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The News Business
by Caesar (1991)
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When an Amazonian news reporter discovers that she is
about to be replaced with a newer version, she decides
to convince her boss otherwise. (MF, work)
***
Everyone knew!
Mary Norman just finished anchoring the six o'clock
news hour with her co-host, John McMillian, and sat
alone in her change room. And cried! What could she do?
Everyone politely ignored her, people whispered behind
her back, and her make-up girl asked if the rumors were
true. After a little checking around, she discovered
they were - the local network decided to replace her
with another girl, a twenty year old girl! In a fit of
rage, she had thrown her make-up girl out of her room,
accomplished the news hour, then returned here to feel
sorry for herself.
If there was one thing she didn't have the right to do,
it was feel sorry for herself. At sixteen she won her
first local beauty contest. At nineteen she graduated
from community college, started to work in TV from the
very beginning, landed an anchor spot when she was
twenty four, married a wonderful man at twenty-two,
with two kids within the next four years, plus ten
wonderful years working at her job. It didn't matter if
she couldn't pick news stories from crap, only that she
could deliver the news the way the viewers wanted. She
was the local favorite.
Mary studied herself in the wall-sized mirror. The
wrinkles had begun at twenty-seven, the small bags
under the eyes three years later. With make-up, her
aging had practically ceased. But the past year, it
took more and more work to keep her youthful
appearance. Not to say she wasn't beautiful any longer
- she was!
She was tall, five-eleven, with long legs and a thin
waist that she still enjoyed showing off. She had begun
to style her hair about five years ago, until it was a
now large blond mane. Her breasts were even better than
when she was sixteen; they were bigger and firmer
(after her last child she had implants). She pretended
to hate the jokes or names that the crew called her,
like "tall Amazon," "leggy blond," "hot model," "sexy,"
"beautiful," "hot," and even "dream goddess." She loved
them all.
Mary was very vain, that much should be clear by now.
Her whole life was build around the way she looked, her
legs and "cute" face being her best assets. Of course
she never thought she would always work as an
anchorwoman, but she never planed or anticipated the
inevitable.
The more she looked within the madder she became, at
her boss, the show's producer, and definitely at the
station manager.
"How can they do this?" She turned her head side-to-
side studying herself, drying her tears away. "The city
loves me!" She noticed a wrinkle in her make-up near
her eyes. "It's that prick Chuck - likes his reporters
young and stupid. With me he had beautiful and smart.
He probably was scared shitless!"
During this time of self-pity the thought of her
wonderful husband or their two darling daughters never
even crossed her mind; so self-centered was she that
all she thought of was herself.
Mary finished cleaning the make-up from her face,
working fast and without looking into the mirror. Then
she applied the normal, everyday make-up she used.
Satisfied, she studied the reflection in the mirror.
"There has to be a way to make Chuck realize I'm still
a young, valuable member to the news team!" she asked
herself in the mirror. "I'll just go and see the little
prick right now!" She surprised herself when she said
it. She intended to have a battle with the station
manager.
She slammed the door to his office behind her, his
secretary unable to stop her. Mary came over and placed
both fists onto the top of his desk, bending over, and
ready for anything.
"Yes, Mary?" He sounded bored.
"Is it true Chuck? You're hiring some young bimbo to
replace me?" she practically yelled.
Behind her the secretary opened the door to check with
her boss; he waved her away.
"You're being replaced, Mary. But I wouldn't call her a
bimbo." He opened a file on his desk and spun an eight-
by-twelve photo around. "She's more experienced than
you."
Mary looked down into the blue eyes of the blond
beauty. She was very beautiful with an intelligent, yet
innocent, face. Mary exploded and grabbed the picture,
tore it down the centre and threw it back at her boss.
Then she collapsed into the chair, convincing herself
not to cry - it would only prove that she was a weak
woman.
Chuck sat motionless while his anchorwoman had her
little tantrum. He was an experienced people-person and
didn't want to give her any fuel to keep her fires
burning. While she caught her breath he noticed her
shapely thighs, for her mini-skirt had ridden up
slightly, giving him a peek at her panties. He tore his
eyes away, feeling very unprofessional, yet his eyes
came in contact with her round firm breasts. He turned
his chair around to look out the window and not stare
at the woman's body.
Mary was trying to figure out her next argument. There
were too many to list, but she caught his eyes glaring
at her crotch then rising up to her chest. She noticed
the familiar admiration and desire in his eyes, and
realized her boss was just a man. And since puberty she
had always known how to manipulate men.
