Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  Maggie was faking signatures on her risk reports. He was going to talk to Dave in the morning and get this bitch fired. CIO or not, faking your costing reports was a fireable offense. Heck, as an officer of the company it may be worse than if a lowly SVP had done it. Either way Maggie's time was up.

  Craig smiled and went back to the filing cabinet.

  - - -

  Craig's night was restless. It was all very well to talk about getting executives fired but the truth was Maggie was a very dangerous woman. It came down to whether Craig really had the balls to call her on her hypocrisy. And so it was a very nervous and unsure Craig that arrived at his status meeting with Maggie. He was on time, having been keenly aware of his coming meeting with the woman he had discovered was perpetrating fraud against the firm, and he sat down in silence. His work was in good shape. He actually had a couple of things he needed her to help him with: chasing down answers from the steering committee, that kind of thing, but before he could get into the actual value-added side of the meeting she came back to the signatures.

  He flinched. In all the excitement of the night before he had not actually finished faking up his sign-off sheets, but had focused on amassing his board of evidence instead. He blanked. Errr.

  "Sorry, Maggie, I got five of the seven but . . ."

  She cut him off, "Craig, I don't understand what the problem is here." she said with an undertone of contempt, "It's a simple task. Get the signatures. Why do you have so much trouble doing it?"

  Craig seethed. He struggled with his anger, not trusting himself to reply but instead waiting for her to move on to the next agenda item.

  But she did not desist, pushing onward with her mean black eyes shining out from her pudgy cheeks as she badgered, "Well, Craig? Is there some valid reason why you can't get this done?"

  He did not reply.

  A moment passed.

  "I'm waiting."

  Ordinarily Craig would have been mortified. It was not the first time he had seen this kind of childish behavior on the part of an executive, nor the first time he had been on the receiving end of it, and usually the moral superiority and rank of the executive would have made him meek and pliant. But now it was not bureaucracy it was hypocrisy, and Craig felt his patience snap like an overstretched elastic band.

  "Well, Maggie," he said with cold venom, "maybe I should just have faked the fucking signatures."

  They both froze, equally surprised by what had just come out of his mouth. Craig was flabbergasted, a part of his mind seeking some way to cram his own words back into his mouth. But a part of Craig also registered a look he did not recognize on Maggie's face. Something unfamiliar on that haughty visage.

  In an instant it was gone again, masked by a veneer of superiority, and she postured with masterfully feigned indignation, "What did you just say to me?" her face the picture of righteousness.

  And then Craig recognized that emotion he had seen in her. It was fear. Something she never felt around such peons as himself. But he had made her feel it and he intended to push onwards.

  "I said, Maggie, that maybe I should just fake the signatures, like you do on the project costing and risk reports."

  Her eyes opened wide. Her mask was shattered. She struggled to restore her cool but it was a poor imitation of her previous posture. An imitation which fooled no-one. She was mute, and Craig went on.

  "That's right, Maggie. I saw the signatures, last night I went looking for an old sign-off sheet. Ironically I was looking to copy some old signatures myself so I could avoid your wrath. But then I found a few little forgeries already in the file."

  He saw her shoulders tense, registered a bead of sweat on her neck as it began its path down between her breasts to be lost in her blouse.

  "I wonder, Maggie, What Dave Wright would think if I showed him his signatures on those reports."

  "No!" her voice was meek, broken. A squeal almost, and Craig saw her for what she really was: a coward just like every petty bully from kindergarten to college. A feeling of power came over Craig and he felt a serene sense of calm. But then he saw another drop of sweat slide down between her breasts and his calm began to morph into something darker.

  "No, Maggie? What do you mean? I shouldn't show Dave those reports? But what about the auditors, Maggie?" Craig said with ladled facetiousness, "Tell me, Maggie, it is such a simple task, getting the signatures, why did you have so much trouble doing it?" He mocked her tone of earlier in their conversation and she nodded, clearly looking to talk her way out of it.

