| Power Play, Chapter 1 This is Part One of a projected three chapters and this one doesn't contain any lolita sex but does set the scene for plenty in Chapter Two! The CEO's office at Cole Holdings Looking at my reflection in the full length mirror I'm happy with what I see! I reckon I still rate as a pretty good MILF, not that I'm a mother, but I'm certain there's plenty would still love to fuck me. My hair is a sort of dull brick red, cut short and shaped to my skull. My skin is a creamy olive and my eyes are splinters of jade behind my stylish spectacles. My face has been described as "severe" or even cruel, with a narrow lipped wide mouth, which shows off my expensive cosmetic dentistry. My one vanity; as the rest is all genuine me! My body's never had a lift or a nip/tuck and I've preserved it with sensible eating and a tough gym regime. My legs are still excellent, turning slightly I check that the seams of my black stockings are arrow straight, as they vanish beneath the hem of my skirt. While looking back I ask myself if my bum looks big in my short, pleated, skirt. Well it does a little but it's round and firm and gives people something to hang onto when things get hot. Turning to the front again I glance at my heavy breasts, solid and little sign of any droop or sag, once more that's down to my ruthless gym work. The copper silk of my blouse clearly shows the proud tips of my large nipples. Smoothing the skirt, that matches the blouse, I then run a comb quickly through my hair, and decide I'm well up to par. Slipping my feet into a pair of glove soft moccasins I stride out of my personal bathroom and into my office. Celeste Cole, chief executive and majority share owner of "Cole Holdings", aged fifty three, is ready to use her power for possible fun. A power play I suppose you could call it. Once settled in my swivel chair I tap a key on my desk console and speak. "Shannon is Mrs Ryan ready for her appointment?" "Yes Ms Cole shall I send her in?" "Please do my dear; no visitors and hold all my calls until we're finished. Unless it's Her Majesty or God wanting to talk to me!" Leaning back in my chair I watch as my door swings open and Samantha Ryan enters. I'm an even five feet six so she must be a good four inches taller than me though she's slender and willowy. Her breasts, though small, are firm, and they jiggle as she sways towards me. Clearly no bra today Sammy! She's wearing stilettos which add to her height, a black pencil skirt, and a dazzling white man style shirt. She seems cool, confident, and to me anyway, oozing sex appeal. Her skin is very pale, her hair is in short curls of ebony silk, when she smiles she reveals teeth as good as mine that probably cost her nothing, nature has provided her with a neat and pearly white display. "You wanted to see me Ms Cole?" "Yes indeed Samantha, please take a seat won't you?" The chairs facing my desk are only marginally less comfortable and expensive than mine; and as she seats herself I get a glimpse of her lean thighs and the taut triangle of her satin panties. I feel a frisson of sexual heat crackle between my thighs as she leans forward a little to face me. I'm totally in control here and I can't lose out even if I don't win what I want! Picking up the file from my desk I flip it open, and then appear to glance at it, though I've already studied and digested its contents. "Samantha! You've been with us now for what? Five years or a little longer? Twenty six when you joined us and you've made steady progress up the corporate ladder since then. Your record is exemplary!" I leave a pregnant pause to hang in the air before continuing. "It's such a pity you have that one tiny blemish on a perfect record!" She still looks as cool as ice as she raises one eyebrow fractionally. "What blemish would that be Ms Cole?" I give her my best "smile on the face of the tiger" then drop the bombshell. "Why dear the money you've been embezzling from the company for the last three years of course." My God she's good! She doesn't turn a hair or twitch, not the slightest sign of a fidget or a bead of sweat on her smooth brow. "I'm sorry Ms Cole this must be some kind of a dreadful mistake. I've no idea what you're talking about." I tilt my chair back to grin toothily at her as I move in for the kill. "Samantha do you know Alexis Summers from Finance section? She's hard to miss; she looks the ultimate nerd, thick glasses, frumpy clothes, and a pocket always full of pens. However I find her a lovely girl and I'm looking after her personally to guide her career. She's probably the only one in the building who could have caught on to how you were siphoning off the money. She'll be getting rewarded by me in more ways than one I can assure you!" Two tiny lines have appeared between her brows, and her lips have thinned as she regards me, but she just sits there in silence. I tap the sheaf of papers on my desk in front of me. "Don't bother to deny it my dear I have all the evidence, chapter and verse, right here. Now the question is what happens next? The first choice is we prosecute and you likely go to gaol for a long stretch. There is though an alternative where you stay free and clear as well as keeping your job. Are you interested my dear?" I can see I've caught her attention with my words. "Not that I'm admitting any of this Ms Cole but perhaps you could explain what you mean." I'm certain my next words confuse her and take her by surprise. "Have you heard the rumours