Anneja lifted her glasses from her nose and, reacing up with her hand massaged the bridge. She was tired. It had been a long day, but she had finished the contract.

She was omly 34 but she was a high fliyer in the investment house, by whom she was employed. Mind you. she had to prove that she was better than the men, even though their figures said she was. So she had let the managenent take advantage of her.

Afer all why did she let them do it except to gain promotion. She remembered her first boss who had told that her figures were the best, but to get promotion she had to be nice to him. @

It had been a hard road, because once she had outstripped those that had previously been her boss, jealousy reared its ugly head and to protect herself from the backbiting, and unfaIr accusations, she had had to ensure that she had the protection of her superiors. Even now she knew that all the men were waiting for her to make a mistake, and fall from grace. She was in a position of some power herelf now, and she was hoping that she would, perhaps, be headhunted by one of their competitors, so that she could start with a clean sheet.

As it was at the moment, she lived for her work, and had very little time to play. She usually worked a 13 or14 hour day, Mondays to Fridays, and sometimes even Saturdays. Even when she had the weekends free she was too tired to expend energy on enjoying herself, and would mooch around her house, pottering about and wondering why, when she had done so little, that the time had gone so fast.

She had an almost zero social life, and had not been out with a man other than as part of her job for years, and as to having a love life, she could forget it.

'Yes,' she thought bitterly 'I am the perfect example of the girl that has sacrificed everything to my career.'

She hadn't had a man making love to her since just after she started here after leaving university. He had been her steady, at college and they had explored the delights of each other's bodies, learning and teaching how to give and recieve the pleasure that comes with lovemaking. It hadn't lasted long after she had started work. She became a slave to ambition and, much as she wanted him, she either did not have the time, or was too tired. They drifted apart slowly, and what hurt most of all was that he had married one of her best friends.

Putting her glasses back on, she stood up and put the papers on which she had been working, into her drawer and locked it. Time for home, a shower, a chinese take-away, a bottle of wine and bed.

Standing there, one realised that she was taller than she looked seated. One would also say that she was pretty rather than beautiful, with her long brown/blonde hair down to her shoulders. She would never tread the catwalk as a model to top designers, having those few extra pounds that gave her a rubenesque figure. At that moment with the jacket of her pinstriped suit off, the low cut blouse showed off the cleft between her large breasts, which because they were held close together only gave a hint of the deep valley which lay there when they were free. Although she had those few extra pounds, she still had a figure that went in and out in the right places, and gave her face a rather appealing babyish look, which may have been why she was so good at her job. Her legs encased in black were shapely, and they together with her thighs gave an hint of strength. In fact, all round, although not beautiful in what was the accepted media sense, she was very attractive indeed.

Locking in the other drawer, she stepped out from behind the desk, and was about to get her jacket, when the door to her office opened, and the chief executive entered.

'Have you got a few minutes Anneja?' he asked, which she knew was purely rhetorical.

'I was just----'

Her voice trailed off and her heart sank. He had shut the door, which as it had a combination lock on the outside meant he wanted privacy, and she in turn knew what that meant.

He came to her, a short man, maybe 5ft 4". He was handsome, with silver grey hair, and a body kept fit by workouts which belied his 60 plus years. He was smiling-- At least his lips were smiling, but his bright blue eyes were hard. The eyes of a man used to having power, and with that power, used to getting his own way

'It has been a while since we had one of our little talks.' he said as he came to stand in front of her. Lifting one hand he placed it on her shoulder and applied pressure.

Anneja slowly dropped to her knees.------

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Anneja knew what was required of her as she knelt there. Reaching up she unzipped him, and, putting both hands inside his fly, found the waist band of his boxers, and drew them halfway down his thighs, baring his flaccid prick. Moving one hand to his balls she began to scratch and tickle the wrinkled skin of the sac, with her fingernails, while the other took his cock in her fist and squeezed and masturbated it, feeling rapidly come to full erection.

