It’s her fault for dressing so provocatively.

Many moons ago, I briefly worked in the offices of a local warehouse. I was given the opportunity of taking over a meagre management role from a sweet girl who was working her notice.

The girl in question was called ‘Hayley’. She was quite pretty, but more importantly, she sported such prestigious and pendulous norkage that she could render a man to full-on, diamond-cutting stiffiness from 500 yards.

Anyway, I started work and the flirting began almost immediately. She would wear fishnet stockings over her shapely legs, carefully ensuring that I saw the stocking tops under her increasingly alluring clothing.

She was also very ‘touchy-feely’ and would giggle outrageously at my jokes, blushing every time I was 'suggestive'.

Word soon started to spread around…and because I had to ‘shadow’ her for the entire handover period, it became almost inevitable that something would happen. The chemistry all but fizzed and crackled in the air.

For meetings with the ‘big boss’ (who was an 'Uber-cunt extraordinaire'), we used to relieve the boredom by playing the tried and tested game of dropping obscure words into the conversation. As soon as one person had managed it, the task was passed to the other.

It was always worth a little chuckle, but worth much more for the gropes hugs I would receive as we laughed about our jollities later.

We were getting on so well, that after a while I decided to add a little 'rule' for the next meeting...that the person who ‘lost’ the game had to pay a forfeit of the winner's choosing (to make it more ‘interesting’).

What followed was a ridiculous situation where, much to our erstwhile manager’s confusion, we mercilessly (and increasingly tenuously) managed to insert the word ‘badger’ into the meeting about 17 times each…

Inevitably, we were both soon running out of ideas…and it was my turn…

But then, after a flash of inspiration, I picked up the report we were about to discuss and commented:

“This report doesn’t look very ‘corporate’. It doesn't even show the company Badge…

...errrr”

Hayley burst out laughing, before announcing: ‘That doesn’t count!’ in front of an utterly bewildered boss who had no idea what we were talking about as we playfully argued mid-meeting.

But afterwards, Hayley was a good sport…she eventually conceded defeat and accepted my forfeit.

...which was to do her up the arse.

Oh, how we laughed...as my hot splooge dribbled down her succulent bum cheeks after the frenzied rampant anal pummelling that she won’t forget in a hurry.

Them's the rules.
(Mr Twisty Cheeky The worst kept secret in B3ta..., Tue 13 Jan 2009, 9:36, 1 reply)

Haha!
Win!
(vibrating tuna, Tue 13 Jan 2009, 14:19, closed)