about me since you started work here Samantha?" "What rumours would those be Ms Cole?" "Rumours about my sexual proclivities and orientation my dear. Rumours that aren't rumours but facts, I'm a lesbian, and many of those stories you've heard gossiped about me are 100% true. And that's where your way out lies. I enjoy sex with women but my tastes also lean towards much younger girls, pre teens or tweens as they like to call them nowadays." She's holding together without any hint she's worried or bothered as she shrugs and looks calm and relaxed when she speaks. "Not my business Ms Cole but even if it was what's all this got to do with me?" "Don't I recall you have a daughter Samantha? You brought her into the office on "Bring your kid to work day", her name's Giselle as I recall, after the ballet? She'll be eleven or twelve now I suspect. I'll make you an offer I think you can't refuse. I get to take your daughter to bed over the weekend and all this disappears. No charges, no gaol, you get to keep your job, so it's make your mind up time now my dear. I need an answer now or it's too late." For some time I get a calm and level stare before she speaks. "So you expect me to prostitute my daughter for you in exchange for escaping a possible prison sentence. What kind of a mother do you think I am?" "I think you're a practical woman Samantha! Remember you do this or go to gaol, lose your job, and Giselle will end up in care. Also be aware that I will pass the word to every business contact I have in the city, to make sure you never get a job like you've got now, with any of them." "How do I explain to my child what she's expected to do with you and what guarantee do I have that if she goes through with it you don't fire me and prosecute anyway?" I've been waiting for this one and I'm ready and prepared for it. "What you tell Giselle is your business; but this sheet of paper here is an affidavit granting you immunity from prosecution. You get that first, after my weekend with your daughter I sign off on an extension to your employment contract that ensures you keep your job for a minimum of another five years. You have to trust me for the second item but at worst your daughter and I make love together and you stay out of prison. At best you also get to keep your well paid job and the money you've skimmed off, if you trust me on that part!" Again I get that cool and measured stare from her deep blue eyes. "Do I get time to think about it?" "No dear this is a one off one time offer, it's now or never, make your mind up time is here!" "Okay it's a deal and I'll try to set things up so Giselle doesn't freak out too badly!" The fish has taken the hook so now is the time for me to claim my bonus. "Samantha have YOU ever had lesbian experiences?" "Of course I have, why do you ask?" "Because as soon as I sign the affidavit for you you're going to fuck me thoroughly right here in my office!" While I've been talking I've done two things. One being to sign along the dotted line so Samantha knows I mean what I say, the other is to slowly unbutton my blouse, right down to the waistband of my skirt, and then tug it out and shrug it off. My lacy bra's a front fastener so I unhook it to free my breasts and massage my hard nipples as I hold my eyes on Samantha's. "Samantha I want you to take off your shirt and skirt right now!" She's casual about it, no trace of nerves or embarrassment, as she pops the buttons to shed the white cotton. She reveals her pert breasts, crowned by small, pink, nipples. Next the button of her skirt, the zip slides down, a wriggle of her hips and she's standing before me in panties and stockings as she kicks off her high heels. Cupping and lifting my breasts I proffer them to her. "Now come over here dear and suck on my nipples for starters!" Kneeling before me she's tall enough, as I lean slightly forward, to take one swollen teat into her mouth, sucking hard and tonguing it expertly. The fingers of one hand clamp on my other breast, squeezing and kneading hard enough to cause me pain, but the right kind of pain. It all feels so good but I'm burning for more! Sensing my need her mouth leaves a wet and erect nipple to nibble at my neck, sucks on the lobe of my ear, and then closes on my mouth. Her hot and skilled lips, her invading tongue, her hot thick saliva, are driving me crazy! Then she flips up the hem of my short, pleated, skirt. I'm not wearing panties! I wanted to be sure she could get at me with a minimum of delay. My vulva is shaved as smooth as a peach! Gazing down at my splayed thighs I can see my labia are reddened and puffy with desire. Already oozing my thick lubricant I can't wait any longer. "Get down lower darling and eat me and fuck me hard!" Bowing her head I first feel her warm breath on my lower belly then she's lightly kissing the silky skin on my inner thighs, soft kisses and tiny nips from those sharp little teeth have me wriggling on my chair. She keeps me waiting until my hand cups the back of her head, to steer her mouth onto my cramping pussy, and then I lean back to allow her do whatever she likes to my soft flesh. The tip of her tongue flutters over the wet pleats of my labia and a deep groan escapes my lips, as incredible darts of fire sizzle through me. My thighs spasm, clamp on her head, and then splay wide again as her stiffened tongue burrows deep inside me. My vaginal muscles are trying to clamp onto that tongue as it swirls around inside me, her lips are