With a more civil voice, "Chuck, perhaps we could make
a spot for her on the weekend news, or the twelve
o'clock spot?" He spun back around, staring right into
her eyes. Mary slowly crossed her legs, seeing him
glimpse quickly down at the sound of silk rubbing. She
knew that she could control him, but wondered how much
it would cost. "I'm not arguing her credentials, but
just asking why the decision to replace me?" She ran
her tongue over her lips slowly, and struck a pose -
shoulders back, legs crossed, her skirt almost at the
junction where her legs and waist met, one hand on her
thigh, the other against her stomach pressing her
blouse inward, her head back and her eyes and mouth
gentle but attentive.
"The decision wasn't mine, Mary, but my father's. But"
- he openly stared down at her breasts - "I'll talk to
him."
At that moment, she knew she couldn't just flash him
some thigh and then get whatever she wanted. She looked
at her boss, seeing the small overweight man she always
ignored. She couldn't stand unattractive people. She
wondered if she had to sleep with him to get her own
way, and wondered if she could.
She uncrossed her legs, and opened the knees ever so
slightly, knowing her pantied crotch could be seen,
testing him. Chuck glanced quickly down at her white-
pantied pussy, then guiltily returned to her eyes.
"Were you planning on firing me, or just letting me
host a kids' show Saturday mornings?" She cursed
herself, she had to control her anger. "I'm sorry,
Chuck. Perhaps we can work something out?" She
pretended shyness, looking down at the floor, knowing
he would be able to look upon her uncovered upper thigh
unhindered.
"That's always a possibility, Mary. What do you have in
mind?" She could almost feel his eyes on her covered
sex mound.
Chuck stared directly at Mary's upper thighs and at her
crotch. He was excited, his penis hard in his pants. It
was not the first time a woman tried to seduce him to
get a job, but it was the first time a woman did it to
keep a job. He felt sorry for Mary's husband.
"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps a personal service
contract?" She tried to sound sad, but he could hear
the anger and bare control in her voice. He was
perfectly aware that she was trying to manipulate him.
"You mean, the station would control you for whatever
they wanted?"
He asked playing dumb, wanting her to say it.
Timidly she replied, "No, *you*!" She looked back up
into his eyes.
After a long pause, Chuck said, "Are you trying to
seduce me, Mary?"
She wondered how anyone could be so stupid. But
controlled herself. "Yes! If that's what you want?"
Shyly she smiled at him, wondering what having sex with
this blob would be like.
A smile of triumph came to his lips as he ordered,
"Spread your legs wider." Slightly surprised, she did,
letting him have a perfect view of her silk-covered
mound. A shiver ran through her as she watched his
vision hungrily taking the sights she gave him.
Openly Chuck studied her long legs, her strong shapely
thighs, and of course her crotch. "Stand up and take
your clothes off." was his second order.
Surprised that he was being assertive, she complied.
Mary stood up, and began to disrobe. The honey of the
network was determined to keep her job, whatever it
took! She reached under her skirt and pushed down her
silk nylons. After kicking them over into the corner
she began to undo the buttons of her white blouse. He
studied every movement, every inch that became
revealed, his hungry eyes taking it all in. She pushed
the expensive fabric off her shoulders, allowing it to
fall to her feet. Then, with only one zip, her skirt
also fell to her feet.
Before she could continue with only her undergarments
on, Chuck ordered, "Come here!" He waved towards him,
around the big desk. She walked seductively around the
mahogany desk and saw that he wanted her to sit on his
lap facing him, her thighs straddling his. "So, let me
get this right," he said after she sat down on him, his
face barely an inch away from her bra- covered breasts,
his hands already cupping a naked buttock in each hand.
"If you stay as the anchorwoman, you'll be my little
sex toy?" Using her work smile, the one that made her
the darling of the city, she nodded then bent forward
to kiss his chubby face and lips.
Another shiver ran through her as his tongue forced
itself into her mouth, exploring hers. His hands were
playing with the g-string of her panties, pulling them
painfully up her crack.
"Say it!" He ordered, his eyes piercing into hers,
waiting.
Seductively she said, "I'll be your little sex toy,
Chuck." She kissed him gently, "Only yours!"
He smiled. "Take your bra off!"
Her hands reached around and quickly undid the hook.
She allowed the lace bra to fall off her shoulders. He
studied her perfect breasts, his hands coming off her
ass to play with a breast in each. He felt the
firmness, pressed them together, pinched the nipples,
shook them before bending over, sucking on one, then
the other nipple, her hands maternally holding his
head, letting out a pleasing moan to let him know she
felt good.