When he was fully hard, she made an 'O' with her forefinger and thumb, and pulled the loose skin of his circumcised tool, right back to the base which tautened the sensitive skin on the swollen head. Slowly she ran her fingernails up the length of the stiff stalk, and on reaching the glans she scratched it, gently at first, and then slightly harder as she heard the tempo of his breathing increase, as his excitement started to build.

Moving her forefinger and thumb up the shaft, she took it in her fist and squeezed, producing a teardrop of the transparent pre-cum fluid, from the hole. She licked her lips for a moment before lowering her head and darting her tongue out, licked the pre-cum from the red/purple tip, squeezing the shaft to produce some more of the clear fluid, before once again flicking the tip of her tongue round and round the open eye, both cleaning and stimulating the glans. He started to moan, and she withdrew her tongue, pursed her lips and kissed the eye, opening first her lips, and then, feeling the head against her teeth, her mouth, slowly moving her head down until her teeth were below the sensitive ridge of his mushroom tip. Then, moving her tongue in circular motion she started to move her teeth back and forth scraping the ridge hard. She knew that this was what really turned him on, but also that it would result in her humiliation.

He was groaning louder now and, placing his hands behind her head for an instant, he pulled her mouth down the stiffness of his manhood.

'Suck me.' he ordered and she started to do so, masturbating him at the base. with her thumb and forefinger while, moving her head down, and then up, letting almost the whole tool slip from her mouth before, with a scraping of the glans with her teeth as she moved back down, moving her tongue in a cicular motion as she sucked on him hard.

Now that she had one hand free she, surreptitiously slid it down, lifted her skirt, slid her middle finger into the leg of her panties, grooved between the labia and finding her soft clit, began to finger it in an attempt to make her juices flow. He would decide in a minute what hole he wanted to fuck, and there would be no foreplay It would be hard and brutal, as he proceeded to humiliate her.

Suddenly, he was holding her head still, and ne thrust into her mouth hard and deep, so that she almost gagged, He was trying to deep throat her, Then he started fucking her mouth, slowly at first, allowing her a little time to relax so that he could go deep in her, even though she was having difficulty breathing. Then faster and faster, fucking her orally, with hard and brutal strokes, hurting her, and bringing moisture to her eyes.

'Oh God!' he cried You're such a good cocksucker! Do you like your mouth being fucked?'

Her mouth was so full that she could only mumble non-committally.

Suddenly, he had returned to slow, long, deeper, harder, hurting strokes, until he thrust in and held it deep in her throat, almost choking her.

'Suck.' he commanded, and even though she could hardly breathe, she sucked on him long and hard knowing now, that it was almost over. She felt his cock twitch, and her reflex swallowing action took the first great jet of jism, down into her stomach, but he was now withdrawing from her mouth.

'Look at me, bitch!!'

She lifted her face to him and just had time to take in his cruel grin, before two great globs of spunk, landed on her glasses, almost making her blind. However she could just see him direct his twiching tool to her, and shot after shot of the seminal fluid came out in decreasing arcs, as his cock softened, covering her hair face and chin in the sticky goo.

She was really sobbing now, but tried to control it, as he said softly, 'You know what you have to do now.'

Still crying she leant forward and licked and sucked his prick until all the spunk had been removed, and it was glistening with her saliva.

'Good girl.' he commented as he adjusted his dress, before turing on his heels and leaving, not completely closing the door. completing her humiliation, as, even in the state she was she hurriedly rose, and rushed to close it.

As she washed, and reapplied her make-up, she began to regain control of herself. With the self control, came a great need to avenge what he had done. For ccertain people she was the one with the power, and she needed to use and abuse a man as she had been. She also needed a good cum. Having decided on a plan of action, she moved to her desk, picked up the'phone, and dialled an extension.-------

To be continued @

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'Johnny hasn't come yet.' said Auntie Joan, idly stirring her tea with her left hand.

Mmmm! Very hot. I like the storyline. Can't wait to see how she manages her anger. This is better than just consentual. I look forward to reading more of this fine story!

That was exciting... Can't wait to see what revenge is like.

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Shyabusa, the Shy Abuser

"Come to the Dark Side." / "Down for the count." / "I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself..."

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