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 ï>¿I Need A Husband by WillingWolf

   Sexy times at work, and how I got my Fiancee.

   Chapter 1

   Where to start really?  Perhaps I can give you all a clue by telling you
that after graduation I joined a bank.  That's true.  I did.  Me.  i
actually joined a Bank.  And now I am happily married.

   What's new there, you are thinking?  Girl leaves uni, gets job, gets
married.  Boring!!  Possibly so to you, but what a married life.

   As I speak Perry is lying on the bed spreadeagled, well tied actually,
recovering from an hour of sex.  He has had his cock rubbed, tickled, iced,
licked, bitten and sucked until it was sore and then I rode him for another
fifteen minutes before he came.  Of course I love him.  It wasn't
punishment.  That's entirely separate and maybe tomorrow.

   I have had my work cut out training him over the three years that we
have been married.

   If I explain that his full name is Peregrine Farquhar and that he still
is a computer nerd you might understand a little more.  All I have done is
add a little spice to his life.  Well, quite a lot actually.

   I will go back and explain the full story how I, Frankie Foxall, party
girl extraordinaire, came to be married and settled so quickly.

   I got a 2.1 in English from a good red-brick Uni and, after a farewell
term of screwing everything that moved, had to pack my bags and return to
my Home Counties family.  My younger sister, Emma, was in her last year of
school before going off to Uni and I was told, in no uncertain terms, to
behave myself and not be a bad example to my already fairly wild sister.

   I renewed my love affair with my horse and settled in to life at home.

   I really did behave.  I had to.  You never want to shit on your
door-step anyway but in this particular backward area of rural England
there was no-one around that I knew to get excited about.

   All the boys I knew when I was at school were either tiresome or
somewhere else in the country and I could hardly go out with my sister's
friends, could I?  Could I?  Probably not without getting a bad reputation,
and that was something I really didn't want.  I had only been a wild girl
away from home.

   My parents of course put pressure on me to get a job rather than ride
Snaffles all day.  He seemed quite happy about the idea particularly as
Emma was beginning to desert him for studies and boys.  Not necessarily in
that order.

   Anyway, get a job I did.  My father had contacts in the City and before
I even knew it I was the Personal Assistant to a minor bank director.  A
minor bank, and a minor director.  He thought he was really important so it
was never going to last long.  I could not be respectful enough.  He just
made me laugh.  But I tried to get along with him and keep a low profile. I
did not date anyone from the office and really only had a couple of flings
outside it.  There was one guy I had high hopes for, but a two-week holiday
together put closure on any possible romance.  I guess it could have been
my fault.  Maybe the place where we went offered too much in the way of
competition to me.  He did prove to me that he would never have remained
faithful.  Does that make me a hypocrite?  I guess it does.

   Anyway, back to the bank.  After I had been there almost a year

   I did keep bumping into one of the other directors, in the lift, in the
canteen and even in the pub in the evening.  I began to wonder whether he
was stalking me.  He was pretty smooth, for someone called Arthur, but come
on, he must have been nearly fifty.  Forty-eight I found out actually.

   He subtly chatted me up I guess and, as he was reasonably good-looking,
at least for a father-figure, I guess I responded.

   I suddenly realised that we were almost dating.  I mean, there we were
in a nice restaurant having dinner.

   What's this?  He is now talking about his son now fifteen, and a wife!

   He explained to me that he was very happily married but, 'Here we go', I
thought, 'his wife doesn't understand him'.

   I was brutally shocked to hear that all he wanted was a new PA.

   Had I lost my charms.  I didn't think so.  He had however made me more
determined to flirt with him and get a reaction.

   I was of course delighted to accept the job anyway and get away from my
self-important twerp.

   Arthur quickly arranged the transfer to our three-way delight and I
settled in as his new PA.

   Life didn't change that much.  Arthur headed up the Private Equity Group
of which I knew absolutely nothing.

   I did however understand men and I knew that he hadn't picked me for my
brains.  He didn't even know I had any.

   He did like my tits though and even more so my legs and ass.

   As my skirts got shorter the compliments got more effusive.

   He did draw the line at skimpy tops however, as I got to find out.  I
came in on a Friday with a strappy little top, scoop fronted and fairly
flimsy.  Oh and no bra.  Well, it was a Friday.  Dress-down day. 
Admittedly my aureoles and nipples were a little obvious.

   'Frankie,' he called me in to his office.  'Close the door behind you.
Take a seat.'

   I sat in front of him, crossed my legs, squirmed a little and re-crossed
them.  I knew he liked that.

   'I may have to give you a written warning about your conduct,' he
started.

   I was shocked.  I really hadn't done anything wrong.  My mouth must have
dropped open in shock.

   'Now unless you admit you are a bad girl and apologise, I am going to
have to write that letter.'

   There was something about the 'bad girl' words that made me stop and
think.

   I squirmed again and re-crossed my legs.  It was not wasted on him.  I
noticed his eyes drop to my hemline.

   'You cannot come into the Bank, not even on dress-down Fridays without
underwear.  That top is far too skimpy, I can see your nipples through it.
What would customers think.  They would think I had a tart for a P A.  And
no panties either I suspect.'

   I was eager to please.

   'I have got panties on today.  I mean I always wear them, well almost
always.'

   'Don't lie to me Miss Foxall,' he said sternly.  That skirt is so short
I can see practically up to your navel.  Which by the way is not a problem
on Fridays or any other day.  I know fashion for you young things is
important and I understand the current fashion is for short skirts.'

   Yeah right, I thought, he doesn't give a fig for fashion just short
skirts.

   'But Mr.  Knowles, I really have got panties on, I will show you.' I
said getting to my feet.  'But actually, maybe I had better not because
they are a little flimsy sir.'

   'I think I had better see them.  Just to make sure they are suitable.'

   He sat slowly drumming his fingers on the desk.

   'Come on.  We haven't got all day on this little disciplinary action.'

   As it happened I think we had got all day.  All afternoon anyway.  It
was Friday afternoon about three o'clock, so he was probably the only
director in the Bank at that time.

   I slowly raised my skirt up my thighs.  The skirt was so short I had
worn tights not stockings and I could see disappointment registering on his
face as the slightly thicker bands at the top hove into view.  I stopped
for effect.

   'I hate tights.  And, as I thought,' he said.  'No knickers.'

   I was quick to pull them up another six inches to show the thin white
strip of my g-string under the offending tights.

   He waved me to turn around.

   I knew that my bum looked pretty good even in tights.  The thin string
down the cleft merely exaggerating the pert cheeks.

   'Right, he said.  'You appear to be telling me the truth.  Do you agree
that you have been a bad girl though for not wearing a bra?'

   'Yes, Mr.  Knowles.  I am sorry I will always wear one in future.  Do
you want to check each morning when I come in?' I continued coquettishly.

   'Maybe so,' he mused.  'But first, as a bad girl do you think you should
be punished?'

   Now I saw where this was going.  I started to salivate.  Between the
legs, that is.  I felt my pussy turn to liquid.

   Let's make this easy for him, I thought.

   'Yes Mr.  Knowles, my father said girls should always get six slaps on
the bottom when they have been bad.'

   'Would that have been on a bare botttom, Miss Foxall?'

   'Well it is so long since I have been a bad girl at home that I do not
remember Mr.  Knowles.  It would probably be better, and that way you are
not likely to damage my panties or tights with your wedding ring.'

   He wasn't going to get it all his own way.

   'Yes quite, Miss Foxall.' He harrumphed gently.  'I think that, if you
accept this punishment, we shall be able to forget about the whole thing.
There will be no need for me to write the warning letter and we will never
need to mention it again.  To anyone.'

   'Yes Mr Knowles.' I bowed my head so that he wouldn't see the little
grin on my face.  We were going to have fun discussing my Christmas Bonus
next month, even though I had only been in his department for two months so
far.

   I flipped my skirt up my back and leant flat over his desk top.

   He took the hint and stood up to walk around the desk, behind me.  I saw
him adjusting the front of his trousers.

   He pulled down my tights and panties in one smooth motion.  He had done
this before.