  "You're right, Craig. I was a bitch." she said with forced humility, "I shouldn't have pushed on that. Tell you what, why don't we take a look at your project plan? I'm sure there is some way we can alleviate some of your workload, maybe give you a Friday or two off, you know, off the books. Huh?"

  He chuckled, "A Friday or two off?" he laughed again, "No no, Maggie. I know how important the rules are to you. I think I will go and get my two outstanding signatures and pop into Dave's office while I am at it. You know I used to work for him, right?"

  She implored him with her eyes, "All right, Craig, what do you want?" She was desperate, but there was a hint of anger in her voice and Craig found it annoying. She still thought she was better than him. No. No fucking way. He was going to get even with her. And he was going to get something out of it, too. Not just a couple of days off but a raise, maybe even a promotion. But he was going to put her in her place as well. Not in public. That would cash in his bargaining chip and he intended to hold on to that for as long as possible. Another drop of sweat slid down between those large, heavy breasts. He watched it go and he knew what he wanted.

  "You know, Maggie, it's interesting. At first I thought maybe you had just wanted to cut corners. Maybe you just wanted to shave a little off the process, just like I did last night. I have to tell you that if you hadn't have pushed me this morning I would probably have ended up just letting it go." he chuckled softly to himself but she was not registering. She was only listening for the punch line so he decided to give it to her.

  "But you did push it, didn't you, and now you are really squirming. Not just like someone who doesn't want to be called out, but like someone who knows that something far more serious will be discovered if a certain Mr. Wright takes a close look at those reports. And now you are going to pay for my silence. Certainly with a raise, probably with a promotion, but first and foremost with a fuck."

  Now she was staggered. The raise and promotion she had clearly been half expecting. But had he just said fuck?

  "You can't be serious."

  "Maggie Reid, if you don't do everything and anything I say for the next half an hour I am going to take all the sign off sheets and their corresponding documents to Dave Wright and I am going to drop you right in the shit. End of career. End of reputation. Your paycheck: Gone. Your retirement: Gone. Your stock options: Gone."

  She was sweating hard now. There was a long pause while Craig waited for his previous statement to hit home. It seemed like an age, but after a while of staring at him, stunned, she shifted a little in her seat, and without a word she nodded.

  Now it was Craig's turn to look like a deer in the headlights. What to do now? This was it. Holy shit he was about to fuck his boss. His bitch boss.

  He stood and went to the door, locking it and wedging a chair under it. When he turned back to her she was staring at him in disbelief but he pressed on. Walking over to her he towered over her. She sat there, fat in her chair. Late forties. About forty pounds overweight, and as she stared he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.

  She did not move, she just sat there, transfixed by this stunning turn in her day and he reached out and grasped the back of her head and pulled it to him. His cock was hardening by the second and it stuck out, seven straight inches, the big purple head throbbing. Almost involuntarily her mouth opened and he pushed his cock in.

  Holy Crap! He smiled broadly in quiet astonishment. His dick was in her mouth. He could feel
her tongue sliding over it. Her eyes were open wide, staring at the base of his shaft as it sprang from his pants and he felt the need to do more. To show her how far he was going to go. Still fucking her face, the first four inches or so of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, he unbuckled his belt and undid the buttons, pushing his pants down.

  He pulled his cock from her mouth and dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles, then lifted his cock with his right hand and pulled her head in with his left, saying, "Lick my balls, you fucking bitch."

  She flinched at his cruel words and he saw a tear on her cheek but she went in hard, licking them, her fat cheeks rubbing against his thighs as she arched her head back to take his balls in her mouth.

  As her tongue flicked over his perineum a thought flashed across his mind and he smiled. "Lie down, Maggie. Lie down on the floor."

  As she clumsily clambered to the floor he kicked off his shoes, pants and underwear and stood over her in his socks and shirt, his feet either side of her head.

