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Marnie's New Position
Marnie's New Position
By
A. G. Thomas
I didn't understand why such would be but as I stood before the door I felt a shiver of dread ripple through me. Surely he wasn't going to fire me for one stupid little mistake. A sigh of resignation slipped from my pursed lips. Oh well best to get it over with and then get back to work I mumbled under my breath. Raising my hand I knocked lightly and at the muffled acknowledgment I turned the knob and entered.
As I stepped into Mr. Wankle's office he didn't even look up at me. God what a name, but it fits the fat ugly asshole to a tee I muttered under my breath. I could almost hear my knees knocking together as I moved to stand before his large desk. For a moment I thought of sitting down but then thought better of it. Two minutes and then five more passed in complete silence before together with raising his head and looking at me he said how long have you been working here Ms. Latterman? "It's Mrs. Latterman sir not Ms., and I've worked for the firm for nine months."
Was that a flash of anger I had seen flash across his face I wondered as he rose slowly almost menacingly from his chair. No it couldn't have been. A gentleman, no matter how grotesque wouldn't get angry because a married woman had proudly declared herself. Would he? Still a choked gasp issued from my quivering lips and I took an involuntary step backwards as he walked around his desk towards me.
A smile creased his thin lips as he leaned back against his desk crossing his arms over his chest. His look was such that I felt like the proverbial bug under a microscope as his beady eyes moved slowly down over my body. My skin crawled and a shiver as if from a cold wind caused my shoulders to quiver. Was he imagining what I looked like beneath my business suit? Or was his look meant to intimidate me. Well whichever the case he was definitely making me feel uncomfortable.
I wanted to blurt out the reason for my mistake but the words stuck in my throat as his beady watery eyes locked onto mine. Ice cold fingers gripped my heart as fear and panic welled up in me. He was going to fire me and it was all my stupid husbands fault not mine. Damn him! If his indifference to my screaming about him getting a job hadn't been uppermost in my mind I would have forwarded that contract instead of shredding it. For a fleeting second my eyes left his heavy jowled face moving down to his portly belly which was barely constrained by his shirt.
"Do you like your job MRS. Latterman?" His icy emphasis on the Mrs. made me wish that I hadn't corrected him. "I...." But before I could get out the rest of my answer he growled "I don't think that you do Mrs. Latterman. I don't think that you appreciate the responsibility nor the trust that we placed on your shoulders." I opened my mouth to tell him that I did appreciate the trust and responsibility that the company had placed on my shoulders but a wave of his meaty hand stopped my reply.
"I should have known better then to hire someone fresh out of collage. I should have foreseen that by doing so something such as this would happen. Do you have the minutest inkling of the damage, not to mention the lose of money that your incompetence has caused? Well do you?" I was on the verge of tears as I blurted out "Please don't fire me Mr. Wankle. Please. I need this job, my husband.... I'll.... I'll do anything to make things right Mr. Wankle. Please, please don't fire me." For several long minutes he simply looked at me while I for my part swiped at my eyes and then he chuckled.
"Anything Mrs. Latterman? I do believe that before you spout such words young lady you stop and think." Was he relenting I wondered? "I'll work over time Mr. Wankle. I'll even do the work of two people, and the money from each can go toward paying the company back for any money my incompetence caused. Please Mr. Wankle please. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it without question." A smile! He was smiling. I wouldn't have to go on welfare.
With the smile never leaving his face he pushed from his desk stepping to within a foot of me. "Very well Mrs. Latterman I'll give you one chance and one chance only to retain employment with the company. If you accept the olive branch that I hold out to you and if in so doing your performance is deemed noteworthy then I will guarantee your continued employment."
My head must have shook about like a bobble heads but at his next words I thought I was going to faint. "Good, I'm so glad that we understand each other. Now then would you be so kind as to get on your knees Mrs. Latterman." Surely I hadn't heard him correctly. Surely he hadn't just told me to drop to my knees I thought as I looked at him dumbstruck. When I didn't move he turned and without another word walked back behind his desk. Picking up the phone he told his secretary to inform Mr. Towers from personal that he wished to speak to him.
Without another look at me he said "Good day Mrs. Latterman. I prey that your next employment is more to your liking." A wail like that of a tortured soul burst from my lips as without thought and with tears blurring my eyes I rushed around his desk as he dropped down into his chair. Though I had never in all my twenty six years done as I knew Mr. Wankle wished for me to do I dropped to my knees before him and wiggled between his legs.
