By
Jay Alexander
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Summary of Pixie Story No. 5:
After Suzie's fight with Neil she sends Mr. Max Grifford (The owner of the company) the compromising photograph of Pixie sucking Neil's cock. But it isn't Neil who ends up in the firing line... it's her. After hours a meeting takes place where Mr. Grifford makes clear that Neil is on his last warning and that Suzie better start looking for another job. Mr. Grifford insults Pixie in the meeting but oddly then insists she accompany him to dinner. Pixie is bewildered but Max (as she now is allowed to call Mr. Grifford) explains it all perfectly. He knew she was the innocent party but had to be cruel to her in front of Neil and Suzie so that he wasn't seen to let her off the hook. They go to dinner and each has a pleasant time but as Max walks her to the train station he propositions her. Even since he first saw her he's wanted to rip her shirt off and fuck her and now he's acting on that desire. Pixie is overcome by what Max proposes. But his natural confidence and authority (despite the thirty-five year age gap) overwhelms Pixie's submissive nature. She says 'yes'.
The Story Continues...
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Max, fifty-five, a man of means with a bank account that places him, admittedly at the low end, amongst the thousand richest men in England.
Max, fifty-five, a man who owns half a dozen companies one of which: Regent Graphics, is one of the most successful digital graphic design companies in Europe. A company that just happens to employ a young receptionist called Pixie.
Max, fifty-five, a man who two and a half hours ago swallowed a little blue pill. A pill that has helped to keep his cock as hard and steady as an iron bar.
Max, fifty-five, a man a mere thirty-five years older than his intimate companion, whose young body he has exhausted. Her blonde hair sprawled out on the bed, her smooth back laid before him dotted with the soft rise of her spine, her almost non-existent arse pressed against the fuzz of his greying pubic hair as he buries his cock deeper and deeper inside her.
Max, fifty-five, a man who in three minutes from now will cum so hard that he will actually black out. His companion won't notice worn out as she is. He'll only black out for thirty seconds or so and his cock will still be hard and deep in that beautiful little pussy. He'll deposit all of his cum deep inside her and his cock will still be thick with it when he pulls out a second or two later.
Max, fifty-five, a man satisfied in life. A man who knows that laid beside this girl of twenty he looks quite ridiculous but doesn't care. Her young face, her clear skin, her slim hips, her sweet mouth, her little soft ears and her oversized fake breasts make his very core breakdown with the desire to take this girl all over again.
Four hours have passed and after a few hours sleep it is now 3am in Room 34 of The St. James Hotel; a private hotel just behind Russell Square, London. Max is stood in the bathroom naked, a face half covered in foam with a razor in one hand and the other pressing a head of blonde locks onto his crotch.
"Keep sucking you fucking bimbo."
Pixie keeps her rhythm, as Max dips the razor in warm water and addresses the other side of his face.
"That's it you little cock-sucking slut, keep at it, that's a good slut, keep at it my girl."
Pixie tries to catch his eye in acknowledgment but he's preoccupied with his sideburns. She keeps on sucking in a state of steady pleasure.
Max washes the last of the foam from his face. "Come on you little slut you can do better 'an that. I know you've sucked off half the fucking city so I know how good you must be."
Pixie goes faster. Her beautiful soft lips pressing as tight as she can make them around his shaft.
"Come on you blonde moron, faster, harder, come on you dumb plastic Barbie." He raises his voice and Pixie was so wet, so aroused, she really lets herself go and sucks as fast as she can. She holds his balls in her hand and squeezed them with every deep suck she takes as she tries to throat fuck him.
"You call that cock-sucking, you pathetic slut? Prove you're not pathetic, I know you're a slut." He grasps her head with both hands. His fingers deep in her butter yellow hair and face fucks her harder than she's ever known. She monetarily worries that she's choking as he rams his cock into her mouth and holds her fixed to the spot.
"Almost there bitch, almost there you whore, you slut, you blonde cock-sucking bimbo, you fake plastic fuckin' prozzy. Born to be on your knees, born to be..."
"...on your kneesssss." The word collapses into a hiss as he comes. He seems to slam it into her mouth. His cum fills her entire mouth and spills down her lips as she tries to swallow. She takes two big swallows of his cum and then gasps for air. He stands there shaking his cock over her expectant mouth. Little pearled droplets fall into her mouth and onto her tits and onto her face. She's so aroused she never wants it to stop.
