood in front of my desk talking on the phone. It's usually incoming calls, I would consider it uncool for someone to come and commandeer my phone. When they were all there, the bosses, the big people, Faith came over. 'Can I quickly use your phone, Tony?' She said. I gestured for her to go ahead. I was about to put the phone up on the signing in shelf but she came around the desk. She was stood right next to me on my side, on my right. She dialled. Her hip was right by my shoulder. The person answered and she was talking, it was something about the monthly stats and could they be sent through earlier from now on. It must have come up in the boardroom (It was probably something that meant some low paid motherfucker was going to have to work even harder than they already were). About ten seconds into the call she moved so that her hip was now against my shoulder, pushing against my shoulder. The way my desk was constructed and arranged, no one could see us below the height of my neck. I looked round to see if anyone was behind us. Then I put my hand on her butt. Faith was so firm it made me jealous. She didn't move away, she was still talking to whoever it was on the phone. I was squeezing and kneading her buttocks for a few seconds, then I slid my hand in between her legs. I started rubbing her vagina through her trousers. I was gentle and tentative at first. I started going harder. Faith was talking on the phone, completely normal. No one would have suspected a thing (She was ten times better than that old guy in 'Police Academy'). For the first couple of minutes she was completely still. Eventually she started moving, but only very gradually. She was mowing her hips in a tiny, subtle, cyclical motion so that she could grind, as much as discretion allowed, against my fingers as I rubbed her. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing because obviously I couldn't see anything. It seemed to be working for her though. Then her phone conversation ended. She put the phone down, thanked me and went back over to the bosses, who were still making an obnoxious amount of noise. My dick was harder than, who's that guy? Audie Murphy. My dick was harder than Audie Murphy. If anything had happened to cause me to get up and leave my desk in the next ten minutes I would have struggled. I was starting to realise that I had absolutely put the fear of God into the woman when I showed her that internet site. The blowjob that morning had been so tender, and now this, her coming over to me and initiating sexual contact! At the end of the day they came out. There must have been more than twenty people. There were a lot of pinstripes. I think the big boss was there, the main man, old guy. He didn't actually seem so bad, from what contact I had with him. We were chuffed because having them around was getting to be a nuisance by the third day. I had to get seven different taxis down there. When some of the taxis were late I had to ring and chase them up, people were complaining, 'where's my taxi?' and all this shit. When the last of these big important bosses was out of the door, it was a relief. There was ten minutes of day left. She came over to my desk again. This time she had a sticky note for me. Those yellow fucking notes are still an aphrodisiac for me to this day. I just see one of them and my dick gets hard. That morning I'd given her the note which said: DISABLED TOILETS FIVE MINUTES. I'LL KNOCK THREE TIMES AND YOU'LL LET ME IN. When she came back in the afternoon she gave me a note which said: disabled toilets 5 minutes, knock 3 times I'll let you in (I didn't think it had the same gravitas in lower case). We should have developed a more unusual knocking code. It struck me as I went up to the door that your average disabled person in imminent risk of having an accident might well knock three times. She opened the door. She was wearing nothing but her suit trousers. Her hair was down. I nearly came, that's how good it looked. The toilet was in the corner. She went over to it. She pulled her trousers down and bent over it. Her hands were on top of the cistern. 'Where are your glasses?' I said. 'In my handbag,' she said. I had my left hand in my trousers getting myself hard as I rummaged through her bag. I had to stop because I needed both hands to get the case open. I went over and put her glasses on her. I got behind her. I didn't have any lube, maybe she'd put some on, I don't know. I got my trousers down. I took hold of her waist with both hands. I went into her ass. I was struck again by how tight she was. I reached over her, I could feel her back underneath me, I grabbed her left hand and put it between her legs, against my balls. She gripped my balls. I started to fuck her. She said, quietly, 'bit harder than that,.' I went up a gear. She liked it. She was getting as close as a human can get to purring. She asked me to go harder again. I did. I was getting into it. I was fucking her like I wanted to hurt her, like it was a fight, a contest. 'Pull my hair,' she said. I grabbed her hair, that long blonde hair. I had hold of all of it. I pulled it gently but concentrating on that fucked up my rhythm, it felt awkward. 