He spoke into her chest, between nipples, "What exactly
are you willing to do?"
She whispered, "Anything you want!"
"Like...?"
"Well...anytime you want to have a private meeting..."
He interrupted her. "No, I mean would you suck my
cock?" His eyes looked up from between her breasts.
She would do it, only actually saying it bothered her.
"Of course, Chuck! Anytime..."
He seemed to be getting anxious. "And swallow every
drop?"
The thought revolted her. "I'll even lick every inch of
you clean!" She would too, just to keep her job. Though
she would never let her own husband cum in her mouth,
she would let this short fat dump of a man. Her values
were showing through.
Chuck's face came back up to hers, their lips smacking
together as they kissed passionately and hard. He stuck
his tongue into her mouth, and she began to suck on it,
as if it was the cock they had been talking about. Up
and down, her head bobbed on his tongue.
Mary could feel the hard bulge on the underside of her
thigh and against her groin. She humped up against it,
trying to stimulate him. She wanted to make this
"session" go quickly, so she would do anything to
finish him. Chuck's fingers returned to her asscheeks,
one finger even playing with the hard little muscle of
her anus. Mary tried to cover up the enviable shiver.
He pulled his tongue back into his mouth. "Well, my
little slut..."
Mary hid her hate of this man and that word he used
about her. ."..time to show me how much you want to
keep your job. On your knees, my little toy!" He gave
her a push.
Chuck had to hide a laugh as he watched the very pretty
face when her hands pulled his hardened cock out of his
pants. She covered very quickly, then smiled up at him,
but he wasn't fooled. The bitch had always despised
him, for what he had no idea, but she never gave him a
side-glance. Now she was going to pay for that mistake,
in spades.
Both his hands encircled her head and pulled it towards
his throbbing member. Mary's mouth opened and the cock
slipped past her red-tinted lips. A very erotic sight.
He kept pulling until he felt her nose against his
large stomach. A gag escaped her lips, though there
wasn't much room. She controlled the natural gagging
motion and began to suck on him, her tongue running on
the underside of his cock. Chuck loosened his hold and
let her pull up, and after a quick second, she
descended down onto his lap again.
"God, that feels good, Mary!" He meant it - she was
quite an experienced cocksucker.
And of course this boosted Mary's esteem, causing her
to work harder on pleasing him. The better she did the
shorter this "torture" would end, she thought. She had
measured the hard penis while it was in her hand. It
was larger than her husband's, half-an-inch longer and
almost twice as thick. She cursed God for allowing this
little troll to have such a magnificent cock when her
handsome husband wasn't as well endowed.
During the blowjob, she kept her eyes closed and
concentrated on only the penis, not who it belonged to.
She was not sure how long she worked on it, but it
seemed like a very long time. Mary hoped the dwarf
wouldn't want to cum in her mouth. It caused her horror
just to think of it. Up until the time her hand
measured the cock, Mary had been unexcited; now the
gorgeous cock was getting her vagina a little wet. It
would cause her to be very excited, if only she didn't
have to fight the idea of who it belonged to.
The first indication that his cock was about to explode
was his hands descending again around her head, messing
her hair. The next was the fact it gotten harder, if
possible, and then a little larger just before it
exploded.
The cum shot against the back of her throat, and she
could feel it trickle down into her stomach. As she
expected he forced her mouth down until it encircled
the whole cock, but after his first shot, he quickly
yanked her hair and head off his cock. The next shot
hit her half-open mouth, the next her cheek. He pulled
her head back against him, rubbing his slowly softening
cock along her wet cheek and closed eyes.
Slowly the jerking subsided, and the flow of sperm
stopped. Mary was extremely revolted. Just the thought
and feel of that sperm rubbing along her soft white
skin of her beautiful face caused her to almost throw
up.
"Oh god, that was good! I'm starting to think you may
be a valuable asset to this station." His hands had let
go of her head, and she looked up into his face,
smiling her award-winning smile while the sperm coated
at least half her face.
Chuck's finger rubbed along her cheek, then pushed into
her mouth. Amused he watched as she hid a gag then
tried to seductively suck it clean before he repeated
the sequence.
Almost tenderly, he said, "Lick me clean, Mary. Then
I'm going to fuck you good and hard."
Slowly her head descended and her tongue stuck out of
her mouth. She lapped along his semi-hard cock,
cleaning the sperm and spittle from its uneven surface.
She swallowed hard, after sucking her tongue clean
between licks.
Chuck lifted the gorgeous thirty-four year old up by
her arms and held her. She stood still, waiting for his
command. His eyes descended down her attractive body,
then zeroed in on her white silk panties. He could see
the dark mark where her juices had stained the virgin
white surface.