   'I see you are a little wet, Miss Foxall.  Do you need to go to the
toilet?  I will wait here for you if so.'

   My face went very red.  He knew how much I was enjoying this.

   'No thank you Mr Knowles.  It was just a little warm in the canteen
earlier.  I must have perspired a lot.'

   He wiped his fingers through the slowly forming trickle, his finger-tips
just grazing my outer lips and the rapidly firming clit which I am sure
would be now visible.  'Mmm.'

   I jumped as the first slap stung my right buttock.  Three more rapidly
followed, left, right, left.

   The last two were more central, the last one low enough to slap my pussy
lips rather than cheeks.  I maintained a dignified silence.

   'Well done Miss Foxall.  Glad to hear that you did not cry out this
time.'

   This time?

   'Get dressed now and leave me to finish these reports.'

   Finish a hand-job more like.  It was on the tip of my tongue to offer to
help, but I thought it would be more fun to wait.

   'You can go home early if you have finished.  Oh, and by the way.  That
sounded like a very good idea of yours.  I think we will implement it from
Monday.'

   I looked puzzled.

   'The underwear check,' he said.  'Can't have you improperly dressed all
over the office.  And think about those tights as well.  Good night.'



   Chapter 2

   'Coming Darling.'

   Perry was calling from the bed where he was still tied up.  When we
first married he was quite meek and even a little downtrodden.  I blamed
his mother.  With her and I it was loathe at first sight.

   'Untie me and take my place.  Wait, get me hard first.'

   I licked my lips and got down to one of my favourite occupations.  I may
not be good at housework or even cookery, but boy can I get him hard.

   He had managed to get a couple of hours sleep after our earlier session
so it was no problem arousing him.  By the time I had licked his crack,
from his arse to his balls and back, a couple of times he had regained the
start of his tumescence.  It rapidly firmed in my mouth as I licked and
sucked.  As it gradually got harder I was forced to try to swallow more and
more down my throat until I was gagging.

   'Enough.  Untie me.  Take that robe off and lie face down on the bed.'

   He issued his instructions.  I love being dominated like this.  What was
he going to do to me?

   He slipped my hands into the chamois leather cuffs that we use.  They
are tight enough to hold you in but just stretchable enough to remove your
own hands in an emergency.

   He pushed a large thick pillow under my hips before tying my feet with
the same silk scarves that I had used to tie him.

   He slipped a blindfold over my eyes.  He knows I like this.

   Lying on my front I couldn't see much anyway but this enabled my
imagination to wander.

   Was Brad Pitt a surprise guest, or maybe the Wasps first fifteen?

   I felt a nose and tongue nuzzle between my parted legs.  The nose homed
in on my ass-hole, the tongue my clit and sticky lips.

   It seemed like forever that my lover, and I suspected that it was still
Perry, licked, probed and nibbled.

   I know that I dribbled juice over his tongue.  I felt him using it to
lubricate my ass.

   Now I knew what was to happen to me.

   I felt him reaching for the bedside table.

   Good, he was going to lube me properly.  Usually it would be unnecessary
but on this occasion I felt his urgency to thrust inside me.

   Wham bam thank you mam was the style of the day.

   His finger was cold with jelly.  Two fingers ensured I was well
lubricated but did nothing to stretch me for the coming ordeal.

   'Ohhh,' I groaned.  As much as anything in anticipation.

   He slammed into me.

   'Take that Sheila.' He was still reading that book about the Australian
outback where men are men.  I also suspect he remembered our holiday there.

   I had no complaints.  That's how I like them.  Men as men.

   Neither of us lasted more than a few moments.  The short strokes quickly
followed the long thrusts that started my engine.

   We came together, a fairly regular but by no means important event.  He
knew enough to finish me off properly if I asked.  Unless he really wanted
to punish me that is, when he would tease me for another hour, knowing when
to stop just before I got to orgasm.

   He untied me and we cuddled to fall asleep.

   After all it was four in the afternoon, we had enjoyed a couple of long
sessions.

   But enough of my current life.  I have not yet described how this hunk
of mine came into my world.

   The Monday after my spanking I dressed to kill.  Little black suit,
short but respectable, white blouse, bra, panties and suspenders to match.
Black sheer stockings completed the outfit.

   I was seated demurely at my desk emailing Lucy, an old Uni friend, when
he arrived.  I was tempted to entertain her with the goings-on of Friday
afternoon.  I may have no secrets from her, but I sure as hell was not
confident about how secure the system was from prying eyes in the IT
Department.

   I took in his usual first cup of coffee, on this occasion closing the
door behind me.

   He looked surprised and expectant.  My smile showed him that he had
nothing to fear that I was mad about Friday.  I wondered whether he had
been on tenterhooks all weekend.  Was he worried that I would report him?
Should I have played him a little more?

   I stood in front of his desk and slowly unbuttoned my jacket, which I
draped over the chair.

   I paused to see whether he would speak.

   He didn't.  This was a test of nerves.  I decided against asking if I
should continue.  He caught my eyes and pointedly looked at my chest.

   I love that masterful attitude.

   I dropped my eyes and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it from my
skirt to open it wide.

   His eyes showed me that I should drop it over the chair.

   His eyes caught me again.  I was to get to know those blue eyes well I
thought.

   They looked straight at my skirt.

   Up or down I thought?

   He knew what I was thinking.  He looked at the chair,

   Oh shit.  Down and off.

   I knew the door wasn't locked, but surely no-one would just come in if
his PA was not there to announce them.  Only another director maybe.

   I blanched, undid the zip and stepped out of it, hanging it with my
other clothes on the chair.

   'Perfect, Miss Foxall.  Now just let me say that I may have been a bit
hasty the other day when I said you should always wear a bra and panties.
You must get to know me well enough to know which days are suitable for,
shall we say a more unstructured approach.  Perhaps today would be one of
those days.  Your shirt is a little see-through so maybe you will need to
keep your jacket on.  And as for the panties, well, your skirt is amply
long enough to cover a multitude of sins, shall we say.'

   Pompous bugger.  I guessed that he wanted me to strip off in front of
him.

   I hesitated.

   He very obviously looked at his watch.

   'I have a meeting at 9.30 I hope no-one is early.'

   That encouraged me to slip down my panties and shed my bra.  I quickly
reached for the skirt and blouse, and he made no move to stop me.  Just as
I placed my arms into the jacket to finish dressing there was a half knock
at the door and it was slowly opened by, of all people, the Chairman.

   'Arthur, Good morning.  I hope I am not interrupting anything?'

   'Not at all Leonard.  We had just finished Miss Foxall?  Hadn't we?'

   'Indeed Mr Knowles.  I should be able to keep myself busy all day now.'

   Great, but can you bring us four coffees in first please?  Ah good here
are Graham and Charles.'

   I was looking surreptitiously around to see where my underwear had gone.
I am sure it had been on the desk.  There was no sign of it.  Arthur must
have put it in his drawer as the door opened.  I breathed a silent sigh of
relief.  This was a new job and I really was not going to become the office
bike.  That was not going to get me a salary raise.

   I returned a few moments later with a tray of coffees and biscuits. 
Arthur was at his desk looking at some papers, the others sat on three
sides of the coffee table away from him.

   I bent straight legged from the waist to lower the tray to the table.  I
could feel Arthur's eyes on my legs.  I guessed that the skirt was short
enough to show the tops of my stockings, but not my bottom.  Enough is
enough, I thought.  He knew what secrets were close to being unveiled.

   I wondered whether he would have to adjust his clothing again to walk
around the desk.

   I returned demurely to my desk outside his office and kept myself busy
until the meeting finished, moments before they all went to lunch together.

   It was obviously going to be quiet morning for me.

   A three-hour lunch was quite common but I guessed he would come back
reeking of alcohol, with only one thought on his mind.  Me.

   By now I was bored anyway and more than ready to indulge in a little
sex-play.

   I was not wrong.  As he walked through the door he asked me to join him
in his room and close the door.  He rarely closed the door unless he had a
private meeting so I was able to guess that I was going to be the focus of
his attentions.