'Just pull it as hard as you can and keep going,' she said. So I did. I pulled on her hair like it was a horse's main and I fucked her. I fucked the shit out of her. I felt powerful. I felt like she was my possession, like I could do whatever I wanted with her. The noises she was making changed. Every time I thrust into her, it was like she was saying 'oh!' But it was like a moan, from deep down in her throat, in her abdomen. She was hurting; she had to be, but she was enjoying it. I was absolutely hammering her. I couldn't stop myself from grinning. I could feel the smile spreading across my face, that's how much fun I was having. I have a handful of hair, I'm fucking her ass, balls deep, as hard as I can, she's making those noises and I'm thinking: life is good. Then she came. She gritted her teeth, closed her mouth, she stifled it as much as she could, but it was still too loud for my liking. It was like an animal, you wouldn't think a person could make sounds like that. They sounded like something in between grunts and screams, through her gritted teeth. Each one seemed to last ages. I thought I'd better get out. There was some blood on my cock. She stayed in the same position for a few seconds except she took the hand that had been on my balls and put her forearm in front of her face to shield her eyes while she collected herself. She kept leaning over the toilet like that. I was a bit worried, I thought we'd gone too far and she was hurt. Then she got down on her knees. She took my cock in her mouth, I didn't ask her to, she just did it. I had to remind her to cup my balls again, and to close her eyes. She took me in and out. When I felt myself getting close to the edge I held her face and pulled my dick out. I masturbated myself until I came on to her face. I was surprised by how much came out. She was still holding my balls as I ejaculated onto her. It was all over her face. I felt like I was falling in love. It felt like the end of 'When Harry Met Sally' or something. All Business Ch. 06 I was having a good time. I was doing all kinds of stuff to this incredible, golden lady. She was so frightened of being exposed that not only was she doing whatever I told her to do, she was so desperate to please me, to keep me happy and stop me from putting her all over the internet that she was actively thinking of ways to get me off. She was coming to me and initiating things. And she was so beautiful, she was so perfect. She would walk through the office, every male head would turn. Every guy in there is looking at that face, those legs, those breasts, her rear end, the way her hips drew in like that, the way she was so narrow round her waist that you couldn't even understand it. She'd smile at guys in there and they'd blush, that was the power her looks gave her. She was perfect, she was like sunshine. Imagine if sunshine was something you could call on the phone and summon. Imagine if sunshine was something you could fuck. The other men would watch her and they would want her, and I'd be thinking, I'm going to get her round and I'm going to fuck her tonight, any which way I want to, and she's going to take it. Life was good. I wanted Melissa as well. One of the things I loved about taking Faith was seeing the contrast between the ball busting office queen who didn't take shit from anyone, the scary Faith who would put you right in your place if she felt the need, and the Faith on her knees with cum dripping from her face. The Faith having an orgasm as you sodomised her. I loved that sense of having tamed her. It's a bit sad that I was thinking like that, I think. It makes me feel like some misogynist, chauvinist pig. I don't want to be like that (I spend a lot of time in that office with men who really do seem to still be living in the 1970s. They don't impress me) but I can't deny the satisfaction I got. The thing in the toilet, when it suddenly got really intense, that was Friday evening. That night, I believe, was the first time that Faith was able to swallow semen without any difficulty at all. She normally struggled. The first couple of times she had been on the point of gagging. This time it just went straight down, no problem at all. I saw her do it and I remembered the time she had been quite curt with me on the phone a few months earlier when I'd failed to pass a message onto her quickly enough. It's a buzz. I'm being honest about it. I'm a bit ashamed, but I'm not going to pretend I didn't enjoy that feeling. When she swallowed that cum right down like it was a sip of martini, I thought 'you've come a long way baby.' I'm a bad person aren't I? The reason I bring this up is because I'd started itching for Melissa. The distance between work Faith and sexual slavery Faith was wide. With Melissa I thought the transformation would be even more profound. Melissa was more intimidating than Faith, tougher. With Faith, there was always some sweetness there to counteract the fact that she could be so hard and direct with you. You very occasionally saw the yin as well as the (more common) yang. And when she was pleasant it seemed genuine. Melissa was scary as fuck, that's reality. When she was nice to you it felt like she was acting. It was normally stuff like she'd be nice to you to show someone else (Faith, quite often) that she liked and was liked by the little people, the worker ants. I resented it a bit, attracted to her as I was. Pulling faith's hair whilst having violent anal sex with her was not something I could have initiated. She wanted me to do it, she must have thought that was what I wanted and that by giving it to me I wouldn't even think about putting photos of