Dear Readers,
Once again, another new story accompanied by pictures :-) I do hope you guys like the extra work I do :-) The address is http://sites.pornographytimes.com/fooled/thehelpinghand/index.htm and I hope you will like the story. Do let me know what you think.
Regards,
Cellinis
It was Wednesday. No, maybe Thursday. No, No, I think it was indeed Wednesday. Hell, what day are we today anyway? If you must really know what day it was, then you must subtract 80 hours from this moment on. 80 hours ago Meredith and Desmond did something that they shouldn't have. 79 hours ago, I discovered it. 5 hours ago Meredith went into the boss's room after smelling of my cum for a couple of days. Who am I? I am the security guy at Marlenthrop Incorporated. A useless company, really. But they do have some real nice chicks working for them. Money has never been a factor in my considerations for a career. Women, have always been.
Some of you may remember me from Cellinis's story, Carmen. I am the very same. Though with times I have changed. Where an year ago I dug Latina maids and moms, now my interests have moved towards cute, young and sophisticated women of our times. And Marlenthrop Incorporated, of which, by the way, I am one of the silent partners as well, provides an ideal playground for my fantasies.
There is much to be said of these young women who come out of unknown places with a college degree and not a penny to their name(though they all seem to smell Channel or Dior). For most parts these young nubile beauties have neither tasted money nor power. So when one rises above the rest, she usually turns into a bitch. The rest, well they crib and hate the one that is above them, and the moment they get their promotion, they become much the same. Alas the human race! For if that was all, it wasn't all that bad, but they all carry with their haughty noses a veneer of hypocrisy. It is these women that my fantasy sought and so I got myself hired as the head of night security. For added safety, I also brought 15% of the shares through that idiotic lawyer of mine.
Many of you who ignore the work culture of the world of marketing and advertising would now be surprised at my decision. For are there not other ways to seduce these young women? Especially with my financial resources? But then my friend, where is the fun in going the whole nine yards with every woman that you want to fuck. And then too, I am quite a lazy bum.
Since Marlenthrop is rather small sized firm, I am the only night duty security guy around. It also means that I am in charge of checking out the day tapes to catch anything untoward. The management of Marlenthrop doesn't really trust its employs. And not without reason either. I wouldn't trust that bunch further than my nose extends! Each evening I find some bitch or other misusing the power and duties bestowed to her. Each morning before heading back to my bachelor pad, I leave a note to the babe at fault. Every weekend, thus, I have my choice of these haughty young bitches.
79 hours ago then, I perceived something that perked up my interest. One of the marketing executives, Desmond, seemed to be in conversation with Meredith. The girl had been recently promoted as Section Manager for medium accounts and Desmond was on her team. Now I don't really bother to follow the day to day workings of the company, aside from the dereliction of duties that lead to some sucking of my hot long rod. But here was Meredith and Desmond talking about his utter failures over the past couple of months. I checked the time, the video was taken an hour ago.
"Meredith, you must help me out, otherwise these bastards will fire me!" Desmond was saying.
"Why do you think they will fire you?" The question itself seems innocent on the first view, but later I discovered it was Meredith who had requested that a pink slip be issued to Desmond.
"You know that my sales have hit a all time low!" Desmond cried. "You must help me Meredith, I need this job!"
"I am sure you do!" She pretended as if she had a lot of work. Work, my ass! All this bitch ever did was talk to her boyfriend in Europe and reap in the benefits of the hard labor of her team. She was on my hit list for a long time but somehow chance had always saved her. For every time I decided to leave her one of my little notes, some other babe would commit such a big dereliction that I would forget about Meredith.
"Please Meredith. You and me, we go back a long way. Won't you help me?" The guy was now literally on his knees.
Finally Meredith turned her face to meet his. "All right, I think I can help you."
"Thanks!" For hope can bring a smile onto scowl itself! "Tell me what should I do?"