   'Mr Knowles, do you still have my underwear?  Might I have it back
please?' I said coyly.

   He lifted the pieces from his top drawer, raising my panties to his nose
to sniff the gusset.

   'Perfumed,' he said.  'Delightful, but maybe I should have let you wear
them longer?  Perhaps you could jog to work?'

   I assumed that was a joke but heard myself saying that 'Some lunchtimes
I play squash and so maybe those days...' I let the words tail off to see
his reaction.

   He grinned like the cat that got the cream, or maybe the man that would
lap the cream.

   'Come closer Miss Foxall, here beside my chair.'

   I could see the bulge in his trousers.  It was either padded or he had
quite a cock on him.

   I opened the buttons on my jacket so that he could see the shapes of my
nipples sticking through the blouse.

   I was really quite aroused myself.  I love not knowing what will happen
next.

   He reached up and tweaked them both, one after the other.  Firm enough
to make me bite my lip to stop myself from squealing.  Firm enough to make
them rock hard like a finger joint.

   'Turn around please.'

   I couldn't believe it, a please.  It almost hit the wrong note with me.
He was not quite as dominant as I thought.

   'Yes Master.' I thought this might get it back on the right note.

   It did.

   'Touch your toes my girl, feet apart.'

   He flipped my skirt over my back and fondled my cheeks.  He smoothed,
them, pinched them, smelt them and even kissed them, until eventually he
put his hands firmly onto my snatch.

   I wriggled my feet further apart, and felt him feel around for my
clitoris with his middle finger.  His thumb gradually stroked my arsehole.

   Two fingers disappeared deep within me.

   'You are very wet my dear.  Have you been thinking about sex all
afternoon?'

   'All day,' I retorted.  'You can't take away a girl's knickers without
her being aware of it all day.  And my nipples have practically worn a hole
in the shirt.'



   He laughed and motioned for me to stand up and turn back to face him.  I
started to wonder what he would do next.

   I turned and hoisted my skirt to the waist, still standing with my legs
half a metre apart.

   The phone went.

   'Hello darling.  Yes, you have come straight through to me.  My new PA
is off on an errand for me.'

   A worried look crossed his face, followed by a pleading one as he put
his finger to his lips for silence.

   I noticed that they were sticky and shiny.  They were the ones that had
been up my vagina.

   I stayed quiet.  He knew I could have dropped him in it and gave me a
grateful smile.  He was not nearly as dominant with his wife as he was with
me.

   'Yes, no, I had not forgotten that we were at the Von Kreigs for dinner,
but I am running a little late.  Yes, okay I will leave any minute now.'

   He put the phone down and looked every bit the harassed husband.

   'I have to leave now,' he almost apologised to me.

   I must admit I could have done with a good fucking.  I would have to go
home and play with myself.  I had no date tonight.

   I actually realised that I was enjoying the company of this pervy old
man.  Well maybe not that old maybe, but definitely pervy.

   He was as fickle as the weather.  Some days I would show him my
underwear and it was as if I didn't exist.  Other days he would get me to
remove either my bra or panties or sometimes both.

   On the Thursday I had a game of squash arranged.

   'Mr Knowles,' I murmured coyly, before raising my skirt to show him my
panties.  'Could I have an extra half hour lunch today to play squash
please?'

   I raised my skirt to show him a thick pair of white cotton sports
briefs.

   'Yes please,' he said.  'I mean that will be fine.  Come straight back
here afterwards will you, I may have an errand for you.

   I knew what he wanted and smiled.

   'Yes Mr Knowles, I am playing from one to two, I can be back by two
fifteen if that will suit you?  Maybe I can shower in the toilets later?'

   'You can use my private shower in the executive washrooms,' he said. 
And turned to business.

   I don't know what my opponent thought when I made my excuses and left
without showering.  She had beaten me quite comfortably and made me do a
lot of running around.  What with the sweat and the anticipation of a sexy
afternoon my gusset was running.  I knew if my mind had been on the squash
I would have played better.  I might even have beaten her.  I kept seeing
her little white knickers every time she bent over to retrieve the ball. 
All I could think about was how wet mine were getting.  I agreed to play
again the following Thursday.  I knew I would have no problem getting the
time off.

   I stood at my desk and flipped the intercom.

   'Ahhh Miss Foxall, can you come into my office please.'

   I just hoped he was on his own.

   He was.

   'Come over here.  Stand beside me.  That's right.  Now just raise your
skirt slowly to the waist.'

   I very, very, slowly inched my short, pleated skirt up my thighs.  It
wasn't long enough to take long but I enjoyed watching him salivate.  He
was literally licking his lips, his eyes intently focussed on my moving hem
line.

   Tentatively he gently touched my knee with his fingers.  He slowly
grazed his way up my thigh until his fingers hovered between my legs within
an inch of my panties.  I almost screamed when at last, he touched me.  I
really needed to come.  My mind was playing sexy games but my body wasn't.
Yet.

   He thrust his fingers between my legs and gripped the gusset of my
panties so hard that they leaked moisture all over his fingers.  He sniffed
and then licked them before inserting them between my legs again, this time
under my panties.  I squirmed as his fingers wriggled between my sopping
lips.  His other hand snaked round behind me as if to pull my bum towards
him.

   'Take them off.' he breathed.  'Bend over the desk.'

   I knew I was going to get fucked.  I hoped it was not going to be in the
arse.  As enjoyable as that is I wanted his cock nudging my g-spot at this
moment in time.  I quickly slipped off and lowered myself, prone over the
desk, my clit rubbing against the edge.  Almost behind me, I saw him pick
up my knickers, bury his face in them and take a few deep breaths.  I was a
little surprised when instead of dropping his trousers and ramming into me
he buried his nose and mouth in my crack.

   It was wonderful.  His moustache tickled, I almost laughed to think what
it must smell like.  He licked and licked, from my clit to my arsehole and
back again.  He practically buried his nose inches deep into my bum-hole. I
started to come.  I just needed him to fuck me.  The first touch and I
would start to come.  I heard him drop his trousers and as he moved forward
I felt him ejaculate all over my bottom.  I practically screamed with
frustration.

   'Ooooh, thank you Miss Foxall.  That will be all for the time being.'

   I hadn't got the words inside me with which to make my feelings clear. I
jumped to my feet and if looks could kill he would have dropped dead on the
spot.  I spun about and slammed his door.  Returning to my desk I was
practically crying with frustration and pent up-rage now.

   It was two forty-five.  I threw open his door to see him lying back in
his chair with his eyes closed and my panties draped over his nose and
mouth.  With all the sarcasm I could muster I said 'Goodnight Mr.  Knowles.
I am going home.  I may be back in the morning.'



   Chapter 3

   Well, I did go back of course.  I hadn't even started to milk the
situation I found myself in and, more importantly, I had achieved a couple
of fantastic orgasms in the shower and on the bed at home with one of my
vibrators.

   This had put me in a much better mood and a couple of drinks in a wine
bar later with an old friend had sealed the feeling.  I was back in
control. I think that while a lot of the frustration was caused by needing
the physical sex when it had appeared to be about to be offered, it was no
doubt true that I felt used and abused because he didn't appear to want to
fuck me.

   That hurt.

   I rationalised it by accepting that this way he could perhaps tell his
wife that he was completely faithful.

   Yeah right.  Like eating isn't cheating.

   Still there I was next morning with a sunny smile and no knickers.

   'Good morning, Mr Knowles.  I would like to apologise for my early
departure yesterday afternoon.  I wasn't feeling very well, I am afraid. 
As you can see, I am much better this morning.'

   I slowly raised my hem above my crotch.

   'I will however understand if you feel that I should be, perhaps, well,
er, chastised, this evening before I go home.  Perhaps made to write one
hundred lines, 'I must not get frustrated if I do not understand all the
work I am given.' That might be suitable, or maybe you could think of some
other form of punishment?'

   A long slow beam had transfigured his face from solemn and maybe a
little apprehensive.  Just like the rising of the sun over the horizon
transforms night into glowing morning.  Another lovely day.

