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By Caesar

Everyone knew!
Mary Norman just finished anchoring the six o'clock news hour with her co-host, John McMillian, and sat alone in her change room. And cried! What could she do? Everyone politely ignored her, people whispered behind her back, and her make-up girl asked if the rumours were true. After a little checking around, she discovered they were - the local network decided to replace her with another girl, a twenty year old girl! In a fit of rage, she had thrown her make-up girl out of her room, accomplished the news hour, then returned here to feel sorry for herself.
If there was one thing she didn't have the right to do, it was feel sorry for herself. At sixteen she won her first local beauty contest. At nineteen she graduated from community college, started to work in TV from the very beginning, landed an anchor spot when she was twenty four, married a wonderful man at twenty-two, with two kids within the next four years, plus ten wonderful years working at her job. It didn't matter if she couldn't pick news stories from crap, only that she could deliver the news the way the viewers wanted. She was the local favourite.
Mary studied herself in the wall-sized mirror. The wrinkles had begun at twenty-seven, the small bags under the eyes three years later. With make-up, her aging had practically ceased. But the past year, it took more and more work to keep her youthful appearance. Not to say she wasn't beautiful any longer - she was!
She was tall, five-eleven, with long legs and a thin waist that she still enjoyed showing off. She had begun to style her hair about five years ago, until it was a now large blond mane. Her breasts were even better than when she was sixteen; they were bigger and firmer (after her last child she had implants). She pretended to hate the jokes or names that the crew called her, like "tall Amazon", "leggy blond", "hot model", "sexy", "beautiful", "hot", and even "dream goddess". She loved them all.
Mary was very vain, that much should be clear by now. Her whole life was build around the way she looked, her legs and "cute" face being her best assets. Of course she never thought she would always work as an anchorwoman, but she never planed or anticipated the inevitable.
The more she looked within the madder she became, at her boss, the show's producer, and definitely at the station manager.
"How can they do this?" She turned her head side-to-side studying herself, drying her tears away. "The city loves me!" She noticed a wrinkle in her make-up near her eyes. "It's that prick Chuck - likes his reporters young and stupid. With me he had beautiful and smart. He probably was scared shitless!"
During this time of self-pity the thought of her wonderful husband or their two darling daughters never even crossed her mind; so self-centred was she that all she thought of was herself.
Mary finished cleaning the make-up from her face, working fast and without looking into the mirror. Then she applied the normal, everyday make-up she used. Satisfied, she studied the reflection in the mirror.
"There has to be a way to make Chuck realize I'm still a young, valuable member to the news team!" she asked herself in the mirror. "I'll just go and see the little prick right now!" She surprised herself when she said it. She intented to have a battle with the station manager.
She slammed the door to his office behind her, his secretary unable to stop her. Mary came over and placed both fists onto the top of his desk, bending over, ready for anything.
"Yes, Mary?" He sounded bored.
"Is it true Chuck? You're hiring some young bimbo to replace me?" she practically yelled.
Behind her the secretary opened the door to check with her boss; he waved her away.
"You're being replaced, Mary. But I wouldn't call her a bimbo." He opened a file on his desk and spun an eight-by-twelve photo around. "She's more experienced than you."
Mary looked down into the blue eyes of the blond beauty. She was very beautiful with a intelligent, yet innocent, face. Mary exploded and grabbed the picture, tore it down the centre and threw it back at her boss. Then she collapsed into the chair, convincing herself not to cry - it would only prove that she was a weak woman.
Chuck sat motionless while his anchorwoman had her little tantrum. He was an experienced people-person and didn't want to give her any fuel to keep her fires burning. While she caught her breath he noticed her shapely thighs, for her mini-skirt had ridden up slightly, giving him a peek at her panties. He tore his eyes away, feeling very unprofessional, yet his eyes came in contact with her round firm breasts. He turned his chair around to look out the window and not stare at the woman's body.
Mary was trying to figure out her next argument. There were too many to list, but she caught his eyes glaring at her crotch then rising up to her chest. She noticed the familiar admiration and desire in his eyes, and realized her boss was just a man. And since puberty she had always known how to manipulate men.
