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Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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FUCK STORY:Strictly Business
Ok, here we go. Another fine Tuesday morning. Now if I can just make it to my office without anyone pulling me aside to talk to me about some bullshit that I don’t want to be bothered with…then I should be cool. There’s Tracy…what a slut…shouldn’t you be under someone’s desk by now giving them a blowjob?…there’s Alex…the Motor City motor mouth…I know, I know…the Pistons won last night…don’t have time to hear about it from you right now… No Karen…I don’t want any Girl Scout cookies…Uh oh…it’s Doris…don’t look directly at her…man that was close...my God that is one UGLY woman. Okay…my office is right around the corner.
Mission accomplished. I walked into my office, sat down, took a sip of my morning coffee and I was ready to go. I had a lot of work to do and only a short time to get it done. I was just reaching for the phone to tell my secretary to hold my calls when…BEEP BEEP…BEEP BEEP. My cell phone. New Text Message. “SENIOR STAFF MEETING – 10 MINS – 5TH FLR CONF. RM.” DAMMIT. How am I supposed to get any work done if I can’t stay in my office long enough to GET ANY FUCKIN” WORK DONE?
It was one of those all day meetings. I took a look at the clock and it was almost 4:30. SHIT…another day gone by and I had nothing to show for it. The only way I was going to get my work done was to stay late and work in the quietness of an empty office. I made a few quick phone calls and took care of some other paperwork. As 5:30 hit and the last of the stragglers were leaving I thought to myself ‘ok…they’re all gone…I can FINALLY get some shit done’.
I got right to it. It’s amazing how much you can get done without all the distractions. Things were going faster than I expected. After about 2 hours of working non-stop, I was a little tired. I wanted to go home but I was making progress and didn’t want to stop the flow. I put my head down to catch a quick nap. I was awakened by sounds coming from out in the main office area. Must be the cleaning crew. Then there was a knock at my door. DAMMIT…I WANNA SLEEP…“YEAH…WHAT IS IT?!?!?!?”. The door opened…“Mr. Blake?...is that you?
“Oh…hey Sonja…I’m sorry…I thought you were the cleaning crew”
“Mr. Blake…the cleaning crew only comes on Mondays and Thursdays…today is Tuesday”.
Sonja Cruz had been my secretary for the last three years. She was the best secretary I ever had. She made my job so easy. She took care of everything. She made my travel reservations when I had to go to conferences, she always made sure I stuck to my schedule, she even took care of picking up and dropping off my dry cleaning. She even ordered flowers for my wife on our anniversary and Valentines Day. As a matter of fact, when I was working 18 hour days for 3 straight weeks, she went out and did my Christmas shopping. She was great. All the other senior executives in my region were jealous because I had the best secretary – hands down. They all hired young, pretty girls that they figured they could manipulate and get some free pussy from. But those girls were just eye candy. They didn’t actually do any work. And the ones that were spreading their legs for their bosses were so high maintenance, the sex wasn’t worth the trouble.
Now Sonja may not have been as young and pretty as those girls but she worked her ass off for me. And to be honest, I thought she was cuter than all those other broads anyway…in her own special way. They were all leggy blondes with no shape and a pretty face. But If I had to describe Sonja in one word it would be…SPICY. She had substance. She was a REAL woman – ALL WOMAN. She was 48 years old, a single mom with two sons that were almost my age. She came to the US from El Salvador as a teenager. I always thought she was a nice looking chick. She didn’t look 48 to begin with. Her face had character but she looked to be in her early 30s. She had a nice body. Think Pam Grier from the movie “Jackie Brown”. Very curvy with HUGE tits…double Ds easy…with no sag. And she had a nice plump ass to go with it. Nothing major…but definitely enough to get your attention. I loved the way it wiggled when she walked. She rarely wore skirts but when she did you could tell she had some nice legs…especially for a woman her age. I thought she was downright sexy. The only bad thing about her was her hair. She had nice hair but she always wore it pinned up in a big bun on top of her head. Everyone around the office used to joke and say it was a surgical implant because it never seemed to move and always looked exactly the same. They started calling her “Seven of Nine”. If you ever watched Start Trek Voyager then you understand.
Sonja and I had a unique relationship. At 48 years old she was almost old enough to be my mother. And I think the fact that she was divorced and living alone sometimes brought out the flirt in her. Sometimes she would unbutton her top two buttons on her blouse and lean over the front of my desk to give me a good look at her cleavage. Or she would sit on my lap in my office and rub my thighs under my desk. And, when she got up to walk away I always gave her a little pat on her soft ass. She just giggled as she put a little extra shimmy in her walk on the way out of my office. We flirted with each other a lot but I was married and it was just innocent fun for us – nothing more.