   'Delighted that you are feeling better Miss Foxall.  I was worried that
you would do something rash.  Please in return accept my apologies if in
any way I am not the perfect boss.  I aim to please but perhaps also need
some correction from time to time.'

   The rash of innuendoes came thick and fast.  I wondered whether he
wanted me to beat him perhaps.  That might be fun, I thought.

   This was one day that passed quickly.  While I have given the impression
that we never did any work, from time to time the Private Equity group that
he ran was incredibly busy and this was one such day.

   We were so busy that he almost forgot about the punishment due to me.  I
know that I hadn't.  Even while preparing documents frantically I was
squirming about in my seat anticipating the evening's entertainment.  I was
not altogether surprised therefore when he asked me if I could work a
little overtime, say until seven o'clock.

   I heard him explaining this to his wife as well.  He sounded so
plausible I thought for a minute that I may even have some more document
preparation to do.

   After receiving what I suspect was a tongue-lashing from her he agreed
to meet her in the River Room restaurant at seven thirty.  I had never been
there and was determined that soon this would change.  I wondered whether
it was the sort of place you took your wives but not your mistress?  I
would find out.

   I got the call at about six.

   'Miss Foxall.  Have you just about finished for the night?'

   'Yes Sir, I think I have finished everything I can do out here,' I
lisped.

   Licking my lips I continued in a little girly voice that I knew he
liked.

   'I have tried to be ever so good today.  You know, to make up for being
so bad yesterday.'

   He took the hint.

   'Yes, about yesterday.  Come into my room young lady.  Close and lock
the door behind you.'

   I did as he had asked and stood demurely by his desk.

   He opened his drawer and pulled out a plastic ruler about thirty
centimetres long.  He slapped it down on the leather of his desk a couple
of times.

   My heart missed a couple of beats I am sure.  I started to get even
moister.  My lips need licking.  They all did.

   I hoped the rulers bark was going to be worse than its bite.

   'Take off your blouse Miss Foxall.  You have been a very bad girl.  That
was a disgracefully petulant demeanour you displayed last night.  I hope
that you will remember this in due course?'

   I expected to be laid over the desk and started to raise my skirt in
anticipation.

   'Who told you to move my girl?  Stand upright.  Hands clenched behind
your back.  Stick those insignificant lumps of flesh that you call breasts
out so that I might see them better.  Come on, you can push them out more
than that.'

   I was so busy pushing my magnificent pair right out that I was shocked
to feel the ruler land from an open-handed slap on my left breast, followed
rapidly by a backhanded blow to my right one.  Crying out in agony made me
realise why he wanted the door closed and locked.

   I grabbed one in each hand to massage away the pain.

   A flurry of blows landed upon the backs of my hands.

   'Who told you that you could move your hands?  Put them back behind your
back.  This instant.'

   I did.  I held my smarting hands together, wringing them behind me.  The
smarting was still not nearly as bad as the pain creeping out from the two
red stripes, one on each breast.

   He no more than flicked the ruler flat onto each nipple and I jumped
like a scalded cat.  I kept my hands behind me though.

   'Good girl.  You will get to appreciate a good punishment in due
course.'

   I remember wondering how often he caned his wife's nipples. 
Unfortunately the thought brought a smile to my face and further treatment,
now on the insides of my poor mounds.

   Eventually stripes were visible above, below and on either side of the
nipples.  The nipples themselves were rock hard, rampant and crimson red
where they had been slapped after each stripe was applied.

   Eventually he stopped and applied himself to my bum.  I had been
manhandled over the desk and my skirt raised over my back.

   He only gave me two hard slaps before I started to come.

   I held on firmly to the other side of his desk.  I rubbed my clit along
the edge and this, and the beating, was enough to make me orgasm.

   Seeing this he quickly dropped the ruler and ejaculated over my bottom
and the inside of my skirt.

   Ever the gentleman he lent me his handkerchief to wipe away his spunk.

   It was an orgasm, but really, not as good as a fuck.  I was beginning to
get a little frustrated probably because I also didn't have a regular
boyfriend.

   I had to do something about that.  Go out more?  Try internet dating?

   I thought about these ideas on the way home, while still musing about
the unfairness of being a mistress, compared to a wife.

   She was in the River Room, I was on my way home for a take-away.  Let's
face it I am not really a proper mistress.

   Money also came into my thoughts.  To meet the right guy I had to be in
the right places.  To go to the right places meant having more money than I
had then.  While I was receiving quite a good salary as a secretary P A, I
was no way being compensated for my extra-mural activities.

   I came up with a plan and the next day turned up to work in a decidedly
cheap skirt and blouse.

   I brought in his first cup of coffee, raised my skirt to the waist and
waited.

   I had given quite a lot of thought to my panties.  He might not notice
my skirt but he would certainly notice them.

   I had decided eventually on an old greying cotton pair that were stuck
now in the back of the drawer.  Comfortable ones I used to wear under
jodhpurs, but not my old school ones.  He might just have liked those.  I
didn't even own the ideal Bridget Jones big panties, so these would have to
do.

   It took him a moment or two to make me turn around.

   'Oh I think you need to take those off,' he said.  'They are really
quite grey and unattractive.  Not your normal style at all.'

   That was the opportunity I needed.

   'Well, all this new underwear I have needed has cost me a fortune.  A
lot of costs are unavoidable as part of being the PA to an important city
executive.  Those suits are expensive, five hundred pounds a time and I
have to have them dry cleaned practically every time I use them to get the
semen stains out.'

   This brought into play the main angle of attack.

   'If you want me to continue to play games where my clothes get so dirty
I am going to need a rise.  Quite a big one.  After all we don't want other
people in the office, or our families commenting and asking questions about
the state of my clothes.  Do we?'

   I was hoping that I had not over-egged the situation.

   I licked my lips and started to undo my blouse.  I needed him to start
thinking with his cock again.

   He quickly cottoned on to my line of thinking.

   'Quite right Miss Foxall.  We particularly wouldn't want our families to
be involved say, in any, er,...  discussions.'

   'No Mr.  Knowles.  Absolutely not.'

   'Now let's think.  I only have the ability to put your salary up to the
maximum of the Banks scheme for P As and that would be just under twice as
much as you are earning now.  How would that be?'

   In for a penny, in for a pound I thought.

   I didn't speak merely unhooked my bra and played with my tits.

   'But, I do have more discretion when it comes to our six monthly
bonuses.'

   This was more like it.

   'Shall we say fifty thousand per year in two instalments?'

   'If I was really naughty, could we say fifty thousand for each
instalment?' I whispered, holding up my skirt and slipping two fingers into
my pussy.

   'Harrumph.  Well for that sort of money you would have to be really
naughty, I mean really co-operative.  I mean do more challenging work than
you are now.'

   I leant back on his desk opening myself up for him.

   'For that sort of money I could be very helpful with some of your
clients.'

   I thought I had gone too far when he said, 'For god's sake woman.  If I
want to buy a client a hooker I will do, and for far cheaper than that. 
No, you misunderstand me.  I will need you to get involved more with the
private equity business.  Our little games will stay strictly between us.'

   I decided that not only was this the very best deal that I was going to
get from him, it also was really a great step forward in a career.

   I rushed over and thanked him with a big kiss on the cheek and a hug. 
The first real sign of affection either of us had ever shown.

   'Arthur.  Oh thank you.  That is truly wonderful.  You will see I will
not let you down.  I understand most of the papers that I have been typing
up and I am sure I can be of help in the business.'

   So there it was.  A really good salary and a year later there I was one
hundred thousand better off with a couple of bonuses under the belt.  And,
guess what.  I really was good at the job.  I started going to meetings and
just taking notes.  Within a few months I was going to meetings on my own
if Arthur felt that he would have to make a tricky, on-the-spot, decision.
I was able to give him the time to think about the proposals and discuss
them a little more with the board.

   And he let me call him Arthur if the two of us were alone.  That was
almost as good as the fact that I had a title, Manager, and Business Cards.
I felt I was on a roll.

   He still called me Miss Foxall however, even though I had, on a couple
of occasions, said to him that he could certainly call me Frankie, or even
Francesca, if he wanted.  Let's face it he could have called me whatever he
wanted for that money.