her with her legs open on the web. I couldn't have done that to her without her consent though. With Melissa I pretty much knew I'd be prepared go a bit further. Deep down I felt that it should have been me in one of those offices at the back, with fuckwits coming to me with yellow sticky notes. If my brain hadn't suddenly started doing what it had started doing, just after uni, if I'd been well, I like (need) to think I could have been one of the big people. I wanted to get at Melissa so I could make her feel like a little person. The thing with Faith wasn't like that. I didn't resent Faith's status because she was a brilliant woman. I wanted Faith because I thought she was perfect in every way, and that's the end of it. With Melissa I wanted to turn the tables. I wanted to bring her down. I wanted to do it soon, too. There wouldn't be a reason for me to be in the ______ office. The only time I could be in a room with Melissa would be when she came to our place. There wouldn't be many opportunities, I certainly wouldn't have the sort of window I had with Faith. Melissa was usually working out of Faith's office when she was at ours. I wanted it to be similar to with Faith, I wanted to lay it out for her, then get her to do something for me. The best chances would be if she was in the kitchen by herself, or if she was outside the office or on her way to or from the toilets. It was going to be tricky, and I knew it. I gave it some thought and worked out what I would say. I wasn't going to hang around, I wasn't going to show her the video footage, I'd tell her I had it and then take her off somewhere (probably to the disabled toilets, which was becoming my favourite place in the world). I could show her the incriminating evidence there, then I could take her. I knew it would be scary but I thought it would be worth it. I waited for the next time she came in. It was a while before I saw her. I was still doing stuff with Faith. She'd be over at the weekends. I don't think we did anything in work in that time. I remember an occasion she was round, it was cold so I had the fire on. I liked having her sitting round naked. We were both reading, and every now and then I'd get her to come over and suck me off. I'd just beckon to her, didn't even have to say anything, she'd come over and do it. I'd got her to the point when she was sucking my dick exactly how I wanted her to. The whole weekend would go like that, she would sit there naked until I wanted her, I'd come in her mouth, she'd swallow. She'd go about eight; maybe I'd have her round on the Sunday as well for more of the same. Melissa always seemed to wear grey. That sounds boring but she actually had a bit of style, in my opinion, anyway. She used to wear this big flat cap at a funny angle on her head sometimes. I thought it was pretty cool. She had a bit of life in her. She had a spark of energy; it came out when she was with Faith and with a few other female manager types that used to haunt the office, when they were together. She seemed to be the life and soul of things. She got my dick hard, that's the truth. That woman has always pushed all my buttons. I can't remember how long it was before Melissa was back in, couple of weeks maybe. I think she was wearing grey. Trousers I think. She had long blonde hair, but it was straighter than Faith's. Faith's hair has this very slight natural curl, like Kate Moss' used to have. I was shitting myself when I saw her in the office. I'd been running through the scenario in my mind over and over, but I'd been mainly imagining what I was going to do to her once I'd told her the news. When I came into work and saw her there it suddenly occurred to me that I was going to have to confront this really frightening woman, and tell her that she was going to be my cum receptacle for the near future. I was more scared than I'd been with Faith, way more. I hope no one noticed how anxious I was. I tend to get really pale when I'm scared, sometimes I even shake. No one else seemed to pick up on it. At my desk I'm facing away from Faith's office. I wanted to see if Melissa went into the kitchen so I had to keep turning round and looking every now and again. I wasn't getting much work done. I couldn't concentrate much anyway, truth be told. If she'd gone out to the toilet or for a cigarette I would have seen her go and I would have followed her out. She was mostly with Faith all the time. I was frustrated at one point because I saw her coming out of the kitchen with two coffees. If I'd seen her go in I could maybe have made a move. She went out for a cigarette not long before lunch. I nearly bottled it, I nearly did. I thought, well I've got Faith, Faith is incredible, I don't have to go through this again, I can stick with Faith, Faith'll do whatever I want. I nearly gave up on it because I was scared of Melissa, I didn't know how it would turn out. Then I imagined Melissa on a bed, on my bed. Ever since I'd started there I'd noticed Melissa, I'd fantasised about her, I couldn't let the chance I had go, just couldn't. This thought process had run quite quickly, quicker than it took to type it out. I had a sticky note (Those little yellow notes for phone messages were brilliant for me! Me with a sticky note was like Indiana Jones and his fucking whip). The note said I had a video of her masturbating Ron and then watching Ron sodomise Faith in the ______ hotel room. I was going to give her that note and then see where things went. I went out after her. Where people smoked was out the front doors and round the corner to the left. It was all glass windows so I could see her stood in front of the bench that was there for them. She had her back to me as I went to the doors I believe she smiled indulgently when she saw me come around the corner. 