With a more civil voice, "Chuck, perhaps we could make a spot for her on the weekend news, or the twelve o'clock spot?" He spun back around, staring right into her eyes. Mary slowly crossed her legs, seeing him glimpse quickly down at the sound of silk rubbing. She knew that she could control him, but wondered how much it would cost. "I'm not arguing her credentials, but just asking why the decision to replace me?" She ran her tongue over her lips slowly, and struck a pose - shoulders back, legs crossed, her skirt almost at the junction where her legs and waist met, one hand on her thigh, the other against her stomach pressing her blouse inward, her head back and her eyes and mouth gentle but attentive.
"The decision wasn't mine, Mary, but my father's. But" - he openly stared down at her breasts - "I'll talk to him."
At that moment, she knew she couldn't just flash him some thigh and then get whatever she wanted. She looked at her boss, seeing the small overweight man she always ignored. She couldn't stand unattractive people. She wondered if she had to sleep with him to get her own way, and wondered if she could.
She uncrossed her legs, and opened the knees ever so slightly, knowing her pantied crotch could be seen, testing him. Chuck glanced quickly down at her white-pantied pussy, then guiltily returned to her eyes.
"Were you planning on firing me, or just letting me host a kids' show Saturday mornings?" She cursed herself, she had to control her anger. "I'm sorry, Chuck. Perhaps we can work something out?" She pretended shyness, looking down at the floor, knowing he would be able to look upon her uncovered upper thigh unhindered.
"That's always a possibility, Mary. What do you have in mind?" She could almost feel his eyes on her covered sex mound.
Chuck stared directly at Mary's upper thighs and at her crotch. He was excited, his penis hard in his pants. It was not the first time a woman tried to seduce him to get a job, but it was the first time a woman did it to keep a job. He felt sorry for Mary's husband.
"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps a personal service contract?" She tried to sound sad, but he could hear the anger and bare control in her voice. He was perfectly aware that she was trying to manipulate him.
"You mean, the station would control you for whatever they wanted?" He asked playing dumb, wanting her to say it.
Timidly she replied, "No, *you*!" She looked back up into his eyes.
After a long pause, Chuck said, "Are you trying to seduce me, Mary?"
She wondered how anyone could be so stupid. But controlled herself. "Yes! If that's what you want?" Shyly she smiled at him, wondering what having sex with this blob would be like.
A smile of triumph came to his lips as he ordered, "Spread your legs wider." Slightly surprised, she did, letting him have a perfect view of her silk-covered mound. A shiver ran through her as she watched his vision hungrily taking the sights she gave him.
Openly Chuck studied her long legs, her strong shapely thighs, and of course her crotch. "Stand up and take your clothes off." was his second order.
Surprised that he was being assertive, she complied. Mary stood up, and began to disrobe. The honey of the network was determined to keep her job, whatever it took! She reached under her skirt and pushed down her silk nylons. After kicking them over into the corner she began to undo the buttons of her white blouse. He studied every movement, every inch that became revealed, his hungry eyes taking it all in. She pushed the expensive fabric off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to her feet. Then, with only one zip, her skirt also fell to her feet.
Before she could continue with only her undergarments on, Chuck ordered, "Come here!" He waved towards him, around the big desk. She walked seductively around the mahogany desk and saw that he wanted her to sit on his lap facing him, her thighs straddling his. "So, let me get this right," he said after she sat down on him, his face barely an inch away from her bra- covered breasts, his hands already cupping a naked buttock in each hand. "If you stay as the anchorwoman, you'll be my little sex toy?" Using her work smile, the one that made her the darling of the city, she nodded then bent forward to kiss his chubby face and lips.
Another shiver ran through her as his tongue forced itself into her mouth, exploring hers. His hands were playing with the g-string of her panties, pulling them painfully up her crack.
"Say it!" He ordered, his eyes piercing into hers, waiting.
Seductively she said, "I'll be your little sex toy, Chuck." She kissed him gently, "Only yours!"
He smiled. "Take your bra off!"
Her hands reached around and quickly undid the hook. She allowed the lace bra to fall off her shoulders. He studied her perfect breasts, his hands coming off her ass to play with a breast in each. He felt the firmness, pressed them together, pinched the nipples, shook them before bending over, sucking on one, then the other nipple, her hands maternally holding his head, letting out a pleasing moan to let him know she felt good.
He spoke into her chest, between nipples, "What exactly are you willing to do?"
She whispered, "Anything you want!"
"Like...?"