   But no.

   I am sure that the words 'Miss Foxall' excited him almost as much as
seeing my bare bum or bare tits.

   Certainly the punishment was unabated.  I was almost permanently
striped, either on the bum or thighs or tits.

   If I had a hot date, and they were rare items, I would ask him for a few
days respite, and think up other games to keep him happy.

   Blow jobs were popular but on the one occasion I tried to tie him up and
beat him I was quickly put in my place and the hot date had to be
postponed. I was striped everywhere.  I had been wrong when I thought
earlier that he might have liked a little punishment returned.

   Anyhow I reckoned I was earning my money.  It was however the best job I
could possibly have.  It suited me down to the ground.  Lots of money, some
responsibility and loads of kinky sex.

   I didn't even really miss the fact that I had no regular boyfriend.  The
excitement that I got at work made me very relaxed about extra- curricular
sex.

   But then I met Perry.



   Chapter 4

   Perry the Nerd, I think was the way I used to talk about him.

   We were after buying his business.  He had set up a very, very,
profitable holiday villa, slash second home, multi-user, fee paying, user
friendly, data-base.

   It basically ran itself and owners and renters paid a fee electronically
which Perry banked.

   It was basically marketed organically, which meant it wasn't really
marketed at all, and our Private Equity Group believed that by buying it,
restructuring it and marketing it properly we could make a lot of money
from it.

   We would employ the Nerd as a consultant until it was up and running our
way and then put in our own management.

   Peregrine Farquhar would then retire into the sunset with loads of
money.

   We would bank a few million and move on to the next deal.

   That was the theory.

   Perry may have looked, or more exactly dressed, like a nerd but he
wasn't stupid.  He knew it was worth a bit of money and our first offer of
a million didn't exactly thrill him.

   At that stage we sent in the shock troops.

   Me.

   My brief was to be nice to him and see how cheaply we could get the
business.

   The first couple of meetings were in his office, basically the spare
bedroom of his two-bedroom apartment.

   I always wondered whether he knew that I couldn't concentrate on
business in a bedroom!

   The second couple of meetings were in a restaurant down the road.  I had
feigned hunger due to a missed lunch at one of the meetings and asked
whether he would accompany me to the restaurant as I did not like eating
alone.

   He was truly gallant, opening doors, standing if I left the table, and
even paying the bill.

   I found myself liking him and looking at him in a different light.

   I think he liked me too.  At least he was quick to accept when I
tentatively asked if he would like to go out on a Saturday night.

   My treat I said.  I happen to know my boss has a booking at the Ivy he
is not going to use.  It would be a shame to waste it.

   He leaped all over me like a rash.  He would be delighted to go out with
me.  He had always wanted to go there.  He had heard so much about it.

   He then, without any prompting, asked if his current ensemble, a pair of
shooting style moleskin trousers and a thick Arran sweater would be
suitable.  I am sure that if he knew the right people to actually go
shooting, they would have actually smelt of dead birds.  He really did have
no idea how to dress.

   Here was my chance.

   'Definitely not.' I replied.  'Perhaps I could take you shopping
Saturday afternoon.'

   Now I like shopping almost as much as fucking.  Just maybe I was going
to get both in one day.

   Arthur was delighted and pulled all the necessary strings to get me the
table.  He even promised me a big bonus if I could get him for three
million.  Things were looking up.

   Jermyn Street was the obvious place.

   I could not get over the way that he looked in a good suit even without,
at this stage, a smart shirt and tie.

   I selected a handful of both and persuaded him that yes, he really did
need both suits.  And the casual jacket and two pairs of slacks.  I always
have liked cream linen jackets.

   We just had to celebrate on the way out.  So much so that after he had
bought two new pairs of shoes and a pair of brogues I somehow managed to
squeeze in a pair for me too.

   I thought £350 was very reasonable for all the work I had done.

   After all the money we had spent I figured he would have to sell his
company.

   I was staggered by the evening.  The new clothes gave him a whole new
dimension.  Confidence with a big C.  He was charming, fun, and even had a
glint in his eye.

   I had to choose the wine, he lacked any knowledge at all he said.

   He now knows that he enjoys vintage bubbly and fine claret.  Well, it is
not every day a girl gets taken to the Ivy.  This certainly made up for
Arthur taking his wife to the River Room.

   I had arranged with Arthur and the Maitre'd that the bill would go
directly to the company so there was no unseemly squabbling over the bill.

   I didn't mention his company all night.  Just enjoyed myself.

   I was ready to be fucked when he dropped me home in the cab.  I invited
him in for a 'coffee' but his gaucheness reappeared.

   On the doorstep he pecked me on the cheek, somehow avoiding my moist
open mouth, thanked me again and sprinted back to the waiting taxi.

   Talk about frustrating.

   The vibrator got a pasting.  I lay on the bed and thought about the
wonderful evening we had had.

   My orgasm was almost romantic.  My yearnings were for real.

   I had a new game to play.

   Perry was not going to get away from me.

   I still had to work out what was best for the two of us.

   I was already thinking of us as an item.

   Would we be better off not selling the company and me giving up my job
to manage and market it.?

   Could I get him four or even five million for it?

   What was it really worth?

   I needed to put in a few more hours on the project and see if I could
find out some projections of its worth after we had rebuilt it.

   I slept and dreamed.  I am sure I spent half the night dreaming about
sex with Perry, and the other half spending his five million pounds that I
was determined to get for him.

   Well by Monday morning I had thought it all through.  I had two key
things to achieve.  I had to seduce Perry and make us an item.  Marriage??

   I also had to get Arthur to tell me the real value of the Company.

   Being pretty cocky, I thought the first one was easy.  The second one
needed a bit of planning.

   That morning I wore my shortest skirt and a balcony bra.  After a few
minutes of titillation when I raised the skirt slowly to the waist, I
walked over to Arthur with his first coffee of the day.  I made sure that
he had his favourite chocolate finger biscuits.

   I sat on his knees facing him with my legs either side of his.  I
couldn't have been more obvious if I had tried.

   I helped him with his coffee and even put the biscuit in his mouth,
accidentally leaving a couple of fingers in there for him to lick the
chocolate off.

   The next chocolate finger was liberally soaked in my pussy before I put
it in his mouth.  The third one I lay back on his desk and let him remove
it himself with his teeth.  I almost forgot my mission and concentrated on
getting fucked.

   'So, how much will we be able to sell Perry's company for when we have
built it up a bit,' I asked the top of his head as he snuffled between my
legs.

   I wriggled a bit as he nibbled away at the biscuit without removing it
first.

   'Don't you worry about that young lady.  It will make a handsome profit.
I'll tell you what.  You get it for me for three million and I will
guarantee you a half million bonus.  How's that.'

   That really did start me creaming.  Sex and money are both guaranteed to
do it for me and together, wow.

   His tongue eased its way into my vagina as he tried to extricate the
last of the biscuit which had broken off.  I guessed I tasted sweet and
chocolatey by now.

   Suddenly my selfish side took over.  A half a million bonus, or life
with Perry.  Sounded pretty win-win.  I would keep going without burning
any bridges.

   Perry was next.  Surely this wouldn't be difficult.

   The three of us were having a meeting this afternoon.  I was strictly
the note taker on this occasion and this was the first time that Arthur
mentioned money.

   'Now look here Perry, you can come out of this rather well.  I reckon if
you can give us the right commitment to start us up, maybe a consultancy,
say, of twenty hours a week for six months and certain guarantees not to
set up a rival company within the first five years, well I can pretty well
promise you two million.

   Perry, the idiot, looked impressed.  I saw my bonus going out of the
window.

   Sitting slightly behind Arthur I took a risk and shook my head ever so
slightly and raised my pen hand higher and higher.  I put my hand flat
against my tummy holding out three fingers would he take the bait?

   I waved my hand to mime uncertainly, and looked him straight in the
eyes.

   He was perfect.

   'I see,' he said.  'Well, I will have to think about it.  I was hoping
for a little more really.'