sucking on my plump labia, and by now all I can do is whimper and tremble like a leaf. Then her fingers are probing me! At first she slides her middle finger into my sopping depths; a second follows, when the third enters me, filling me and stretching me wonderfully, I arch back and grit my teeth. I want to howl and scream, I can if I want to, my office is functionally soundproof, but I'll hang on till I hit my peak and erupt. My clit is hard and erect; she's pinched gently on my prepuce till that sensitive nub is bare and ready for her attention. Pursing her lips she blows softly on it till my entire body shudders, while three fingers thrust, slowly at first, then a little faster and more firmly, deeply into me. Fleetingly, in a haze of glorious sexual bliss, I realise I had asked her if she had ever had sex with a woman before. God she's a mistress of her trade for sure! Finally she goes for the big one! Her tongue slithers over my clit and now I feel I can scream, and I do! "Oh Jesus fucking Christ make me cum!" One hand pretty much buried inside me, her free hand presses down firmly on my lower belly, just above my slit, as her mouth works me frantically, taking me to the edge and then over it! Bucking my hips up at her hand and mouth I explode into a massive orgasm; that burns on and on. While I spurt my cream onto her delicious lips and mouth, as she drives me insane with pleasure. When I come out of my rosy haze of sex I realise my throat is raw from the howls of delight I've unleashed during my mindless and gigantic orgasm. I can barely think at first, never mind move, but looking down at her, her face smeared with my juices, I know next I want to give now I've received. Standing on rubbery legs I take her hands and tug her to her feet. Suddenly stronger now I push her back against my desk, then ease her buttocks onto the yards of antique oak. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of her briefs I wrench them down over her thighs and calves to toss them aside. At some time I've lost my blouse and bra onto my office carpet, I'm standing, in just stockings and a skirt, my thighs painted in pussy juice, my mouth watering at the prospect of going down on her taut pussy. Dropping to my knees I drape her long and elegant legs over my shoulders then plaster my mouth to her dripping crease. Her hands clamp and unclamp as I suck hard on her small pussy lips, pulling them tight then letting them snap loose. She sucks in a sharp breath, her belly ripples, and then her thighs are flexing as I draw my tongue from the pucker of her arse hole right up to her pussy then back down again. She tastes sharp, she's soaking wet, my open mouth sucks in her creamy discharge, as I do as she did, and bring my fingers into play. When I thrust two inside her, ruthlessly hard, she bucks like a wild horse on my desk. Her head's rocking back and forth on my blotter; her mouth opens in a silent scream, while the tendons in her neck stand out in sharp relief as I finger fuck her hard and fast. She's surprisingly tight in there for a woman who has given birth but that means she's being touched on every inch of her wet vagina. "Oh fuck I'm cumming!" Yes people do really say that as the big "O" arrives and hers is a big one definitely. The silent scream changes to a genuine one as she howls out her cum like a wolf. This time it's my face that's splattered with her hot cream as her hips pump insanely against my mouth and fingers. At last she wrenches my face away from her pulsing flesh as if she can't take any more. Her words tell me maybe I was wrong but that I've done her as hot and hard as any woman could want. "My God you really know how to give a girl a good time don't you? Well we're not finished yet!" She's as lithe and as supple as a snake as she rolls further onto my desk, catching my hand she draws me towards her, till I'm straddling her head and staring down at the triangle of her thighs. Beads of the juice from her explosive cum are sparkling on the small tuft of silky black down on her plump mound. The steamy scent of her aroused sex draws my head down to suck once more on her tender pussy. As my mouth clamps on her she cups that rounded rear of mine and eases me down to her waiting mouth. Her tongue, this time, ignores my pussy, and presses against the pucker of my arse, stiffening it she pushes past my sphincter and into my canal. I almost cum right off from that but I'm holding back as long as I can while a new climax builds. Her body is jerking under my tongue as we both head for another huge finish. Her fingers are buried deep in my pussy again, corkscrewing, till I lose it completely. Writhing on top of her I spray her with a huge, wet one, as she floods my mouth with her own spurt of fluids. Gasping for breath we sprawl there, in a sticky tangle of limbs. That palatial office of mine and the swish bathroom prove to be a gift from the gods at times like this, especially the shower cubicle! I'm showered, dried off, and clothed, when Samantha sways back into my office looking cool and impeccable again. Despite what I admit was some of the hottest and most frantic sex I've had for a long time she seems all business once more as I hand her "get out of gaol free" card. "Samantha darling that was superb but remember that was only a down payment! Friday afternoon and Giselle starts giving me the balance you owe me okay?" "Don't worry Ms Cole I'll be there with her prompt but now I'd really like to leave early