I asked Sonja “what are you doing here?” She answered in her thick Latin accent. “Oh…I came to use the printer…mine is broken and my grandson needs some stuff printed out for school tomorrow…what are you doing here?” I answered “I’m just trying to finish up some work…I was taking a quick nap when you walked in”.
She started walking toward me. This was my first time ever seeing her like this. She was wearing skin tight stretch pants that showed off her ass and a low cut tank top. Looking at her cleavage was like looking into the Grand Canyon. Her body was looking very nice. She also had her hair down so you could actually see how long it was. She came over and sat on my lap and said “Mr. Blake (she always called me Mr. no matter how many times I asked her not to) I’m a little worried about you…is everything okay?” I told her everything was fine. She said “are you sure?...because you’ve been acting strange the last few weeks”. As she got off my lap and moved around behind my chair I said “yeah…its cool…I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately?” She started to rub my shoulders and said “You got that right…I can feel the tension in your shoulders…your muscles are all knotted up”. I told her “yeah…it’s this Ridgeview project. This project would normally take two people about a month to complete…Hanson is making me do it by myself and he only gave me 3 weeks…I think the old man is trying to kill me”. As Sonja continued to rub me down she said “I know Mr. Blake but that’s nothing new for you. You always take the hard jobs and make it look easy. That’s why you’re the youngest senior exec in this company. So that can’t be all that’s bugging you…it must be something else”. She was right…there was more. I took a deep breath and said “do you remember the last meeting we had with K&W when you sat in for me?”
“Yes…I remember. I was so happy you let me sit in on such an important meeting”
“Well, I asked you to sit in for me because I had to leave early that day to take Michelle to the airport. Her aunt in Chicago is really sick and she went to go take care of her and try to get her into a good nursing home. So I’ve been home alone with her mom and the kids since then”.
She quickly spun my chair around and got right in my face. As she put her hands down on my armrests, her big full tits were almost touching my face. I could smell her perfume…she smelled good enough to eat. She looked down at me and said “AYE DIOS MIO SEÑOR BLAKE!!! (she always let her Spanish slip out when she got excited…and she loved to call me Señor when we were flirting) that meeting was almost a month ago…and you’ve been without your wife ever since?...no wonder you’re so tense. You’re gonna need more than just a shoulder rub to make you feel better”. Before I could say anything, she turned and quickly walked out of my office. I barely was able to watch her booty shake as she disappeared. I thought to myself ‘man…what’s up with her?’…as I started to get back to work. But she was right. I needed some serious stress relief.
TO BE CONTINUED..........http://bestfuckstoriesonline.blogspot.com/
Mission accomplished. I walked into my office, sat down, took a sip of my morning coffee and I was ready to go. I had a lot of work to do and only a short time to get it done. I was just reaching for the phone to tell my secretary to hold my calls when…BEEP BEEP…BEEP BEEP. My cell phone. New Text Message. “SENIOR STAFF MEETING – 10 MINS – 5TH FLR CONF. RM.” DAMMIT. How am I supposed to get any work done if I can’t stay in my office long enough to GET ANY FUCKIN” WORK DONE?
It was one of those all day meetings. I took a look at the clock and it was almost 4:30. SHIT…another day gone by and I had nothing to show for it. The only way I was going to get my work done was to stay late and work in the quietness of an empty office. I made a few quick phone calls and took care of some other paperwork. As 5:30 hit and the last of the stragglers were leaving I thought to myself ‘ok…they’re all gone…I can FINALLY get some shit done’.
I got right to it. It’s amazing how much you can get done without all the distractions. Things were going faster than I expected. After about 2 hours of working non-stop, I was a little tired. I wanted to go home but I was making progress and didn’t want to stop the flow. I put my head down to catch a quick nap. I was awakened by sounds coming from out in the main office area. Must be the cleaning crew. Then there was a knock at my door. DAMMIT…I WANNA SLEEP…“YEAH…WHAT IS IT?!?!?!?”. The door opened…“Mr. Blake?...is that you?
“Oh…hey Sonja…I’m sorry…I thought you were the cleaning crew”
“Mr. Blake…the cleaning crew only comes on Mondays and Thursdays…today is Tuesday”.
Sonja Cruz had been my secretary for the last three years. She was the best secretary I ever had. She made my job so easy. She took care of everything. She made my travel reservations when I had to go to conferences, she always made sure I stuck to my schedule, she even took care of picking up and dropping off my dry cleaning. She even ordered flowers for my wife on our anniversary and Valentines Day. As a matter of fact, when I was working 18 hour days for 3 straight weeks, she went out and did my Christmas shopping. She was great. All the other senior executives in my region were jealous because I had the best secretary – hands down. They all hired young, pretty girls that they figured they could manipulate and get some free pussy from. But those girls were just eye candy. They didn’t actually do any work. And the ones that were spreading their legs for their bosses were so high maintenance, the sex wasn’t worth the trouble.