He ran a finger along the length of the soft material,
feeling the coarse hair beneath the fabric's surface,
and under that a slimy softness. He pushed the fabric
past the hair and into the gully of her pussy lips. A
shiver ran through her when he poked at a hard little
bud of her clitoris.
His hands guided her body to his desk; she bent over
the big wooden table, her ass not two feet from where
he had been sitting. He commanded, "Arch your back,
slut!" She did as commanded, while realizing she could
feel his warm breath on her left cheek. His fingers
tugged at the gee-string, pulling it past her hips,
then down past her ass and to her mid- thighs, where he
left it. His hands again played with her generous but
shapely asscheeks.
Chuck could see her dark crack descending between her
thighs, and when he pulled her cheeks apart, he could
see her puckered little anus, and lower, her hairy
brown bush with only a little pink visible.
"Spread your legs wider, fuck toy!" She complied,
knowing the end was in sight. After he fucked her, he
would give her job back to her, and let her go home.
She knew after a new contract she wouldn't have to let
this little troll fuck her ever again. A picture of her
husband flashed into her head, and she knew she was
doing this for him.
She was wrong.
She spread her legs until the mid-thigh panties
hindered her; she arched her back out knowing he was
getting an eyeful, thinking, 'You'd better enjoy it -
it'll be the last time you have such a gorgeous woman
to fuck.'
A thick, chubby finger pressed against her anus. Mary
almost screamed out, but bit her lip. Would the dwarf
sodomize her? Of course she would let him, but the
"forbidden" act scared her. His finger ran down to her
flowered-open cunt lips. He pushed inwards, his finger
slowly disappearing into her warm wet grotto of love.
This time she bit her lip from the pleasure of his
digit inside her aching cunt, wondering how she could
get excited from this hideous monster.
"Hold your asscheeks apart, slave!" Slowly she did,
hating the vulnerable position she was in.
The chair behind her squeaked, and she could sense him
standing behind her. Chuck's finger pulled out of her
loose wet cunt and his cock entered her. Fast and hard.
She couldn't hold back the scream this time.
The office door opened and the plain secretary was
standing there, mouth open and eyes glued to the scene
behind her boss' desk. Chuck smiled at her, then waved
her away, amused at her startled and questioning look.
Mary was horrified - someone knew! She didn't have time
to contemplate the fact that someone had seen her half
lying on her boss' desk, naked, with her own hands
holding her asscheeks apart, and her boss' stomach
pressed against those same asscheeks.
The reason was that Chuck began to fuck Mary, hard and
fast. Her cunt was making squishing, popping noises
while the sound of his front hitting her cunt and ass
reverberated around the room. His long, wide cock
filled her up like none other. She hated it, and loved
it at the same time.
Chuck felt great. Here he was, fucking the anchorwoman
over his desk, the same one that always looked upon him
with disdain. She was making noises like she was indeed
enjoying herself, not just pretending. But Chuck wanted
to make her pay, he wanted to let her know she was
being degraded.
Mary felt the first smack on her bottom as the sharp
pain ran up her spine. Chuck began to spank her shapely
behind, alternating between cheeks. She wiggled her
ass, screamed for him to stop, and promised him an
eternity of sex. But he didn't stop, only laughed - an
insane, enjoyable laugh. Again and again, he spanked
her round bottom, getting great enjoyment from the act.
His lunges got faster, harder, more determined.
Mary realized her voice could be heard outside the
door, and the secretary would be listening to the
animal sex sounds inside the office. Would the woman
tell anyone? As long as Mary kept her job, nothing else
mattered.
Chuck stopped spanking her, and ceased his lunging. The
both of them caught their breath. When he was about to
renew his fucking of her wet gash, a finger slid down
her sweaty ass crack to her anus. There it entered her
quickly and sharply, not caring for her discomfort.
Again, Mary was made to yell out in pain. The finger
pulled out and entered her again and again, in time to
his thick cock in her pussy.
It was perverse and degrading, but the not-so-young
anchorwoman was enjoying herself. She hadn't realized
it until she felt the familiar itching of her crotch,
but an orgasm was building. Of course she didn't stop
screaming or trying to crawl across the desk - she had
to convince her boss that he was harming her, it wasn't
seemly for a lady to be in such a position and to enjoy
it. But she soon lost control of herself.