"What can you do?" There was a twinkle in her eyes that Desmond clearly didn't notice.
"Anything." He told her decisively.
"Ho ho! Better be careful with what you say!" I knew what his blonde bitch was getting at. But clearly Desmond didn't see.
"Anything." He repeated again.
"All right then!" Meredith rotated her chair to face him and opened her legs wide right in front of his eyes. Poor Desmond. You must know him to understand why this came as a complete and unpleasant surprise to him. He got married very recently to his childhood sweetheart. His friends would later tell me that this was the reason why his performance had fallen. He was very much in love with his wife, who, by the way, is next on my hit list. All this Meredith was well aware of. When the two had first met, Meredith had hit heavily on him, to fail each time. Now, it was her turn.
Desmond was torn between the Devil and the Deep Sea. But then money is always a factor in love and without money, his marriage would be an utter failure. That he would find another job was quite evident, but it may take some time and on his marriage he had spent most of his life's savings. It must, indeed be hard for people without much money. I have never really given it much thought. To cut a long story short, Desmond was soon upon his knees, his face buried under the blonde's secret (really?) garden.
It says much of his character that he didn't whine nor plead. Rather once he had made the decision, he stuck by it. I know he didn't like it, though how can a man love a woman so much as to never want another is quite beyond me, but he did it to save his job. Meredith leaned back and took off her panties, leaving the rest of it on. I was pleasantly surprised to see a well shaved and rather cute cunt. Without wasting his time at words, Desmond's tongue moved expertly over the offered snatch.
I fast forwarded this part for seeing another man lick a cunt is not much to my taste. I prefer women doing it. But the time coding showed that it lasted a pleasurable five minutes, during which, I wager, Meredith came at least once. I could understand her feeling of elation. You must have someone in your complete power to feel the euphoria she was feeling at the moment. But once the orgasm was through, and her nerves calmed a bit, she must have remembered her lust for this man for she soon started removing her clothes.
I put the video back to the normal speed as my own lusty eyes took in the half naked body of this rather cute blonde. She was now dressed in naught but her bra and her nylons, which she probably kept on in case of emergency knock though she was sure that she and Desmond were quite alone in the office. The management had taken adequate care to not reveal the position of cameras that they had placed. And only the ones surprised by my notes knew that they could be seen 24/7. Meredith, of course, wasn't aware that her half naked body was currently being filmed.
She pulled aside her bra over her rather large breasts and firm nipples. She offered them to Desmond who took them in his mouth, still depressed at the forced sex. He sucked at her breasts with less lust and more pain than I have ever seen a man do. Especially when the object he was suckling was quite something to look at (and feel!). Meredith's hands now reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock, which much to her disgust was quite limp. For a moment I thought he really couldn't get it up or something, for it beats my little brain how can someone be in presence of a half naked beauty in the erotic atmosphere of the office and not be excited. But Meredith's mouth soon cured that thought of mine.
Her full lips and active tongue soon had Desmond as hard as a rock, against his wishes. This part I watched with glee for I love the sight of a woman sucking a man, me or another. From the corner of her eyes Meredith looked at Desmond as her hand, her mouth and her tongue moved in tandem to excite him. Now the tape is quite mute and the video only from a single angle, but I was sure that even Desmond would be in a moaning frenzy. I watched spellbound as those blonde hair ruffled over his cock and her hot mouth moved with quite an expertise over it.
Once she was quite satisfied with her work on his cock, she turned away and leaned down upon the table. One of her legs on the chair, she was in what can be described as a half doggy position. Desmond came in from behind and entered her, rather gently I thought. In his place I would have ravaged this snobby pussy, but my time will come later!
The two bodies thus united, moved in sync with one another. Desmond's thrusts were powerful and gained in rapidity with each passing moment. Meredith, for her part, pushed back rhythmically at his cock. And I watched, my eyes now falling out of their sockets, at this office romance. Their erotic fucking was taking its toll on me too and I was now as hard as I had ever been. Had I been into masturbation, I would probably be stroking myself into an orgasm by now, but my cock was for a higher and nobler purpose. To ravage tight cunts that cross my path.