   'Well,' said Arthur.  'Maybe we could say give you a consultancy fee of
say 250,000 and maybe an option over some shares when we put it public.'

   Perry looked at me to see what I thought of that idea.  I just put my
finger on my watch and tapped it a couple of times.

   'Well anyway,' he said.  'We are not going to sign anything today are
we, I might as well sleep on it and think about it overnight.'

   I smiled as Arthur's hopes for a quick contract were dashed.

   'By the way Arthur, thank you so much for paying for that dinner on
Saturday night at the Ivy.  It was a lovely restaurant and you provided the
most delightful companion for me.'

   I blushed.  I really did.

   'Thank you kind sir.  I enjoyed it just as much.  It was my first time
there.  Maybe we could do it again some time,' I simpered.  'I hear the
River Room is nice as well.'

   This had the desired reaction from Arthur who went a little red
harrumphed a few times and said that yes it was lovely but there were a
host of great restaurants in London.  He was more than happy to see me
taking Perry out but he really didn't want to meet us if he was escorting
Mrs Knowles.

   I was pleased when he went straight home from the meeting and I was able
to take the expected phone call in private.

   'Were you trying to tell me something at that meeting Frankie?' he asked
straight out.

   For heaven's sake, the man is an idiot, has he never heard of phone
taps.

   'Oh I don't think so Mr Farquahar.  You meant when I was looking at my
watch.  I hope you didn't think I was rude but I knew I had to phone a
friend about a meal tonight.  As it is by the time I got back here it had
been cancelled so I need to go shopping to buy myself some dinner.  I hope
you don't think that I was daydreaming during the meeting.  I was listening
very carefully to everything.  I have got all the notes.' I bumbled and
burbled away.  He took the hint.  In fact he took both of them.

   'Well how about dinner with me then Miss Foxall?  My treat.  No excuses
I know you have nothing on.' I hoped I wouldn't have later.

   Apparently reluctantly I heard myself saying 'I think I can get a
booking at the Argonaut.  It is very new and apparently very good.  The
owner is a friend of one of our Directors.  Shall we say 7.30?  I will book
it in your name.  The cream linen jacket will be very suitable.'

   He laughed.  'Thank you Miss Foxall.  You are so organised.  I really
must poach you as my secretary if I am going to get all this money.'

   That was going too far.  I almost frostily put the phone down.

   I arrived about seven forty, suitably late but dressed to kill.  Or
dressed to fuck anyway.

   I had given a lot of thought to the method of the seduction.  Was I
going to play hard to get and hopefully be bowled over by his animal
magnetism?

   Should I play the tart in a mini-skirt with bulging boobs?

   Would that frighten him off?

   I decided it might and went for a happy medium, a knee length floaty
wrap over dress with stockings suspenders and no panties.  I didn't know
what it would do to him but I know it made me randy.

   As I imagined he was more interested in the signs I had been giving him
during the meeting than the food or drink or even me.  I needed to change
this.

   The restaurant was superb.  We sat along a wall, at an almost triangular
shaped table, perfectly made so that were sitting together but almost
facing each other.

   I decided to lay my cards on the table.  Well, almost all of them.

   'Look I like you an awful lot.  I hope we can get even closer.  I would
like to see a lot of you.' I fluttered my eyelashes a little.

   'I just think it is a little unfair that at a meeting before we came to
see you Arthur intimated that the company would be worth more like three
million.  They haven't really had a chance to fully evaluate it.  I don't
want to see you miss out.'

   I didn't think it was right to go into my long-term plans nor my
potential bonus.

   'You mustn't say anything about this, especially over the phone, I would
be sacked or maybe worse.  I would have nowhere to go.'

   A hint of a tear added emphasis!

   'After a favour like that you can always live with me.'

   I don't know whether he meant it but the trap was sprung.

   'Thank you.  You have already been very generous.  Look how lovely these
new shoes that you bought me look.'

   I dragged his eyes down to my feet.  He was not slow to see the stocking
tops as I raised my leg to show him the shoe.

   'Delightful,' he breathed.  'Are the stockings new as well?'

   'Well they are, but they do wash so I don't mind them getting sticky
with finger prints.'

   He was not slow to pick up the clue and ran his fingers slowly over the
nylon.  Not high enough to be daring but certainly a first move.

   The waiter interrupted us at that stage and for the rest of the meal I
concentrated more on verbal teasing.

   The meal ended and he was in a quandary.

   'Can I take you home or would you like to go on somewhere else.'

   This was obviously half an offer but still not an invitation to his
flat. I did not want him running out to the cab again.

   'Let us just sit at the bar and have another drink,' I said.

   In the bar he looked around for a table and started to steer me towards
it.  It was only small and towards the middle of the room.

   There were however two tall bar stools at the end of the bar, almost in
the corner.

   I nudged him towards them.

   'This way I can check out the barman.' I laughed.  I thought I would try
a little jealousy.

   This backfired as I saw a very buxom blonde serving the drinks.  Ah, at
last, a barman as well.

   I perched up on the stool and was able to show him a lot of leg, not
quite the stocking top but the night was still young.

   Over a bottle of Crystal he got bolder and bolder until eventually he
was standing almost between my knees and I was having a job to hold onto
the skirt so that it did not reveal quite all of me.

   'Oh, look at me,' I breathed.  'Sitting here like this you can see right
up to my panties I'll bet.'

   'Not quite,' he admitted.  'But your legs and stockings are lovely and
if your panties are anything like those stockings, they will be a treat to
behold.'

   I widened my legs to give him a little look and his eyes almost shot out
of his head.

   'What's the matter?  Oh no, I am not wearing any am I?' I squealed
trying vainly to close my legs around his thighs.  'They were still damp
drying out in the bathroom before I came out.  I am so ashamed.'

   I buried my head on his white linen jacket.

   He could afford to have it cleaned to remove the make-up.

   'I can't sit like this, perhaps you could take me home, or maybe your
place to get a coffee to sober me up.  I don't think I have any.'

   In retrospect that might have been too much of a lie but it worked.  In
no time flat we were in a cab heading back to his apartment.

   The silly bugger took my coat and started towards the kitchen to make
coffee.

   I decided that I had to take the lead.  He was obviously very shy.

   While he waited for the kettle to boil I reached up, held his head
between my hands, pulled him down and kissed him.  No big tongues just a
warm comfortable non-frightening promise.

   'I needed that,' I told him.  'I have been thinking of doing that all
evening.'

   'So have I,' he admitted and reached down to do it again.

   This time I gave him a flicker of tongue as encouragement and literally
felt him jump.

   I realised then that this was new to him.

   If kissing was new maybe this was all new.  How could I ask him if he
was a virgin?

   I pressed up against him and pulled him towards me, my hands on his
bottom.

   His arms firstly chastely around my waist were now beginning to explore
my bottom.

   I undid the buttons on his shirt and as he scrabbled to undo the cuffs I
dragged him into the lounge and threw him on the sofa.

   This was going to be difficult.  Would I scare him by taking off my
dress, especially as I was naked apart from my stockings and suspenders
underneath.

   I decided to save that for later and dropped between his knees onto the
floor.  I kissed his chest and started to undo his trousers.

   'I know a guy should provide this sort of thing but I have not got any,
you know, err....  protection.'

   How sweet.

   'That's okay,' I told him.  'Don't worry, I am on the pill.  In fact,
don't worry about anything just enjoy the experience.'

   'Look, I had better tell you I am new to this.  I've never had a real
girl-friend before.  I have kissed a lot of course.'

   Liar.

   'But I've never, you know, well, I've never....  that's all.'

   'Well I have, so just trust me and enjoy it.  I will.'

   I came back up to his level on the sofa and gave him another big kiss. I
moved his hand onto my breast and encouraged him to fondle it.  I undid the
first few buttons on my dress and encouraged him to put his hand directly
onto my titty.  I squirmed a little with enjoyment.

   As he played, I finished unzipping him and pulled out his cock.

   Still kissing madly without even seeing it I knew it was a great one.  A
good nine inches and I could hardly get my hand around it.