The screams of pain and pleading turned to passion. She
ground herself against his ample stomach on every
downthrust, enjoying the feel of his hairy stomach
against her now-tender asscheeks. She could feel his
balls slamming the underside of her crotch in time to
his thrusts. Even his violating finger was enjoyable,
and brought a new sensation upon a never-before-
experienced nerve.
Chuck loved it! With his free hand he reached up,
grabbed at her messy mane of fake blond hair, and
pulled. This caused her back to arch even more, her ass
to get rounder and the channel of her cunt to be
smoother, and Mary moaned out her pleasure at the new
position.
Words escaped his mouth, "Ride me, bitch!...Wet
cunt...show me how much this job means to you!," among
other things.
While Mary moaned and screamed out, "Yes! Thick cock...
finish me... God, please... fuck me... yes!" Of course,
many of the words couldn't be used on the air.
Surprising to both, Mary was the first to cum, her
orgasm shaking the heavy wooden desk and almost
dislodging her partner. Outside the accompanying scream
of pleasure could be heard clearly by the embarrassed
secretary.
Before Mary even stopped shaking, Chuck began to shoot
his sperm into the anchorwoman, violating her with his
life-giving juices a second time. He pushed his finger
into her mouth, reaching around her body. She sucked on
it hungrily, not knowing it was the same that had been
in her asshole.
When finally Chuck pulled out his considerably smaller
cock from the slimy wet hole and fell back to his
chair, Mary fell to her knees in front of him. Quickly
taking his cock into her mouth, she cleaned him
expertly with tongue and lips, almost with a love that
had not been present several moments before. She
worshipped the swiftly softening penis, the object that
had caused her a surprising amount of pleasure,
surprising since she had never liked the taste of her
own juices or even sperm before.
Only when Chuck's cock was clean did Mary take her head
off his lap and leaned in on a beefy trouser-covered
leg, eyes looking up into his. "Well, darling?" He
didn't say anything, just sat with his head back,
resting. "Is it a deal?"
He finally moved, slowly and resistant, as if not
wanting to be interrupted. "I will talk to my father,
and I'm sure he'll see things my way!" He pushed her
head off his lap and zipped up his pants.
Mary was very happy. She had won! Chuck would let her
keep her job, doing what she knew only she could do,
and if she had to sleep with him again, that wouldn't
be so bad. He wasn't as bad as she had originally
thought! Her orgasm was certainly proof of that, rare
as they were.
As she dressed, using her still-moist panties to wipe
her face and inner thighs clean, she tried to still be
seductive, hoping to again catch his eye, letting him
now she was now available. She would of course need a
quick trip to her dressing room to clean up. When
finally she was dressed and fairly presentably she
turned to the relaxing man, happy she pleased him, and
was about to speak.
He interrupted. "If only the audience could see you
now, hum?"
She laughed, knowing that she still needed much work to
look as she always did to the viewers every night, but
took it as a compliment.
"As we agreed, you would continue to work at this
studio, and as my personal assistant. Here, sign
this..." He pushed a prepared sheet towards her.
Her old temper began to flare. He had already made the
decision to keep her on, but let her lower herself to
desperate acts while he already had a contract written
out. Then she realized that most men couldn't possibly
control themselves with an attractive seductive woman
like herself, offering them a chance at her. Without
really looking at the writing she signed the paper,
then bent over the desk to deeply kiss her boss, now
lover.
Mary was almost out the door when Chuck again spoke up.
"See you tomorrow, in studio six."
She spun around. That was the daytime talk show studio!
Was he just playing games with her? She saw his
malicious smile of triumph.
"You'll be the new host of our home show, and of course
you'll have to move your stuff out of the newsroom by
tomorrow." A tear began in her eye. "Now get the fuck
out of my office!" he shouted, standing up.
Her whole body was frozen. She hadn't won after all. He
only used her to get whatever he wanted. She would be
the host of some mindless housewife show after ten
years as the host of this city's best news hour. A glob
of sperm and vaginal juice slid out of her uncovered
cunt and down the insides of her thighs, reminding her
of what had happened earlier. Mary felt very sorry for
herself. She didn't think about her kids or her
husband, only about her own selfish needs.
She spoke up, afraid for the first time of the short
fat man on the other side of the room. "What about our
deal... the personal contract?" She had earlier hoped
that it would have been enough to convince her boss,
but she doubted it now.
He laughed, "You're still a good-looking woman Mary,
but you're getting old. And besides the new girl
replacing you is much more convincing!"
Mary left his office, his laughter still echoing in her
ears. The secretary watched nervously out the corner of
her eye, slight amusement hidden on her face. The ex-
anchorwoman ran to her car and drove quickly home.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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