"Well...anytime you want to have a private meeting..."
He interrupted her. "No, I mean would you suck my cock?" His eyes looked up from between her breasts.
She would do it, only actually saying it bothered her. "Of course, Chuck! Anytime..."
He seemed to be getting anxious. "And swallow every drop?"
The thought revolted her. "I'll even lick every inch of you clean!" She would too, just to keep her job. Though she would never let her own husband cum in her mouth, she would let this short fat dump of a man. Her values were showing through.
Chuck's face came back up to hers, their lips smacking together as they kissed passionately and hard. He stuck his tongue into her mouth, and she began to suck on it, as if it was the cock they had been talking about. Up and down, her head bobbed on his tongue. Mary could feel the hard bulge on the underside of her thigh and against her groin. She humped up against it, trying to stimulate him. She wanted to make this "session" go quickly, so she would do anything to finish him. Chuck's fingers returned to her asscheeks, one finger even playing with the hard little muscle of her anus. Mary tried to cover up the enviable shiver.
He pulled his tongue back into his mouth. "Well, my little slut..." Mary hid her hate of this man and that word he used about her. "...time to show me how much you want to keep your job. On your knees, my little toy!" He gave her a push.
Chuck had to hide a laugh as he watched the very pretty face when her hands pulled his hardened cock out of his pants. She covered very quickly, then smiled up at him, but he wasn't fooled. The bitch had always despised him, for what he had no idea, but she never gave him a side-glance. Now she was going to pay for that mistake, in spades.
Both his hands encircled her head and pulled it towards his throbbing member. Mary's mouth opened and the cock slipped past her red-tinted lips. A very erotic sight. He kept pulling until he felt her nose against his large stomach. A gag escaped her lips, though there wasn't much room. She controlled the natural gagging motion and began to suck on him, her tongue running on the underside of his cock. Chuck loosened his hold and let her pull up, and after a quick second, she descended down onto his lap again.
"God, that feels good, Mary!" He meant it - she was quite an experienced cocksucker.
And of course this boosted Mary's esteem, causing her to work harder on pleasing him. The better she did the shorter this "torture" would end, she thought. She had measured the hard penis while it was in her hand. It was larger than her husband's, half-an-inch longer and almost twice as thick. She cursed God for allowing this little troll to have such a magnificent cock when her handsome husband wasn't as well endowed.
During the blowjob, she kept her eyes closed and concentrated on only the penis, not who it belonged to. She was not sure how long she worked on it, but it seemed like a very long time. Mary hoped the dwarf wouldn't want to cum in her mouth. It caused her horror just to think of it. Up until the time her hand measured the cock, Mary had been unexcited; now the gorgeous cock was getting her vagina a little wet. It would cause her to be very excited, if only she didn't have to fight the idea of who it belonged to.
The first indication that his cock was about to explode was his hands descending again around her head, messing her hair. The next was the fact it gotten harder, if possible, and then a little larger just before it exploded.
The cum shot against the back of her throat, and she could feel it trickle down into her stomach. As she expected he forced her mouth down until it encircled the whole cock, but after his first shot, he quickly yanked her hair and head off his cock. The next shot hit her half-open mouth, the next her cheek. He pulled her head back against him, rubbing his slowly softening cock along her wet cheek and closed eyes.
Slowly the jerking subsided, and the flow of sperm stopped. Mary was extremely revolted. Just the thought and feel of that sperm rubbing along her soft white skin of her beautiful face caused her to almost throw up.
"Hum, God, that was good! I'm starting to think you may be a valuable asset to this station." His hands had let go of her head, and she looked up into his face, smiling her award-winning smile while the sperm coated at least half her face.
Chuck's finger rubbed along her cheek, then pushed into her mouth. Amused he watched as she hid a gag then tried to seductively suck it clean before he repeated the sequence.
Almost tenderly, he said, "Lick me clean, Mary. Then I'm going to fuck you good and hard."
Slowly her head descended and her tongue stuck out of her mouth. She lapped along his semi-hard cock, cleaning the sperm and spittle from its uneven surface. She swallowed hard, after sucking her tongue clean between licks.
Chuck lifted the gorgeous thirty-four year old up by her arms and held her. She stood still, waiting for his command. His eyes descended down her attractive body, then zeroed in on her white silk panties. He could see the dark mark where her juices had stained the virgin white surface.
