So, the basis of these stories is that Caroline is a stuck up, nasty boss that everyone fuckin' hates, with a passion.
She's mean, but pretty, although sarcastic, with a plummy English Home Counties accent. She thinks she is better than everyone else. Caroline is a Senior Partner on a Business Park/Industrial Estate and works with her Husband, Peter. He is a fuckin' wimp and doesn't really like her that much anymore. He dreams of shagging secretaries on the side (probably badly) and is completely weak and spineless. He has trouble getting it up, which is fucking up the marriage because even though Caroline, his wife, is stuck up, she likes hard cock stuck up her, and goes into submissive mode whenever she sees young blokes who can keep it up and stuff her fanny good and proper.
She dresses very posh, her long blond hair is immaculate. Her ample chest is a 36D size and all natural. She works out and takes a pride in her appearance as a leading local businesswoman.
She and her husband have had trouble with the adjoining firm who do airsoft/paintballing. It turns out that the thieving bastards are in for a bit of blackmail. They wouldn't mind a piece of Peter and Caroline's business, along with their land and equipment and are hatching a plan to drive a bigger rift between Peter and Caroline, and also worm their way into their business (mostly through Caroline's expensive satin panties) to get control, cash and land.
The owner is Sid and he has a young son called Mikey who knows Caroline and has given her pussy a thoroughly stiff workout with his 10 inch long dong. He is tall and lanky, an avid car enthusiast, mechanic and a gamer. He shags around loads and can handle himself with a bit of a temper. He's crude, sweary and domineering which fits in nicely with our MILF cunt and she gets really submissive around this type of bloke.
Caroline has had a few spa treatments and rested up after being pelted with paint. She's had to bin her ruined lingerie and reached into the wardrobe this morning for her workwear for today. Peter couldn't get it up on her this morning, she's called him a useless twat and wiggles her little finger at him. The morning has not started well for them.
He gets a bit embarrassed and slopes off, all humiliated.
"What a fuckin loser." she says.
So, she picks out her clothes, an ivory coloured Basque today, satin wide shoulder straps, satin finish, satin ivory panties, nice shiny wide ass back to them. Stockings of course, nude coloured 15 denier and black 6" high heels. Standard Skirt suit goes on, conservative in style, skirt length just above the knees, and a shiny white, rollneck sweater, clinging tightly to her 36D top bollocks nicely. She does her makeup, grabs her bag and drives Peter and her to the premises.
She gets to the desk, puts bag down and gets a text message on her phone. Her car is due to go to the garage around the corner at lunchtime. Text says to be there at 1200. Two hour service. Requires her to be there in person. She scrolls down, it says they have ordered, oil, lube and plenty of fuckin' rubber! She scrolls down further, the text says:
'DONT BE FUCKIN' LATE CUNTY.'
"Fuck the car, I'm gettin' a fuuuuckin service!" she says.
Her beef curtains are now fizzing with sexual anticipation.
All morning her panties get wetter and wetter; she even has a crafty wank in the toilet thinking about it.
1200 comes, time for her service. She takes the car around the garage to be greeted by Mikey. He says,
"Got the text then Cunty."
"My name is Caroline, here for a service if you don't mind."
"Your name is Cunty."
It says here you see love, his finger jabbing at the worksheet.
"That is not my name Michael."
Gav who is also in the workshop shouts out:
"Woooooah, difficult customer eh, Mikey?"
"Nah, Cunty needs to relax a bit he says, still the customer is always right, a good service she shall have, stick her motor round the back mate in case her useless fuckin' husband pitches up, we'll say it's on a test run or some shit."