   I pushed him away, stood up and pulled off his trousers and underpants
with one sweep.  He naively tried to cover himself.

   'That's it, play with yourself while I undress,' I said as he snatched
his hands away.

   'I wasn't playing just sort of covering.'

   I kissed him again.  'Don't ever cover it from me,' I breathed.  'I love
it.  It is beautiful.'

   I stood and twirled slowly in front of him, slowly unbuttoning my dress.

   When I had unbuttoned it to the waist I slipped it off my arms to hang
around my waist.  My breasts came into view and I stood modestly holding
them while he gazed enraptured.

   I pushed them up and towards him, leaning over him like a lap-dancer.

   I pushed them in his face and allowed him to kiss and lick the nipples.

   I stood again and his eyes followed my hands as I undid the remaining
buttons.

   We both knew there were no panties there to cover anything.  His eyes
shone like a little boy in a sweet factory.

   I ripped it away, dropped it behind me and opened my legs.  My sparse
blonde pubic hair does nothing to cover my slit.  I could smell the
arousal. I was very damp.

   He just sat and absorbed.  His cock was jumping around of it's own
accord.  I knew he was going to come before he got inside me.

   I turned around and bent straight legged, to pick up my dress and put it
on a chair.  I have seen that view in my mirror, the bulging hairless lips
oozing moisture.

   I dropped to my knees fondled his balls and started to kiss his cock.

   'I am going to come,' he said.  'Ohhhhh.'

   I wrapped my lips around the end of his cock and sucked.  He was right,
he was coming.  In buckets.  He must have had half a pint of cream waiting
to unload.  I swallowed as much as I could.  I didn't want to break away
and fetch a cloth to clean up.  It was better to drink it.

   Who am I kidding I like it anyway.

   I lay and cuddled him until he recovered.  He was so obviously new to
all this that you could see he just wanted to dance around the room puffing
out his chest and sing 'You sexy thing,' or 'I'm too sexy for my shirt.'

   We now needed to start again.  I hardly needed to encourage him to get
erect again.  There he was ready to be counted.  I knew that there was much
less chance of a premature ejaculation now that he had come once.

   I dragged him off to the bedroom with a bottle of champagne that I just
happened to find in the fridge as I went by.

   I didn't necessarily want him to taste himself on my tongue.  He might
think it was strange or even unpleasant?

   The champagne would sort that out and I could think of a couple more
places that it would taste nice as well.

   He picked up a couple of glasses and bounded after me.

   We toasted each other and then started kissing again.  I guided his
mouth to my breasts, and felt his teeth graze my ribcage.

   I pushed him lower until his nose nuzzled into the thin patch of hair
above my pussy.  Uncut on front but neatly shaved elsewhere it hid nothing.
I could positively feel his excitement as he contemplated his first pussy.
I could smell myself.  My arousal was depositing a sticky moisture all
around my lips.

   I pushed his head that inch or two lower, deeper into me.  His nose
burrowed, his tongue quickly picked up a rhythm.  He was good.  This boy
was a natural.

   I was going to come.  I needed him to stop.  I was also worried about
him coming again too soon.  I wanted him inside me.

   I pulled him back by the ears and opened my legs wide.

   'Inside me.  Now.  Fuck me,' I heard myself say.

   I helped him to find my vagina.  I was very wet and he slid straight in.

   We both practically screamed with delight as he started to pump. 
Straight onto the fast strokes there was no time for finesse.

   I started to come just before him.  Perfectly timed as I then felt his
cock pulse and deliver another few ounces of spunk.  He rammed home again
and again until his cock started to shrink and we both lay out of breath,
smiling at each other in a romantic post-coital way.

   I reached for the champagne to toast us.

   'Perry that was magnificent.  You are a natural.  Ten out of ten.  No,
eleven.'

   'Thank you,' he said to me.  'You know you are the first for me.  I
never knew it would be like that.  I should have tried earlier.'

   'It won't always be like that.  Sometimes it will be better, sometimes
worse but always different and wonderful.' I breathed.

   He looked down at his cock and started to pump it back into life.

   I laughed and told him to leave it a minute, have a glass of champagne
and then we would have a shower.  That would bring it up again.

   It did.  Twice more that night.

   My plan was beginning to come together.



   Chapter 5

   Over a rushed cup of coffee in the morning I promised to return that
evening so that we would discuss his business sale.

   He really wasn't interested in it.  His brain was at this moment totally
driven by his cock.  He would have promised me anything to get back inside
my knickers.  He barely registered me telling him not to speak to my bank
again that day.  I would do some investigative work myself.

   As I rushed out of the door to get in the cab, I made him run through
his plans for the day.

   'Go out,' I said.  'Go shopping, have lunch out.  Do not answer your
home phone or your mobile in case we ring you.  I will meet you at six here
at your flat.'

   I hoped he had taken it all in and rushed home to have a shower and
change my clothes.  I am sure the taxi driver could smell that I had been
revelling in sex.  I was certainly still sticky from our breakfast tryst.

   But now I had to go into work as if nothing had changed.

   I rang from the flat to apologise that I was running a little late.  An
excuse about needing a plumber barely registered.  Had I told Arthur that I
had slept with Perry he would have been delighted but would have expected
an immediate result.

   No.  I must carry on as usual which probably meant getting licked out
under my tennis skirt as I was due to play squash.

   The morning dragged.

   I had done my usual posing but with a flimsy pair of knickers on.

   I had bent over his desk and he lightly reddened my arse with half a
dozen smacks on the bare for being a little late.

   I squirmed appropriately as he massaged between my legs but my mind was
really on getting a valuation of Perry's company.

   I went off to play squash and as I arrived at the court, there was Tony
coming off, just the man I wanted to see.  He was the techy who was working
with Arthur on the master plan for marketing the company.  This was my
chance.  I smiled at him and greeted him but kept walking.

   I heard him tell his partner that he would have a quick shower but
needed to eat lunch there in the gym restaurant.  He wouldn't be able to go
for a pint with him.  He had a busy afternoon he said.  That was the
meeting with Arthur I was sure.

   It was not difficult to fall badly after only a few moments and tell
Susie that I had sprained my ankle a bit.  I was sure I would be all right
and anyway there was my friend from the company in the restaurant who could
help me back if necessary.

   She was going to continue to knock up for a while and hope another
opponent came along.

   I limped back to the restaurant and threw myself on Tony's mercy.

   'Oh Tony, I am so pleased to see you.  I have hurt my ankle and think I
may need to get a cab back to the bank in due course.  Can you help me
please?  Look at this ankle,' I quickly went on.

   I lifted my leg up onto his knee and rolled the ankle over.  I knew he
would be more interested in my flimsy knickers than the ankle and so it
proved to be.

   Over the course of the next hour two or three times I pushed my leg up
and we closely examined anything we could see.  At least Tony did.  I had
to look away or close my eyes tight as he held the ankle and tried to move
it.  That way I knew he would spend more time looking at my sweaty little
quim than my neatly turned ankle.

   In the meantime I quizzed him about the valuation of the company.

   He was delighted to be able to show off his knowledge after warning me
not to mention any names or give any clues to the nature of the business in
public.  He quickly pointed out all the major problems.  Would Perry
continue to give consultancy time?  Could he improve the software in any
way?  Could he be trusted not to do the same thing elsewhere?

   He did think however that these were not insurmountable problems.

   He then started to talk about the potential.  Not only did they see the
current profit expanding dramatically as they advertised the site, they
also had plans to put the fees up.  There was also the possibility of
bringing in holidays as well as house rentals.

   All in all the cash flows were going to be enormous.

   The moment had come.

   'So Tony, what is it worth to us now.  What is the maximum that we would
go up to, to get the company?'

   'It must be worth at least ten million as it is now,' he said. 
'Possibly fifteen million.  Bu Arthur thinks we will get it for three
million.'

   Wow I thought.  Fifteen million.  I went into a little day dream and had
to cover my thoughts by once again lifting my ankle onto his knee.  I knew
that this way he would not be trying to read the reaction in my eyes.