He ran a finger along the length of the soft material, feeling the coarse hair beneath the fabric's surface, and under that a slimy softness. He pushed the fabric past the hair and into the gully of her pussy lips. A shiver ran through her when he poked at a hard little bud of her clitoris.
His hands guided her body to his desk; she bent over the big wooden table, her ass not two feet from where he had been sitting. He commanded, "Arch your back, slut!" She did as commanded, while realizing she could feel his warm breath on her left cheek. His fingers tugged at the gee-string, pulling it past her hips, then down past her ass and to her mid- thighs, where he left it. His hands again played with her generous but shapely asscheeks.
Chuck could see her dark crack descending between her thighs, and when he pulled her cheeks apart, he could see her puckered little anus, and lower, her hairy brown bush with only a little pink visible.
"Spread your legs wider, fuck toy!" She complied, knowing the end was in sight. After he fucked her, he would give her job back to her, and let her go home. She knew after a new contract she wouldn't have to let this little troll fuck her ever again. A picture of her husband flashed into her head, and she knew she was doing this for him.
She was wrong.
She spread her legs until the mid-thigh panties hindered her; she arched her back out knowing he was getting an eyeful, thinking, 'You'd better enjoy it - it'll be the last time you have such a gorgeous woman to fuck.'
A thick, chubby finger pressed against her anus. Mary almost screamed out, but bit her lip. Would the dwarf sodomize her? Of course she would let him, but the "forbidden" act scared her. His finger ran down to her flowered-open cunt lips. He pushed inwards, his finger slowly disappearing into her warm wet grotto of love. This time she bit her lip from the pleasure of his digit inside her aching cunt, wondering how could she get excited from this hideous monster.
"Hold your asscheeks apart, slave!" Slowly she did, hating the vulnerable position she was in.
The chair behind her squeaked, and she could sense him standing behind her. Chuck's finger pulled out of her loose wet cunt and his cock entered her. Fast and hard. She couldn't hold back the scream this time.
The office door opened and the plain secretary was standing there, mouth open and eyes glued to the scene behind her boss' desk. Chuck smiled at her, then waved her away, amused at her startled and questioning look.
Mary was horrified - someone knew! She didn't have time to contemplate the fact that someone had seen her half laying on her boss' desk, naked, with her own hands holding her asscheeks apart, and her boss' stomach pressed against those same asscheeks.
The reason was that Chuck began to fuck Mary, hard and fast. Her cunt was making squishing, popping noises while the sound of his front hitting her cunt and ass reverberated around the room. His long, wide cock filled her up like none other. She hated it, and loved it at the same time.
Chuck felt great. Here he was, fucking the anchorwoman over his desk, the same one that always looked upon him with disdain. She was making noises like she was indeed enjoying herself, not just pretending. But Chuck wanted to make her pay, he wanted to let her know she was being degraded.
Mary felt the first smack on her bottom as the sharp pain ran up her spine. Chuck began to spank her shapely behind, alternating between cheeks. She wiggled her ass, screamed for him to stop, promised him an eternity of sex. But he didn't stop, only laughed - an insane, enjoyable laugh. Again and again, he spanked her round bottom, getting great enjoyment from the act. His lunges got faster, harder, more determined.
Mary realized her voice could be heard outside the door, and the secretary would be listening to the animal sex sounds inside the office. Would the woman tell anyone? As long as Mary kept her job, nothing else mattered.
Chuck stopped spanking her, and ceased his lunging. The both of them caught their breath. When he was about to renew his fucking of her wet gash, a finger slid down her sweaty ass crack to her anus. There it entered her quickly and sharply, not caring for her discomfort. Again, Mary was made to yell out in pain. The finger pulled out and entered her again and again, in time to his thick cock in her pussy.
It was perverse and degrading, but the not-so-young anchorwoman was enjoying herself. She hadn't realized it until she felt the familiar itching of her crotch, but an orgasm was building. Of course, she didn't stop screaming or trying to crawl across the desk - she had to convince her boss that he was harming her, it wasn't seemly for a lady to be in such a position and to enjoy it. But she soon lost control of herself. The screams of pain and pleading turned to passion. She ground herself against his ample stomach on every downthrust, enjoying the feel of his hairy stomach against her now-tender asscheeks. She could feel his balls slamming the underside of her crotch in time to his thrusts. Even his violating finger was enjoyable, and brought a new sensation upon a never-before-experienced nerve.