Reaching up to his huge potbelly I franticly struggled to loosen his belt all the while whimpering please Mr. Wankle, please don't fire me. Its just that you stunned me is all. Please don't fire me. I'll do as you asked and more I whimpered as with a sniffle I pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants. But even as my fingers closed about him and sought to pull him from his boxers he pushed me from him. "I don't think so Mrs. Latterman. I told you that you had one chance and one chance only. Now get the fuck out of my office and clean out your desk."
I couldn't loose this job. I just couldn't and not just because it gave me a substantial paycheck every week. I liked the job, I liked the people I worked with. Climbing back to my knees I shuffled forward between Mr. Wankle's legs and once more wormed my fingers into his boxers but again he pushed me from him. His mirth filled laughter as I again landed on my ass, my legs widely splayed and with my skirt nearly about my waist shamed me to my core but I was beyond caring.
As if possessed I lunged toward him grasping at his penis which I had manage to pull from his boxers as he had pushed me away. I knew that I was belittling myself, that I was stooping to the level of my high school friend Sandy who had slept with her math teacher just to get a passing grade, but I was beyond caring. With my hand tightly gripping Mr. Wankle's penis I wiggled between his legs. "Please Mr. Wankle please don't fire me" I whimpered while both preparing myself to again be rejected yet hurrying ahead
"I'll do anything you want Mr. Wankle. I know that I was wrong in hesitating when you gave me a way to correct my horrible mistake. Please just give me another chance to make it up to you. I'll suck your penis every day if you want me to. I'll suck it twice a day. I'll even..." For a heartbeat I paused as bile rolled in my stomach at what I was about to say. "I'll even let you fuck me if you want to Mr. Wankle. I'll be yours to enjoy whenever you wish. Please, please just give me another chance."
Hope swelled in my breast when instead of pushing me away he smiled down at me. Without hesitation I leaned forward planting a kiss on the spongy knob of his penis.
Like a child with an ice cream cone I licked over and around the knob of his penis before lapping and kissing down along its length. To my surprise I didn't find the taste of him repugnant. Not even when in my efforts to please him my tongue picked up the flavor of his cum which was dribbling from the slit at the tip of his penis. If anything I found the taste, the flavor of him almost intoxicating.
For a moment my brain floundered as it tried to come to terms with such strong feelings. Hadn't I always thought such an act was disgusting, even belittling. Hadn't I in the past not only repeatedly took offense to boyfriends as well as my husbands efforts to have me do such a thing. And yet.... And yet here I was willingly, eagerly, one might even say obsessive in my desire to perform such for this grotesque slovenly man.
"My balls bitch, don't forget my balls" he chuckled as my tongue repeatedly licked up, down and over the five inch length of his thick penis. Angling my head slightly my tongue trailed once more back down the length of his penis and over the wrinkly sac holding his testicles before taking first one then the other in turn into my mouth. His rapid breath and the squirming of his buttocks let me know that he was pleased with my performance as I alternated between sucking his testicles and licking up and around the length of his penis.
As I kissed, licked and sucked his penis he chided my choice of words as described his manhood. "Boys and faggots have penises cunt and I'm neither so call it what it is." Over the next several minutes as I slavishly paid homage to him he instructed me in the choice of words I was to use when pleasuring him. Cock, dick and prick were the most prevalent words that spewed from his mouth as concerned descriptives of his manhood, though he did giggle inanely that in this case perhaps salami might be better since I was chowing down.
A tap on the back of my bobbing head let me know that he'd had enough of my paying homage to his testicles and wanted me to concentrate on his cock. But even as my lips touched the bulbous head he pushed against my forehead again sending me back onto my buttocks. Even though I was confused as to why he had done such a thing I once more got on hands and knees and started to crawl back to him. His motioning for me to stop and stand though stilled my movement. Hesitantly I climbed to my feet and stood before him. Was he toying with me? Was he still going to fire me even though my supplication to him had been pleasurable?
Smiling at me he told me to strip. With but a heartbeats hesitation I unbuttoned and slid my jacket, blouse and lastly my skirt off. As I stood before him in but bra, panties and pantyhose he grimaced. "God I detest pantyhose! And what the fuck is a young woman like you doing wearing such ugly lingerie. Don't you have any pride cunt? Or do you wear such God ugly shit because now that your married you think you no longer have to dress to excite and arouse a man?"