'Hi Tony!' She said. It was just like with Faith. Maybe Melissa knew about me as well, and felt sorry for me. I went towards her with the note. I was frightened to the point that my balls were now inside my body. I probably was trembling with fear as I took those paces towards her. Her phone went off. She answered it. She did that thing where they hold their pointing finger up as if to say 'one moment.' I was just stood there, feeling like my nerves were going to snap with the tension. She was talking to some woman called Liz. Who I wanted to fucking assassinate. Then Deborah came out, I hadn't heard or seen her on her way out, I heard her as she was right behind me. Deborah was big and old and loud. Sometimes I found her entertaining and a genuinely lovely person, sometimes she made me want to smoke crack. 'Hi Deb,' I said. 'Hello young man,' she said. Deborah and Melissa got on well, they were friends. They could sit out there for hours yapping (while we were inside actually earning our fucking money). The chance had gone. I went back (the fuck) inside. In the afternoon she went into the kitchen by herself. I still had the note I'd written, I'd put it in my wallet (I was too paranoid bin it). I went across the office. I didn't know how long she'd be in there so I was really pacing along. The phones started ringing. I looked round frantically to see if another flunky was around to answer it. There was this guy called Nick, who hardly even had a brain, who should have been there, but wasn't. I went back to my desk to get the phone. The phone call was for this guy called Peter, old guy, who was even higher up than Faith. I put the call through to him in no seconds flat. I went back towards the kitchen. I got in there. Melissa was still there. She stood by the work top. She was eating something, a chocolate bar or something, while she waited for the kettle to boil. This time I didn't even notice the fear, I just steamed in. 'Hi Melissa,' I said. 'Oh hi Tony,' she said. 'What was the message before?' I didn't have the message. The message was on my fucking desk. 'Shi.. I left it on my desk. Two seconds, I'll go and get it,' I said. 'Oh ok.' It was lovely the way she smiled at me then, it took me by surprise. I turned to go back. Faith was coming in. 'Hi Tony,' she said, without looking at me at all, just looking at Melissa. '______ have been back on the phone. They want to know how many outcomes for this quarter so far and how many are projected.' 'Right ok,' said Melissa. I'll email Jo now... Or I'll ring her if she doesn't get back to me straight away.' Faith stayed there, probably waiting for her coffee. Neither one of them noticed me going. I remembered when Melissa had caressed Faith in that hotel room. I didn't pick it up at the time, but when I'd played the video back afterwards I'd seen the look on Melissa's face as she'd touched Faith. I got back to my desk, the note's on the desk. It was face down. I was glad it was. At this point I thought that, basically, God had stepped in. God had decided that I wasn't going to come to an arrangement with Melissa that day. Melissa was not going to assist me in the achievement of orgasm that day. And you don't mess with God, so I got on with my work. It got to half four, mass exodus. I was going to stay for a bit, I was meeting someone at the gym; we were going to spot each other (my squats were getting bigger but they were getting scarier too). Faith, Melissa and a male manager had also stayed. Faith and Melissa sometimes worked really late if there was a deadline coming. The male manager, guy called Scott, was doing his own thing. He came out of his office to leave. I was getting ready to go as well. They came out at the same time, cigarette break I think. Scott said his goodbyes and went. I was stood by my desk as they walked up. I knew what would happen, they'd make a fuss and tease me a little bit, I'd play along. I was putting my coat on. 'Hi Tony,' said Faith. She looked at me this time. 'Just going?' 'Yup. Gym.' I said. 'Look after those muscles,' said Melissa. I wanted to ejaculate into her mouth and down her throat. 'I'll try,' I said. Faith came up to me and put her hand between my legs. She put her hand on my junk, basically. Nothing was said. She had hold of me; she started to rub, gently. Melissa watched her do it, stood and looked at it. I was looking at Melissa. She was as surprised as I was (and I was surprised), but she didn't laugh or giggle or anything. She swallowed, and went with it. She watched as Faith gently rubbed my genitals through my trousers. 'Stay with us for a bit,' said Faith. I didn't respond. I don't think I could have done. She took her hand off my groin and took my hand; we were going back to her office. She looked at Melissa. She looked at Melissa and she did this thing, she sort of flicked her head back towards her office, gesturing for Melissa to come with us. She wasn't smiling when she did it; her expression was firm, hard. She was commanding Melissa to come back to her office with us. Melissa followed us. Faith was in boss mode. Normally our encounters were her doing my bidding, like a slave, like a fucking geisha or something. But with Melissa there, she was in hard-nosed business-woman mode. I liked it. 