But it did stop, it had to stop, Max has a flight to Hong Kong leaving in two hours and he's already late. He kisses her and fondles her breasts as he gathered his things. She stands naked pressed against him in his modest but reassuringly expensive brown suit.
"Right young Barbie, I'm off, I'll be back in a couple of days an' I'll call you soon as I'm back, alright?"
"Sure!" She stands to attention like a Boy Scout.
"Good girl. Right you rest up an' get some shut eye and be sure to make it to work. I ain't payin' you to lie in all day."
"I've already been working!" Pixie teases biting her lip.
"I you 'ave that, if only you were a good a receptionist as you are a fuck." He laughs as she plays along and pulls a face of faux consternation and gives him a playful push.
"Right some of us have got to go and make some money. I'll see you later." He kisses her on the cheek and leaves. The soft click of the door and the pad of his footsteps make Pixie feel a little sadness somewhere inside.
She climbs into bed and pulls the covers over herself and feels the creep of sleep already approaching. She intends to give a little thought to the last few days and how she happens to be in the bed of the owner of Regent Graphic's permanent hotel room in a very private and exclusive hotel in London. She runs a hand between her legs she's still wet. She slips a finger then two into her pussy, and just before sleep defeats her arousal she tries to remember all the dirty names Max had called her.
If Pixie's life has been going forward, transformed one week at a time in a way that was beyond her comprehension, then her work life had gone backwards. It had seemingly returned to those boring early weeks when she first started work at Regent Graphics. There was no Friday after hour sex sessions, there was no blackmail in the air, Suzie and Neil were back on a professional and distant footing. Even Paul the office bore had spoken to her of the cricket over the weekend, a subject that Pixie knew nothing about. But it made her feel comfortable and safe, boring yes but nice too.
Neil had difficulty trying to understand all that had happened, all that was still happening. He wondered if he'd lost his mind and if it had yet to fully return. He had hated Suzie with a passion that had made him instinctively curl his fingers into fists whenever his thoughts had turned to her. This had been supplanted by a strange perverse attraction. They had made love with a savage passion and a violence he had never put his body through before or been the recipient of. It had been exciting and dangerous. Then in a moment he had gone from her slave to her enemy again. He had fought her as his strange feelings for her had shattered in an instant, his hot blood curdling into poison. And after Suzie's exposé when she had tried to ruin his life he had felt pity for her, there had also been a small echo of their mutual attraction when, for the only time, their eyes had met in the office as Mr. Grifford laid down the law.
He looked through the open blinds in his office at Suzie. She was sat at her desk immersed in her work as usual. Her back straight, her proud face, her ferocious typing speed, her glossy oil black hair falling down on one side. Though she appeared no different to how she had seemingly always looked Neil felt that she had physically diminished in some imperceptible way. What did he feel when he clandestinely looked at her? He felt no hate, no violent passion, no pity, he felt something bigger than all of those things but he had yet to give it a name. He wanted first and foremost to be kind to her. To erase the last few weeks and to try and see if he couldn't change Mr. Grifford's mind. She was an invaluable member of his staff, she would be very hard to replace. He respected her, he admired her, he liked her, he...
"Here's the email you asked for, the details from that EMI promo, it's been pushed back till the New Year."
"Thanks Chris." Suzie looked up and gave Chris a small smile and then placed the sheet of paper beside her and resumed her work
Chris, twenty-three, an office temp made permanent had worked in the office for six months and had never known Suzie to smile at him, or anyone else for that matter. He ruffled his strawberry blonde hair and with a noticeable air of awkwardness at not knowing how to respond finally nodded and walked half backwards to his desk.
Neil saw it all and was as astonished as Chris. Suzie had been the great rumour mill of the office, people listened to her, but few liked her. To all she was generally aloof, cold, no one would describe her as their friend. Maybe with two words Suzie had started to change that. Neil was steeled in his resolve to take the very next opportunity to reverse Mr. Grifford's decision. Mr. Grifford was brash and intimidating but Neil made a promise to himself a promise that he would keep.
The one o'clock gathering of warm mugs and laughter, buzzing microwaves, food smells and the sound of water bubbling made the listening trio of Neil, Suzie and Pixie feel that they really could move on after the turmoil of recent weeks, maybe, probably, it would all be alright.
"Right girl, you ok for a catch up yes? I land round four, so I'll get into town as quick as I can. You hang around a bit and I'll meet you at six at Rowleys."
