I pulled his head tighter to my pussy. He moaned again, and his finger seemed to be getting uncomfortably close to my asshole. I struggled a little trying to grab his hand through my panties.
"Surely Mandy told you what I like?" he asked, looking up at me with a devilish grin.
His tongue slipped into my belly button, and he licked and slobbered into it leaving a trail of slime like some giant slug. His fingers spread my ass cheeks, and I let out a little grunt as a fat finger invaded my ass.
"Wouldn't you rather have my pussy?" I gasped, as his finger dug in deeper.
"My dear girl, for the ½ a million pound contract, I expect both!" he said in an astonished tone, as if I was being naive.
As if to prove the point further, he moved his other hand to the front of my panties and wormed a finger into my pussy! So there he was finger fucking both holes, as I squirmed, and gave little gasping squeals, which amused him further. He started pulling my asshole to the side, and pushing my pussy in the opposite direction. I sort of stumbled round trying to keep my movements to what I was comfortable with. Ashford wasn't happy until he had turned me sideways on to him. I felt his tongue trail up the outside of my thigh, as one finger attacked my pussy and another attacked my ass!
I have had anal sex before several times, but a few years ago now. I never really liked it then, but I had no choice. I know I said at the start my past didn't concern you. But maybe just this once it wouldn't do any harm to let you in on a little secret. My father and my uncle sort of noticed my body changing as I grew up. I was a virgin when I was 18, but that didn't last long. No, dear old daddy and his brother soon got to realise what a sexy body I had. Unlucky for me, but lucky for them, mum used to go playing bingo 3 nights a week. Well I'm sure you don't want all the gory details. Perhaps I've told you too much already. So maybe I'll just stick to Mr Ashford.
Now while his finger in my ass wasn't something I wanted, the one in my pussy seemed to be doing the trick. My legs were shaking and my eyes were closed. Partly so I didn't have to see the fucking pig, but partly because I was close to letting myself really go! I just wished the slug in his mouth would bloody well stay there! No, he had to give me a coat of slime all over my stocking top. That was until his finger plopped out of my ass.
"Get on your hands and knees," he mumbled.
I did as he asked, and thankfully his short stubby cock picked my pussy. He grunted and panted as he pulled me back by my hips every time he pushed forward. I managed to bend my arm and hold myself up with it, as my other hand grabbed the contract. I waved it behind me as he continued to fuck me. He took the contract and slapped it on my back, and then he stopped fucking me. I felt his cock pull out of my pussy and nuzzle close to my anus.
"Please don't put it in there," I begged.
"No asshole no signature, the choice is yours?"
I heard him give a dirty little chuckle as I offered him the pen behind my back. I felt him scribble on the contract, and then he shoved it under my nose. I tried wriggling away but he must have been expecting it. His hands grabbed my hips and I let out a squeal as his cock speared into me. His dirty chuckle sounded even more delighted as I shrieked with pain. He started thrusting into me mumbling obscenities about how tight my ass was! I panted and grunted trying to cope with the short stabbing dick. Thankfully after only a few minutes he grunted and emptied himself into me. The bastard pulled out and shoved me to one side like a used condom! I scrambled to the loo feeling my sore abused ass throb slightly. Of course I had enough about me to grab the contract on the way.
"Now get dressed and run along. I have things to do, but if you fancy working for me I'll double whatever you are getting paid now."
"Oh, and do I have to move from a desk job to a bed?" I snapped.
He laughed.
I stood in front of Mandy with my head bowed. She just glared at me as she asked again about the contract.
"You really are pissing me off. I should have gone and got that deal. Still, never mind, I'll just put my name on it and we'll keep quiet."
When she saw I had already signed my name where hers should be her hand landed across my face. I fell to the floor clutching my cheek.
"How the hell am I going to tell Harris I got this contract with your fucking name all over it? You really have fucked up big time you silly bimbo," she snarled, as the toe of her shoe swung into my stomach.
"What the hell is going on?" Harris said in shock, as he stood in the door way.
I saw a very worried expression cross Mandy's face.
"I didn't know you were back," Mandy mumbled.
Harris pushed her out of the way and picked me up off the floor.
"Mandy you hit her! Look at her cheek?" he said stunned.
"She fell over, she caught her cheek on the desk," Mandy said, with a heavy pant.