I opened my mouth to tell him that my lingerie was no different then any other woman's but before the words had slipped out he reached into his desk and a second later I found myself looking down at the June 2007 edition of Playboy. "That you stupid fucking cunt is how a business woman should dress. No more pantyhose, no more ugly ass white bra and panties" he savagely hissed as I starred down at Kristine Lefebvre from the apprentice.
As I continued to stare he flipped the magazine open to the spread Playboy had done of the young woman saying "and your skirts better not be any longer then this either bitch. I want your skirts just long enough to cover the tops of your thigh highs, but not so short as to make you look like a whore.
When you sit down in front of me and cross your legs I want to see the tops of your stockings understand. Now get that shit your wearing off then come and sit on your masters lap!" Never taking my eyes from his face and with the words "my master" ringing in my ears I loosened and slipped my bra off before pushing my pantyhose and panties down my long legs. Straightening to my full five foot eight I stood silently for a moment letting him appraise me before slipping onto his lap.
I had enough sense to know that he didn't want me sitting across his lap and I was right. With my legs to either side of his and facing him he wasted no time in lowering his face to my 34C breast. Before his mouth closed over my right nipple he muttered "and trim that bush too bitch. Men want to see what their fucking. A micro second after he chuckled that he didn't like it bald but he didn't like a lot of hair either, a gasp ripped from my throat when his thin lips closed over my right nipple.
How long his lips and teeth teased and tortured each of my nipples in turn I'm not certain. All that is certain is that when he finally told me to put him in I did so without thinking about it. I was so aroused that it made no difference that he was my boss. Nor did it matter that he was an ugly and slovenly looking person that I had often laughed at behind his back. All that mattered was his four maybe five inch thick cock and when he pushed into me I came instantly.
Twice more over maybe the next ten minutes as he bucked up into me and with him grunting into my ear that he was my master; that I was his fuck toy with which to pleasure himself with whenever he so choose I climaxed. I don't know whether it was because my husband hadn't made love to me in weeks, or whether it was because of the sinfulness of what was happening but moments later when his hot spunk flooded my vagina together with a scream that was deadened by his thin lips covering mine I again climaxed.
As I collapsed atop him, my face buried in the crock of his throat whispered promises of him using me daily wormed their way through the mist surrounding my lust addled brain. Twenty minutes later dressed, albeit without bra, panties and pantyhose because he never wanted to see me in them again, I walked from his office. That evening after rushing home and after taking a bath as well as after preparing my husband something to eat I went shopping.
Four hours and several hundred dollars poorer I returned home. Again taking a bath I trimmed then lathered myself. Once finished I held a mirror between my legs making certain that but for the small arrowhead shaped patch of short hair pointing to my slit no other hair remained. Satisfied I climbed into bed and for the first time in a long time wasn't aware when my worthless husband finally lay down beside me.
The next morning dressed in the new suit I had purchased and after having dropped off my others to be altered and assured they would be ready by four I went into work. I was on pins and needles all day waiting for Mr. Wankle's call. But it wasn't until 2:30 that I saw him, and then it was only because he called an impromptu department head meeting.
Never the less when I sat down before him and the hem of my skirt slid up to reveal the two inch band of my thigh highs he smiled. Only once during the remainder of the week did he call me into his office. When I entered he was standing before the windows looking out over the city. Without turning around he said let me see and without hesitation I pushed my skirt from my hips and down my legs before unbuttoning my jacket and blouse. Pulling my jacket and blouse open I struck a pose very much like Kristine Lefebvre had on that Playboy cover.
Would he approve I wondered as I waited with baited breath for him to turn and look at me. I couldn't help but secretly smile at his fortuitous summons. The reason being that for the first time since I had bought my new clothes I was wearing the same black bra and panties with thin silver stripes that Kristine had worn on that playboy cover. As he turned he didn't so much as crack a smile, but the merriment dancing in his eyes was enough to let me know that he was pleased with me.
As he slowly walked toward and then stopped a foot in front of me I should have felt shame and disgust. Not just for having complied with his wishes as concerned my lingerie, but for so willingly even eagerly having exposed myself to the rotund ugly man, yet strangely I didn't. What I did feel under his scrutiny was the wave of heat that washed over me and a dampness between my legs.
"Well well...Seems my little pet took my suggestion to heart as concerns her choice of lingerie. I'm pleased, very pleased" he softly muttered. With a feather like touch his fingers traced lightly over and across my abdomen before moving down between my slightly parted legs. With his eyes boring into mine one of his fingers wormed beneath the leg band of my panties. My breath caught, my heart beat so hard I feared it would burst from my chest as his finger touched then slipped into me.