   Mind you he might be reading my reaction in my knickers.  The idea of
all that money had acted like an erotic stimulus.  I started to get wet and
as usual my thoughts strayed to sex.

   Would Tony perhaps help me work off some energy?  No, I had second
thoughts.  I didn't want to get a bad reputation in the office.

   'This conversation has of course never happened.  I have been far too
indiscreet.  I wouldn't have discussed this with anyone but I know you are
working closely with Arthur and Peregrine to bring it on board.'

   'Of course,' I said wide-eyed and innocent.  'It will just encourage me
to get it in quicker.  After all, if we make money, I guess there might
even be a bonus in it?'

   'Oh absolutely.  But of course, just a small one.  The partners plough
most of the profits back into the business.'

   Shows you what he knew!!

   The afternoon passed in a blur.  I could not get my mind off the sum of
fifteen million and even another bottom slapping was hardly able to get my
mind off it.

   Arthur was in a funny mood.  He really gave my bum a good slapping,
ending up with half a dozen with his ruler.  This was quite unusual but
today it was going to play right into my hands.

   As soon as he left for the evening I closed up and rushed off to Perry
managing to arrive in tears.

   'Oh Perry.  It's that pervert Arthur Knowles.  He slapped my bottom
again.  Oh, I shouldn't really be telling you.  Perhaps I should go the HR
department.  I don't know what to do.'

   I coquettishly turned around and lifted the back of my skirt to show him
my bottom cheeks.  I lowered my see-through gauzy panties to my knees.

   'Is it all red?  Would you mind putting your cool hands on it to help it
cool down.'

   I could see his cock rising in his jogging pants.

   He put his hot little hands all over it before kissing the stripes
better.  I started to squirm with desire.

   'Oh Perry, fuck me quick.  Just laying your hands on me is enough to
turn me on.  Quick over the table here.' I dropped the knickers to my
ankles, flipped them off and spread my legs.  I instantly felt his cock
nosing my slit.  I moved to facilitate his entrance and screamed as he shot
it hard up me.

   'Yes, yes.  That's so good.  That more than makes up for the cruel
beating I have been given.  Yessss, squeeze my tits.  Pinch me.  Pull my
hair.  Ohhhhh.'

   I quickly orgasmed followed seconds later by Perry.

   He was so lovely my heart went out to him.  He brought me lotion to
soothe my bum, and cushions to sit on.  He cooked dinner and opened a
bottle of champagne just to make little old me feel better.

   We started to talk seriously.

   'That's it then.  I am never going to sell my company to them.  'He has
gone too far.'

   This was far too strong a reaction.

   'Oh no.  You might not get nearly as much from anyone else, but, we
really must make him pay up for it.' I spoke to one of the financial
whizz-kids today and they say it could be worth as much as fifteen million.

   You must ask for ten.'

   'We must ask for ten,' he said.  'You must have your share.  I only want
you to be happy.  In fact, I was going to wait until next week but this
seems the right opportunity.'

   He got down on one knee.  'Will you marry me?'

   I looked at him in amazement.  I know this is what I had been angling
for but so quick and well, yes, I think I do love him.

   'Oh Perry, are you sure?  Yes, yes of course I will if you are sure?'

   He swept me into his arms.

   'Of course I am sure.  I have never wanted so much in my whole life.  I
want to spend the rest of our lives together.

   It was time to make a bargain with him.  After all we had only gone out
together a couple of times.

   'Look, let us be practical,' I said.  'I do love you and I do want to
marry you, but we have only been out together a few times.  I also really
want to get even with that pig Arthur Knowles and I am in a position to
help you get a lot of money out of him.  I suggest we keep our engagement
quiet and try to get ten million out of him.  You get the first five
million, and we share equally anything we get more than that.  That way I
feel I will be bringing something into the marriage and not just relying on
you.  Also, I will wait for you to propose again on the sixth month
anniversary of today if you still want me.'

   'Of course I will, but I do understand about you wanting to bring
something equal into the marriage.  That's a deal.  I will sign a letter to
that effect immediately.'

   I accepted reluctantly, suggesting that I did trust him and really
didn't need a letter.

   But he did it anyway.  Within minutes I had in my possession one copy of
a letter agreeing the financial terms, all signed and dated.

   That left us the evening to rescue a burnt meal and make love again and
again.  It hardly crossed my mind at all that straight missionary position
sex was not going to be able to keep me sane in a marriage.  I had to teach
this dog some new tricks.

   I enjoyed going in to Arthur next day.  This was no time for the fancy
panty display.

   I walked straight in and said with a sob in my voice 'Oh Arthur.  I saw
Peregrine for a drink last night.  He is talking to someone else as well.
They have offered him about seven million I think.  They say the company is
worth fifteen million and they want Peregrine to stay on as Managing
Director with a large salary and a shareholding.  He will never take three
million.  I nearly rang you at home as it was such bad news, but I know
your wife doesn't like you being disturbed.'

   'Get Tony, Graham, Peter and Archie in here now.  I need to know what
this thing is really worth if we have to move fast.'

   I fussed around bringing them in coffees and later sandwiches.  I was
the perfect secretary merging into the background.  I didn't want Tony
remembering yesterday's conversation even if he himself had said that it
had never happened.

   I listened hard and heard and saw all sorts of cash-flows being built.
Numbers like fifteen and even twenty million were continually banded
around. Phone calls to advertising agencies to enquire about the costs of
running a large TV campaign were made and eventually about four o'clock as
I was serving yet another cup of coffee, I was asked to get Perry on the
phone.

   I could not help him here.  I hoped he would make the right decision.

   I was able to listen in from my desk to the call though.

   'Perry, how are you?  Arthur here.'

   'Fine thank you Arthur, very well indeed.  And your lovely wife?'

   I nearly sniggered down the phone.  Perry was enjoying this.

   'Yes.  Yes of course.  Fine, thank you.  I will come straight to the
point Peregrine.  I was a bit shocked to hear that you felt it was
necessary to talk to someone else about your little company.  I thought we
had an agreement that we would show you the very best price?'

   'Well I thought so too, Arthur.  That's why I was so surprised to get a
call out of the blue from The Intercontinental Bank, just around the corner
from you I believe, asking if I was interested in selling my business and
suggesting it may be worth seven million or more.  They wanted me to keep a
large amount of shares and stay on as Managing Director as well.  I am not
really sure that I am experienced enough for that, but seven million, I can
hardly not talk to them.  And by the way Arthur how come you valued it so
cheaply?'

   'That was bit of an error as it happens Peregrine.  It looks like the
fifteen year cash flow was built with that one point seven million figure
coming out every fifth year, but without accruing.  Whoops.  Look having
rejigged that figure I am sure that I could get my board up to eight
million.'

   'Well of course that does sound better,' said Perry smugly.  'But that
still doesn't take into account the Managing Directors salary and the large
shareholding.  But what am I saying?  That's silly.  That is very generous
of you Arthur.  I am sure I will be able to give you an answer in the next
day or two when I have had another chat with Brian at Intercontinental.  He
is another really fine chap.  A bit like yourself actually.'

   It was as much as I could do not to laugh.  I silently replaced the
handset without Arthur hearing me.  I guessed the meeting would be breaking
up soon.  I had chosen Intercontinental and Arthur's equivalent, Brian
James, from a file that we keep on our rivals.  I knew that they were
bitter rivals and that Arthur would never be able to ring them and check. I
just hoped he didn't think about a mole.

   Everything after that was an anticlimax.  Perry rang in next day to say
that he had been offered eight million, shares worth another two million
and a job at half a million a year for a five year contract.  Would we be
able to better that.  He did say again that, realistically he didn't feel
that he had the experience to run the whole company and in some ways he
would rather just take the money and leave.  I knew this suited Arthur
better as he had himself in line to be Chairman of the new board with Tony
under him as MD.

   They agreed on ten million up-front, with a payment of up to five
million more in stage payments if the valuation of the company proved to be
worth more than twenty million when the company was floated on the stock
exchange in no more than five years time.  Perry would also receive two
hundred and fifty thousand a year for two years to act as a software
consultant for twenty days a year.

   The papers were signed within the week.