just now. So I can ease her round to what she'll be doing with you for the weekend. God knows she's not quite twelve so how I do that is anybody's guess!" If she thinks a fine and frantic fuck session is going to get her and her kid off the hook so cheaply she's living in dreamland so there's one more thing to do. I hand her a card from my desk drawer, a card that's reserved for "special" visitors to my home, an address that few people outside of an "intimate" circle of friends know. The rest just have to make do with my town house location. "Five thirty Friday afternoon with Giselle, Samantha! You can stay the weekend too but I don't want any histrionics when I bed your daughter. Behave yourself and maybe we'll get it on together again too. Now off you go and explain to your darling daughter what will be required of her!" As she sashays out of my office is there an extra sway to her hips and those taut buttocks? Maybe she thinks she's got herself a good deal? Well if she's happy then I'm happier. In exchange for a few embezzled grand I get to fuck that slender tween for three days and nights! Time to buzz Shannon in! "Shannon can you step in here a moment?" Shannon's a tiny but lush little thing and she didn't get the job as my secretary/receptionist JUST on the basis of her astounding abilities between the sheets though that certainly did influence my decision. When she struts in do I pick up on a hint of pique in her demeanour? "Yes Ms Cole what can I do for you?" "Now now Shannon dear don't pout! I know Mrs Ryan's a very attractive woman but you still have a special place with me. To prove that to you I've just had a delicious thought. I'm having some guests at my country retreat, all ladies of course, how would you like to spend the weekend with us? I think we all will have an interesting time!" The pout's gone and her face lights up! "Oh thank you Ms Cole I'd love that!" "Shannon how many times have I told you that when it's just you and me it's Celeste! Now I want you to call Dave Allison in "Finance" and tell him I need to see Alexis Summers pronto and not to expect her back in hurry. I owe that girl big time and she's going to get a personal thank you off me." As my sweet little bundle of sex wiggles out of my office she isn't showing a hint of a pout. She's sure not showing jealousy at my summonsing Alexis. Long, nerdy, Alexis, who looks a frump but underneath, I think, there's a sexual volcano waiting to erupt. Though I seem to be the only one who has spotted her potential. For sure she doesn't figure on the lesbian grapevine here at headquarters but I think I've got her number; and I'm soon going to find out if I'm correct! Shannon probably just can't imagine me fucking a lass like Alexis! Samantha Ryan arrives home As I tool the BMW up my driveway I click the remote to start the garage door rising. Once inside I pull on the handbrake, cut the engine, and repeat the remote button to roll down the door. As it drops the neon lights click on automatically. Out of the driver's seat I close the door and thumb my fob to alarm my car. Unlikely anyone could gain access to my garage, especially once the security alarm is set, but I'm a belt and braces lady! Using my key I let myself through from the spotless garage into my sumptuous home. In the living room, sprawled on the settee, my daughter Giselle is waiting. I could never deny her as my child, there's nothing of her long departed father in her appearance and hopefully nothing of his character either. She's an almost twelve year old image of me. Tall for her age, slender, but like me she's by now showing slight curves. Already she possesses small and shapely breasts, her thighs are gently rounded, and her cute little rump is nicely shaped as well. She's wearing black leggings that end just above her knees and an orange crop top that shows off her flat belly; and the fact that I refused to let her have her navel pierced. "Hi mum how did work go?" I plonk myself down beside her on the settee, grin, suck in a deep breath, and then get started on the story. "Well babe we came close to serious trouble today but I think we've got away with murder, and you're the one that's going to get us out of the mess! She squeals delightedly and hops over to perch on my knees. "Tell me, tell me, tell me mum! What do I have to do to save the day?" She's getting just too big for this but she feels so good snuggled up against me. So now to explain the situation. Nuzzling at her ear I whisper to her. "Just exactly what we do together most nights sweetheart!" She wriggles on my lap and that sends shivers down my spine and tremors through my pussy. Somehow, and I can never figure out how she does it so fast and smoothly, she's popped open a few buttons on my shirt. Her hand has slipped inside and her fingers are teasing my hardening nipple. Her other hand has moved, just as slickly, under my skirt and between my thighs. Her slender fingers are caressing the already damp crotch of my panties. "So who do I have to fuck, why do I have to fuck her, and do you think she'll be a good fuck?" "Sweetheart I KNOW she's a good fuck but we've things to talk over about her." "Mum why don't we go up to our room and you show me how good you can fuck me then you can tell me all about what I've got to do with whoever she is? After I've fucked you that is!" I can't think of a single argument against that idea so, tall as my kid now is, I scoop her up and head for the stairs and our bedroom! |