"Does my little slut like her master fingering her horny snatch. I tried to answer but the words wouldn't come so I simply nodded. I felt another finger slip into me, felt both wiggling, pushing, pumping into me and my body shivered in response. "Oh yes I can see that my little cock slut very much likes what her master is doing" he chuckled as my loins as if with a mind of their own pushed to meet his fingers. How I ever managed to hold my jacket and blouse open as together with him fingering me he painted lurid scenarios of me pleasuring his every wish, his every desire, his every command I'll never know.
I remember hearing a strange gasping voice pleading, begging her master to fuck her, to use her like the wanton slut she was but for the life of me I couldn't recognize it. Who was that woman? I remember soft laughter and hot breath against my ear. I remember words, disgusting, filthy, depraved words that might or might not have been the ramblings of my scrambled brains as my hips danced and pumped against the fingers sawing into my pussy.
Heat like that of a blast furnace threatened to consume me and my trembling legs felt as if they would betray me as my climax drew ever closer. Higher I soared when suddenly and without warning together with a garbled scream and nonsensical ramblings of supplication my brain exploded into a million brilliant flashes of blinding light.
When reality returned I was on the floor at Mr. Wankle's feet and he was smiling down at me. Before he turned and walked behind his desk he said same time tomorrow Mrs. Latterman. Without so much as giving me another glance he picked a sheaf of papers from his in box and began studying them. So it went for the next several days and though I always had powerful orgasms I remained needing, wanting. At home I tried to get my lazy ass husband to relieve my tension but he seemed oblivious or uncaring to my need. Even when I paraded before him in the skimpiest most revealing of my negligee's.
At work I was having trouble concentrating. All I could think about was Mr. Wankle and the fingers that he pushed into me daily. Which though somewhat satisfying still left me needing. More then once while sitting at my desk I awoke as if from a dream with my hand in my panties and lingering images of me succumbing not only to Mr. Wankle but faceless others. What was happening to me. What had, what was that grotesque fat man doing to me? This had to stop. I was a married woman, an unhappily married woman but a married woman never the less. Was my job worth this?
A week then another and yet another went by, and always it was the same. Mr. Wankle fingering me to almost mind bending orgasms as I with almost desperate pleas for him to fuck me spewed promises of obedience to his every wish and desire from my trembling lips.
It was on a Thursday when just as with every other day for the last three weeks that I went to him that things changed. "Ah gentlemen, here she is now just as I said she would be. Does she not look every bit as succulent as I said she would." What was going on? What was Mr. Wankle talking about I wondered as I starred at the two gentleman casually sitting on the couch in front of and off to the side of his large desk.
I could only stand and stare at them uncomprehendingly as while looking at me they agreed but with some reservation with Mr. Wankle. "Gentleman, gentleman! I assure you that Mrs. Latterman is all that I said she was and more. Mrs. Latterman if you would be so kind." Dragging my eyes from the two now smiling gentleman I looked into Mr. Wankle's beady watery eyes. It was at that instant that I knew what Mr. Wankle's intentions and plans as concerned me were.
His daily incantations and lurid depraved scenarios that he had so vividly painted while fingering me to mind shattering orgasms were all for this. Yes I was his sex toy, his wanton slut, but it was not him that I was meant to pleasure. It was these and others like them that Mr. Wankle had in mind when for days, for weeks on end he had toyed with me. With an almost imperceptible twitch of my shoulders I turned to face the two men.
Slowly I slipped my jacket from my shoulders letting it pool useless and forgotten at my feet. Just as slowly, but now with a smile on my face, I loosened the buttons of my blouse then it too joined my jacket at my feet. With hardly a pause my fingers unzipped my skirt and shimmied it from my hips and down my legs. At a motion from one of the men I stepped from my skirt and walked to and stood hardly a foot from them.
I offered no resistance as the one on my right pulled me down between them. For the next several minutes as one kissed and squeezed my breast through my bra the other pushed his hand beneath my legs and against my panties then they changed position.
When it was that my hands had dropped to the mens crotches, had unzipped then slipped into their pants I couldn't remember. But as my fingers closed about and tugged to free each cock from its confinement a heady thrill shot through my brain. I felt my bra being unfastened and pulled from me but it was the fingers that had wormed beneath the leg band of my panties which drew my attention and a moan.
My head lolled back and for a second my brain cleared only to just as quickly fog over when each took a nipple between his teeth teasing and nibbling them till they ached. I couldn't think only feel as with their mouths upon my breast each took hold of one of my legs splaying them apart. What seemed like only a breath later while the one on my right continued to suckle my breast the one to my left slipped down between my legs tugging my panties from my hips and down my legs.