  He was facing down her body, looking at her lying prone on the floor. She was wearing a black shirt. It was long, like most of her skirts. Fabulous. He was going to get under that skirt today. And he was going to fuck what he found under there. His gaze wandered back to her face between his feet, staring up at his balls from underneath him. She looked afraid. Did she know what he was going to have her do? Only one way to find out.

  He lowered himself on to her, squatting on her face. He wasn't going to poop on her or anything like that but he was certainly going to have her rim him. Long and deep. Maggie the bitch CIO was going to lick his ass clean and then he was going to fuck her.

  "Lick it, Maggie. Lick my asshole."

  He plopped his ass on her face, looking between his legs to make sure his balls were on her chin and his hole was right on her face and then he felt her mouth and nose between his cheeks.

  Like all bullies she was all talk in the end, and when she was beaten she was really beaten. Her fat tongue came out from her fat lips and pushed straight up his asshole, no fucking around.

  He sighed. It felt wonderful. The soft wet tongue fucking his ass with abandon. he had never had this power. A couple of girlfriends had done this to him, always slightly begrudgingly. Once he had dated a real goer who had been willing to go to town, but not on demand, only when the mood grabbed her. This was different. He could get this woman to do whatever he wanted. It would have been cruel but for the fact that she was such an almighty bitch and had ruined so many peoples' lives for so long. No, Maggie Reid had it coming, and Craig was going to give it to her.

  Craig rested one hand on Maggie's fat stomach and reached out with the other to pull up her skirt. The woman's legs instinctively pulled together as she tongue fucked his ass but no matter. It was a warm day and she wasn't wearing stockings. Her milky white legs were exposed under her skirt.

  Thick thighs, not flabby so much as full looking, overstuffed. Firm and large. It was a lovely sight, and though Craig was loving having his ass licked he decided he wanted more and stood up.

  Stepping over to the seat Maggie had sat in only moments before he sat his bare ass down in it, savoring the feeling of her saliva between his cheeks.

  "Get up. I want to have a look at you."

  She did, standing in front of him and glancing at the door as he reached over and lifted her skirt.

  Sliding his chair back from the desk he pointed at the bare wooden surface saying, "Bend over the desk."

  She glanced at the door again and then complied, bending away from him and resting her elbows on the desk with large ass presented to him. He reached down and took hold of the hem of her skirt again, this time lifting the whole thing up and over her waist and exposing beige silk drawers beneath. Fuck yeah. Leaving her skirt on her back above her waist Craig pulled her panties down in one swift movement, impatient now, leaving them bunched on the floor around her ankles. Oh my, he thought as he stared at her fat white ass.

  He grabbed roughly at the orbs. This was awesome. He pulled them apart, staring at the pussy and asshole between. Her labia was swollen, her body preparing for the coming fucking in spite of her. She was hairy. Not excessively, but black hairs covered her mound where it hid between her hefty thighs and tiny wisps surrounded her asshole which was clearly clean but slightly brown with a pink, puckered center. It was a little sweaty from being squeezed by her fat cheeks. He brushed it with his thumb. It tightened, as if it was squirming away from him. The sight inflamed him. Fuck it, he said, and he buried his face between her cheeks and thrust his tongue up her sweaty ass.

  He violently tongue fucked her ass, making her bottom wobble. Occasionally he dipped down and licked the entrance to her cunt. He could not quite reach her clit from this angle but he still slipped his tongue in her pussy too, savoring the contrasting flavors of her tight, tangy anus and her wet, meaty vagina.

  Her anal sphincter was tight around his tongue and he fought the urge to thrust his thick cock up there. Compliant she may be, and considering how she had eaten his ass without complaint he could probably get away with it. But if she cried out in pain they would both be left with some explaining to do and he wanted to savor this.

  He was loving licking her ass. It was sweaty and fabulous, her fat cheeks wobbling as he held them apart, violating his boss's shit hole with his tongue. But it was too much. He needed to fuck her and he needed to fuck her now, and if he was going to fuck his boss he wanted to see her face when he did it.

  "Roll over on your back, now."