Chuck loved it! With his free hand he reached up, grabbed at her messy mane of fake blond hair, and pulled. This caused her back to arch even more, her ass to get rounder and the channel of her cunt to be smoother, and Mary moaned out her pleasure at the new position.
Words escaped his mouth, "Ride me, bitch!...Wet cunt...show me how much this job means to you!", among other things.
While Mary moaned and screamed out, "Yes!...Thick cock...finish me...God, please...fuck me...yes!" Of course, many of the words couldn't be used on the air.
Surprising to both, Mary was the first to cum, her orgasm shaking the heavy wooden desk and almost dislodging her partner. Outside the accompanying scream of pleasure could be heard clearly by the embarrassed secretary.
Before Mary even stopped shaking, Chuck began to shoot his sperm into the anchorwoman, violating her with his life-giving juices a second time. He pushed his finger into her mouth, reaching around her body. She sucked on it hungrily, not knowing it was the same that had been in her asshole.
When finally Chuck pulled out his considerably smaller cock from the slimy wet hole and fell back to his chair, Mary fell to her knees in front of him. Quickly taking his cock into her mouth, she cleaned him expertly with tongue and lips, almost with a love that had not been present several moments before. She worshipped the swiftly softening penis, the object that had caused her a surprising amount of pleasure, surprising since she had never liked the taste of her own juices or even sperm before.
Only when Chuck's cock was clean did Mary take her head off his lap and leaned in on a beefy trouser-covered leg, eyes looking up into his. "Well, darling?" He didn't say anything, just sat with his head back, resting. "Is it a deal?"
He finally moved, slowly and resistant, as if not wanting to be interrupted. "I will talk to my father, and I'm sure he'll see things my way!" He pushed her head off his lap and zipped up his pants.
Mary was very happy. She had won! Chuck would let her keep her job, doing what she knew only she could do, and if she had to sleep with him again, that wouldn't be so bad. He wasn't as bad as she had originally thought! Her orgasm was certainly proof of that, rare as they were.
As she dressed, using her still-moist panties to wipe her face and inner thighs clean, she tried to still be seductive, hoping to again catch his eye, letting him now she was now available. She would of course need a quick trip to her dressing room to clean up. When finally she was dressed and fairly presentably she turned to the relaxing man, happy she pleased him, and was about to speak.
He interrupted. "If only the audience could see you now, hum?"
She laughed, knowing that she still needed much work to look as she always did to the viewers every night, but took it as a compliment.
"As we agreed, you would continue to work at this studio, and as my personal assistant. Here, sign this..." He pushed a prepared sheet towards her.
Her old temper began to flare. He had already made the decision to keep her on, but let her lower herself to desperate acts while he already had a contract written out. Then she realized that most men couldn't possibly control themselves with an attractive seductive woman like herself, offering them a chance at her. Without really looking at the writing she signed the paper, then bent over the desk to deeply kiss her boss, now lover.
Mary was almost out the door when Chuck again spoke up. "See you tomorrow, in studio six."
She spun around. That was the daytime talk show studio! Was he just playing games with her? She saw his malicious smile of triumph.
"You'll be the new host of our home show, and of course you'll have to move your stuff out of the newsroom by tomorrow." A tear began in her eye. "Now get the fuck out of my office!" he shouted, standing up.
Her whole body was frozen. She hadn't won after all. He only used her to get whatever he wanted. She would be the host of some mindless housewife show after ten years as the host of this city's best news hour. A glob of sperm and vaginal juice slid out of her uncovered cunt and down the insides of her thighs, reminding her of what had happened earlier. Mary felt very sorry for herself. She didn't think about her kids or her husband, only about her own selfish needs.
She spoke up, afraid for the first time of the short fat man on the other side of the room. "What about our deal of a personal contract?" She had earlier hoped that it would have been enough to convince her boss, but she doubted it now.
He laughed, "You're still a good-looking woman, Mary, but you're getting old. And besides the new girl replacing you is much more convincing!"
Mary left his office, his laughter still echoing in her ears. The secretary watched nervously out the corner of her eye, slight amusement hidden on her face. The ex-anchorwoman ran to her car and drove quickly home.