"And what happened to your wrist Amy? Jesus, it's swollen right up," Harris mumbled.
I sobbed and wiped the tears away.
"She trapped my wrist in her drawer this morning. She, she slapped me across the face and kicked me. She hates me, I haven't done anything wrong I swear," I sobbed, "don't let her hit me again. She hates me."
I clung to my boss as he glared at Mandy who looked shocked to say the least!
"She is a liar. Harris, I haven't done anything."
She turned to me shaking her head in disbelief. Her mouth opened and several times it moved like she was trying to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out.
"Mandy clear your desk, you have five minutes to get out of here."
"But what about us, surely you don't believe that bitch?"
I gripped Harris's arm and gave a nice little wince that got more sympathy. Harris picked up the phone and called for security.
"Harris don't do this, I love you, I always have," Mandy whimpered.
I watched the two security guards march her to the lift.
"I'm taking you to hospital, and then I'll contact Jim and we'll see about going to court."
"No, you've sacked her, that's good enough, please sir. I don't want to go to court and drag it all up, please don't force me?" I pleaded with frightened eyes.
He put his arm around my shoulder.
"Look, maybe in a couple of days you will change your mind."
"No, with your divorce and everything the company will suffer enough. No, please I just want to forget about it."
"Well the offer is still there. I'll leave it up to you. I can't believe she could do this to you."
I gave him a little weak smile, as I held my stomach and winced with pain.
"I'm still cross with you though, for going to see Ashford with the contract."
"I got it though, didn't I sir?"
I felt a light kiss on my brow.
"Yes you did Amy, but don't ever disobey me again, clear?"
We spent two hours in the hospital, and after an x-ray the doctor announced my wrist was not broken, just badly bruised and swollen the same as my cheek.
"What are you grinning at Amy?" Harris asked.
"They think I'm your wife, look?"
I showed him the envelope that held my x-ray.
"Mrs Amy Silver," he said, reading the tag.
Oh one day I would be!
He took me home and I insisted he came in for a drink. We sat talking about his divorce that now seemed to be going ahead. Of course I was sympathetic when he said some photos had come to light, showing his brother and wife kissing on the doorstep. Then gradually he told me about the photos of her screwing some young guy, in his very own living room!
"I don't know who could have taken them, or what ever reason they would have."
"Maybe a jealous girlfriend found out her boyfriend was seeing her?" I offered.
"I can't believe she would be so stupid. She knew she wouldn't get nearly as much if she had an affair. Now I have the evidence, what do I do?"
"I'm sure you will look after the boys though won't you?" I asked sympathetically.
"Of course, god what will they think? What the hell do I tell them, I can't tell them their mum is a, well, fooling around, can I?"
"Sir, you have to be strong, I'm sure they will get over it, you have to tell them."
I was rather annoyed by the way he picked at his food, understandably though I guess. But why couldn't he just relax with me for a few hours? I watched his back as he stood at my sink washing up. He had a nice crisp white shirt on, with the sleeves rolled up. This was how it was meant to be, Harris and me in our kitchen, just doing everyday things. Well that would be when our maid had an evening off! Anyway, I would really be too busy, with all the commitments a wife of a successful husband would have. I would be a member of the country club, attend functions on my husband's arm, and maybe a little charity work like rich women do. I could take up tennis, and I'd get so many invites to tea with my new rich friends. I'd become so popular, that people would boast when I had been to lunch with them!
We sipped coffee in the lounge. I held my breath as he took my hand. This was it he was going to make his move!
"Does it still hurt?" he asked, looking at my wrist.
I felt a little deflated as he inspected the bandaged hand he was holding.
"Just a little, Sir, would you like to stay here the night, on the couch I mean, sir?"
He was deep in thought, but finally what I had asked registered in his brain. He shook his head.
"We could go to the office separately in the morning. I wouldn't tell a living soul you stayed with me."
"No but thank you Amy, I should get back to the hotel, in case my wife tries to phone me."
He left shortly afterwards, and next doors cat squealed and raced off, as the plant pot I threw narrowly missed it. Still I wasn't down hearted, I cuddled the scarf that he had left. Well the one I had pushed down the back of the sofa when he wasn't looking. The smell of his aftershave spent the night touring my nostrils as I slept peacefully.
"So are we still on for tonight then?" John asked me.