  She did, standing to turn and rest her bum on the desk and then leaning back. She held onto his shoulders as she leant back and then lifted her legs in the air as her back fell to the table. He grabbed her ankles as they came up either side of him and spread them apart, staring down at her hairy cunt, a wet, pink gash gaping at its center and calling to him.

  Oh fuck that looked good and some other time he knew he was going to spend hours eating that pussy properly, but for now he held on to her ankles and shifted his hips to position his cock at the entrance to her. He glanced at her face as he did this. Pure, unadulterated hate tinged with the aftermath of her surprise burned in her eyes. But smoldering there too was lust. She hated him for the fact that she was going to enjoy being fucked by him as much as the fact that she had lost all her power in an instant.

  But her hatred only goaded him on. He smiled sardonically, locking eyes with hers and pushed his cock in.

  Fuck yes. His cock thrust into her with meaty force and filled her cunt. She grunted as it filled her. A nice big cock right up her. Her eyes closed as he started to fuck her. Long deep strokes. He was staring at his cock as it disappeared in and out of her cunt, savoring the sight, but she was biting her lower lip, her face scrunched up as he pounded her.

  She could still taste his asshole on her tongue and feel the sweat from between his cheeks on her nose where it had been buried as she stuck her tongue where he shat from.

  He was thinking of that moment too as he fucked her. Smiling as his orgasm built. Usually he would be starting to think about whether he was satisfying his lover at this point but there were no such worries now.

  "Oh, yes, Maggie," he panted, a wicked smile on his face as sweat began to bead on his brow.

  "I am going to pump you full of my cum, you bitch." she bucked under him, gripping the table with her hands to meet his thrusts. Anger coursed through her veins, amplified by the waves of sensation her wet cunt was sending through her body. And then it hit.

  He shuddered and thrust one last time, a deep, guttural grunt emanating from lips as he held himself deep in her, his cum shooting out of him into her womb.

  "Yes, that's it, feel my cum in you."

  She looked at him with the first signs of disdain returning to her spiteful eyes and he laughed. Still rebellious, huh?

  He relaxed his tensed shoulders and released her ankles.

  "OK, Maggie, on your knees."

  She looked at him. It wasn't over?<
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  He smiled and she took a deep breath before levering herself up to a standing position again. She did not meet his eyes as she stood, but simply lowered herself to her knees, holding her skirt up as she put first one knee, then the next on the ground.

  Sure enough he gripped her head again and told her, "Lick it clean, you hypocritical bitch, lick my cum and your cunt juice of my cock." And he pushed his dick into her mouth.

  She did as she was told. His cum was salty but not bitter, not very much coffee and a penchant for spicy sauce making it slightly sweet. It was going flaccid and as she sucked his cock she realized this last act was purely out of spite. But she had no choice and she sucked him dry, making sure she complied fully with his orders.

  He left her, kneeling. Cunt dripping cum and a mouth full of his jism as he pulled his pants back on, slipped his feet back in his shoes and unlocked the door.

  As he opened it he turned to her and saw her, deflated, hefting herself back into her chair. He stopped, walked back to her desk and leaned in close to her before speaking.

  "Err, Maggie, before I forget, I have a few things I need you to do."

  She looked at him, her face barely inches from his, still with fury in her eyes but also with a compliancy he liked seeing on her.

  "Firstly," he said, "cancel these status meetings from now on. You'll get my status when and if I choose to give it to you. Secondly, mark all my to-do's complete and I will get you what I think is actually necessary when and if I feel like it. You can deal with gathering approval signatures whenever you think it is necessary, just as you do with your own documents."

  She nodded, her resistance slowly grinding down. He went on, "Umm, oh, and I suggest you put in for that promotion for me. The review cycle is only a couple of months away and we should get that process rolling. I am due in a year anyway so it should be pretty easy. You should aim to exceed my expectations on that one, is that clear?"

  She nodded again, knowing she would try hard to get him promoted away from her, in an attempt to remove the threat and give her an opportunity to get herself out of this mess.