Nonetheless excited to the height, I watched the two bodies move at one another with ever increasing pace. Even on the low quality closed circuit camera, I could make out Meredith's juices flow down her naked thighs on to the black nylons that she was wearing. I could equally make out from Desmond's body language that he was going to cum. And cum he did right inside her unprotected pussy. That is when I turned of the camera and made my way through to her office.
Meredith was still there though Desmond had long gone. She was on the phone and she hang up the moment she saw me come in.
"There is something that I must show you Ms. Meredith." I told her. She followed me without another word, with the same haughty expression that I have come to associate with her. Well, it wouldn't last long, now would it? Through the corner of my eye, I could see that she had signed the pink slip with Desmond's name on it. So the bitch was going to fire him, her promises to the contrary notwithstanding. How can you expect honor amongst such being as these? She would, of course, lay the entire blame on the bosses. For you should really not expect truth from these bureaucrats.
I led her into my room and set the tape back on. Her red glow of after-sex disappeared. When I looked back at her, she resembled more like a ghost. But I knew that her mouth could work wonders, her color pale or not, so I unzipped my jeans and presented my rock hard cock to her. I didn't need to say a word for she understood that her job depended on her ability to please me. She took the proffered dick and put it in her mouth. She started sucking but I stopped her.
"Off with you clothes, like you were before." I told her.
She acquiesced for she had no alternative. Soon the very gorgeous breasts that I had seen on TV were in front of me. I touched them and then I groped them, twisting her nipples back to their previous hardness with my fingers. The power game was much as before but the contestants had changed. I watched her body squirm under my fiddling. There must still be left some lust in her for she wasn't really as cold as she could have been. Or maybe she intended to please.
I bothered not with her reasons. Much though I would have liked to fuck her pussy, the idea of going in after another guy held little appeal to me. Cum still dripped from her shaved cunt onto her thighs, so I decided to be satisfied with a mere blow job. Her beautiful mouth did quite a good job of it too. She sucked on my balls and jerked my shaft with her hand. Then changing the tactic, she used her tongue to a superb effect on the very head of my cock. The places her warm tongue touched and circled were soon burning with heat. I watched one of her hands slip down to massage her own crotch. But I knew there wouldn't be time for that.
The show that I had watched earlier had thoroughly excited me. And then there was the feeling of her warm mouth enveloping my manhood so completely that many pussies I have seen are wider than the insides of her throat. I was, of course, rather rough. But then you can't be gentle to these bitches, can you? My hips fucked her mouth like it were a pussy, and indeed using her cheek, tongue and throat, she accentuated that feeling. Moments later streams of my thick white cum were seeping down into her waiting mouth.
By the time I was through, her pink tongue was half white with my sperm. Yet she hesitated in drinking it, opening her mouth instead and showing me the cum on her tongue. Roughly I closed her mouth with my powerful hands and forced her to drink the fruits I had bestowed on her. Then I asked her to open her mouth and show me if indeed she had accomplished what I had asked for her. I was pleased to know that this bitch had kept this promise.
She begged me afterwards to keep this between the two of us. I changed the topic and asked her what she intended to do with Desmond. She told me she was going to fire him. I couldn't care less. Next morning I told her to stop by place and take an off from the office. We did many things that I would leave for another story. She pleased me quite well, bending her sweet ass to my wishes.
Then five hours ago I gave her up. I really can't stand a woman too long. Specially one as fucked up as Meredith. That was when the boss called her in, for I had told him all. He, of course, knows that I am actually his boss, so he asked me what should he do with the bitch. I told him fuck her and maybe keep her. She loves to drink piss and later on maybe we will turn her into a human toilet for my other conquests. Or maybe not. Future, my friend, is not for me to see.