'Shut the door,' she said to Melissa. Melissa shut the door. Faith took off the blazer she was wearing. She took her blouse off and her bra. She did this quickly and aggressively, all business. I stood and watched her. I had an erection. Melissa went to grab Faith's breasts. She couldn't help herself from reaching out to touch her. 'No. Stand behind Tony,' Faith said. 'Press up against him. Put your arms round his waist.' Melissa did exactly what she was told. I could feel her body against me. I could feel her breasts against my back. I reached back around to try to pull her against me even harder. Her body wasn't as firm as Faith, but that softness, pressing against my back and against my butt, it felt good. Faith got down on her knees in front of me. I don't know what it was like for them, but for me the situation was shaping up nicely. Faith came towards me, undid my trousers. She pulled my trousers and my boxers down. It was actually pretty uncomfortable for a second because the waist of my boxers caught on my erection and tugged it downward. Faith raised herself up so that her breasts were right in front of my cock. When I tried to move my hip forwards to rub my cock against them she pulled away. 'Reach around him Melissa. Wank him off.' Faith was talking to her if she was a slave, as if she was a minion. Her tone of voice was firm and assertive, like a princess talking to a servant that she didn't particularly like. And I got the feeling Melissa was happy with it, that Faith treating her like that was even turning her on. Melissa's right hand came down. She took hold of me. Her grip was beautiful, perfect. This was not the first time she'd had hold of somebody's dick. 'Aim him lower. I want him to come on my tits,' said Faith. Melissa started masturbating me. She was good at it; she knew what she was doing. I just let it happen. I was looking down at Faith, at her breasts. Faith wasn't looking up at me; she hadn't made eye contact with me at all since she'd started groping me out by my desk. She was looking down at my cock as Melissa masturbated it. Every now and again, Faith's balance took her forward slightly and the very tip of my cock would brush against one of her breasts. When she felt it she would pull back away, slightly out of reach. Melissa had started thrusting and grinding against me, rhythmically, as she masturbated me. Her body was pressing hard against me. Her other hand was holding me around my chest, really gripping on. She was great at it. Feeling her hand on me like that was incredible. This was the woman who had intimidated me all that time, who'd scared the bejesus out of me. Now she had my dick in her hand. I could hear her breathing heavily. She started to kiss the back of my neck as she pulled on me. I looked down. Faith was rubbing her breasts, running her hands around herself. She had this look on her face; I'd seen it before when she was really aroused. It was like she was ashamed, like she was reproaching herself inside for how much she was enjoying what was happening, I'd seen that same look in the toilet. Melissa started fucking against me. She was banging against me as she masturbated me. Faith's eyes were closed now. She was still caressing herself. It looked like her other hand was down between her legs. I felt Melissa licking the back of my neck, really pressing her open mouth against my neck and licking my skin aggressively. I came all over Faith's tits. I nearly fainted. Honestly, I felt light headed and my eyelids did that thing, it was that good. I grabbed Melissa's hand and stopped her. 'Melissa,' said Faith. 'Yeah?' Melissa said. She'd stopped grinding against me, had let go of me. 'Get the tissues off my desk. Quickly! Come and wipe me off,' said Faith. You should have seen her move. She got the box of tissues in a flash, she got down in front of Faith and started wiping the cum off of Faith's breasts. She was wiping away, used up one tissue, got another one, kept going. Then she put the tissue she had down. She took Faith's breasts in her hands. She was squeezing them. Then she started to caress them. Faith let her do it. It was intimate, sensual. I watched it happen. Faith looked down at Melissa as Melissa touched her. She had the look on her face again. Melissa leaned forward and kissed Faith's breast, high up on it. Then she took one of Faith's nipples in her mouth. When she took her mouth away Faith cupped her face with her left hand, she drew Melissa's head upwards until their faces were level. She kissed Melissa on the mouth, very briefly. Then, she pulled away, stood up. 'We'll leave it there' she said. I was nearly hypnotized by all this. I was stood there; I can imagine my mouth hanging open. Faith got dressed. Melissa got up off the floor and turned away, went towards the door. She looked a little bit hurt and a little bit shocked maybe. We left together, the three of us. No one said anything. At the door, Faith went one way to her car, Melissa went the other way. I went across the car park towards the bus stop. No one said a word. All Business Ch. 06 I was late to the gym. I had to apologise to the guy I was meeting, but he was alright about it. It ended up being a good session.