A moan burst from my mouth and my pelvis jumped to met the tongue which slathered and probed my slit. Continuous simpering yeses issued from my lips and my hands rose then fell to the head between my legs pulling the face tighter to me even as my pelvis twisted and ground to met it. Dimly as if from a great distance I heard mocking laughter and voices but I didn't care. I felt myself falling, felt myself being twisted, turned face down then my hips being jerked up and back.
My mouth opened to admit a gurgling gasp but it never came as less then a heartbeat after the cock drove into the bubbling cauldron between my legs another pushed past my lips and into my mouth. I wanted to caress the thighs, squeeze the buttocks of the man whom I was sucking but the man behind me was using my arms like reins as he drove powerfully and deeply into me. My mind was screaming with the joy, the pleasure of finally having a cock thrusting into my after untold weeks of abstinence.
A minute, ten minutes, an hour later a gravely gasping voice telling me, commanding me to swallow. My taste buds came alive as my tongue slathering against the underside of his cock encouraged him to fill my mouth, my belly with his spunk and he rewarded me for my efforts. My throat opened welcoming his hot thick salty discharge and like a traveler upon the desert I greedily drank my fill.
Before his last weak spurt splashed over my tongue and trickled down my throat the hands of the one behind me released my arms and gripped my thin waist. As my head fell the the arm of the couch the one behind me jerked me backwards while at the same time thrusting into and holding himself to me. A woman's pleading wail for him to fill her cunt, her womb with his jazz almost burst my ears. Was that me? It had to of been for their wasn't another woman in Mr. Wankle's office. Was there?
Gasping breaths as if I were hyperventilating filled my ears almost but not quite drowning out Mr. Wankle's chuckling voice. "Didn't I promise you the hottest piece of ass if you'd sign with my firm. Was I right gentlemen or was I right." Incomprehensible voices that I didn't even try to understand swirled about me as I weakly pleaded for someone, anyone to fuck me. Laughter and then Mr. Wankle's mirth filled chuckle. "I'm sure that Mrs. Latterman would love nothing better then to spend the weekend in your hotel room."
More mumbling that I couldn't begin to understand followed by laughter. "Fuck her husband. I'll give the stupid prick a call don't worry. Just make sure you don't damage the merchandise and that she's back at her desk come Monday morning." I don't remember getting dressed or leaving the company offices, but I do remember riding in a cab and the almost continuous shivers as fingers and lips played, teased and toyed with me. As for the next three days well they were a blur but for the repeated mind numbing orgasms.
Days later I awoke alone and in the middle of a rumpled bed. My body felt sore and stiff but yet strangely with a warm glow encompassing me. At first I didn't remember where I was and then it all came flooding back to me. Swinging my feet off the bed I walked on rubbery legs to the bathroom. After a long shower I went in search of my clothes. I found my jacket, blouse and skirt hanging in the closet looking as if they had just come from the dry cleaners. Conspicuously absent though was my lingerie.
Just like a man I thought. Have a ladies suit cleaned but keep her lingerie as a souvenir. How sick is that. Oh well a quick stop at the house then into work I muttered as with clothes in hand I turned back to the bed. It was then that I noticed the letter size envelope leaning against the lamp. Dropping my clothes on the bed I picked the envelope up. Inside were twenty, one hundred dollar bills.
Well it's official I silently muttered. I'm a whore. A high price whore, but a whore never the less. For a moment I thought about going into work minus lingerie and wearing the same business suit that I had worn on Thursday but a heartbeat later decided against it. Mr. Wankle had a thing for frilly lingerie and if today was like every other day for the last three weeks he would expect to see me properly attired. High price whore or not.
When I arrived at work an hour late it was to an empty office. What.... But before I could scream out the rest my secretary came rushing up to me qushing like an excited school girl. Something which by the way she hadn't been for better then twenty plus years. Oh Mrs. Latterman your new office is just beautiful and oh so spacious. Why didn't you tell me that you had been promoted to Vice President of Sales. Oh that's right, you very well couldn't could you. Especially since you were at a business meeting with some very important clients Friday.
With her still jabbering excitedly about my new position I followed behind her toward my new office. Her profound thank yous for her huge raise hardly registered. How could it? My mind was heady with her previous nonchalant announcement that she had set aside three hours that afternoon for my meeting with Mr. Wankle and the seven man sales staff.
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