Now Sonja may not have been as young and pretty as those girls but she worked her ass off for me. And to be honest, I thought she was cuter than all those other broads anyway…in her own special way. They were all leggy blondes with no shape and a pretty face. But If I had to describe Sonja in one word it would be…SPICY. She had substance. She was a REAL woman – ALL WOMAN. She was 48 years old, a single mom with two sons that were almost my age. She came to the US from El Salvador as a teenager. I always thought she was a nice looking chick. She didn’t look 48 to begin with. Her face had character but she looked to be in her early 30s. She had a nice body. Think Pam Grier from the movie “Jackie Brown”. Very curvy with HUGE tits…double Ds easy…with no sag. And she had a nice plump ass to go with it. Nothing major…but definitely enough to get your attention. I loved the way it wiggled when she walked. She rarely wore skirts but when she did you could tell she had some nice legs…especially for a woman her age. I thought she was downright sexy. The only bad thing about her was her hair. She had nice hair but she always wore it pinned up in a big bun on top of her head. Everyone around the office used to joke and say it was a surgical implant because it never seemed to move and always looked exactly the same. They started calling her “Seven of Nine”. If you ever watched Start Trek Voyager then you understand.
Sonja and I had a unique relationship. At 48 years old she was almost old enough to be my mother. And I think the fact that she was divorced and living alone sometimes brought out the flirt in her. Sometimes she would unbutton her top two buttons on her blouse and lean over the front of my desk to give me a good look at her cleavage. Or she would sit on my lap in my office and rub my thighs under my desk. And, when she got up to walk away I always gave her a little pat on her soft ass. She just giggled as she put a little extra shimmy in her walk on the way out of my office. We flirted with each other a lot but I was married and it was just innocent fun for us – nothing more.
I asked Sonja “what are you doing here?” She answered in her thick Latin accent. “Oh…I came to use the printer…mine is broken and my grandson needs some stuff printed out for school tomorrow…what are you doing here?” I answered “I’m just trying to finish up some work…I was taking a quick nap when you walked in”.
She started walking toward me. This was my first time ever seeing her like this. She was wearing skin tight stretch pants that showed off her ass and a low cut tank top. Looking at her cleavage was like looking into the Grand Canyon. Her body was looking very nice. She also had her hair down so you could actually see how long it was. She came over and sat on my lap and said “Mr. Blake (she always called me Mr. no matter how many times I asked her not to) I’m a little worried about you…is everything okay?” I told her everything was fine. She said “are you sure?...because you’ve been acting strange the last few weeks”. As she got off my lap and moved around behind my chair I said “yeah…its cool…I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately?” She started to rub my shoulders and said “You got that right…I can feel the tension in your shoulders…your muscles are all knotted up”. I told her “yeah…it’s this Ridgeview project. This project would normally take two people about a month to complete…Hanson is making me do it by myself and he only gave me 3 weeks…I think the old man is trying to kill me”. As Sonja continued to rub me down she said “I know Mr. Blake but that’s nothing new for you. You always take the hard jobs and make it look easy. That’s why you’re the youngest senior exec in this company. So that can’t be all that’s bugging you…it must be something else”. She was right…there was more. I took a deep breath and said “do you remember the last meeting we had with K&W when you sat in for me?”
“Yes…I remember. I was so happy you let me sit in on such an important meeting”
“Well, I asked you to sit in for me because I had to leave early that day to take Michelle to the airport. Her aunt in Chicago is really sick and she went to go take care of her and try to get her into a good nursing home. So I’ve been home alone with her mom and the kids since then”.
She quickly spun my chair around and got right in my face. As she put her hands down on my armrests, her big full tits were almost touching my face. I could smell her perfume…she smelled good enough to eat. She looked down at me and said “AYE DIOS MIO SEÑOR BLAKE!!! (she always let her Spanish slip out when she got excited…and she loved to call me Señor when we were flirting) that meeting was almost a month ago…and you’ve been without your wife ever since?...no wonder you’re so tense. You’re gonna need more than just a shoulder rub to make you feel better”. Before I could say anything, she turned and quickly walked out of my office. I barely was able to watch her booty shake as she disappeared. I thought to myself ‘man…what’s up with her?’…as I started to get back to work. But she was right. I needed some serious stress relief.
TO BE CONTINUED..........http://bestfuckstoriesonline.blogspot.com/
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