Mrs Johnstone Browne Pt 02

I spent the rest of the weekend with mum, I treated her to a Sunday lunch with what was left of my extra bonus. No expense was spared and we ate well in a beautiful little Italian just off of Grosvenor Square.

It was a lovely late summer afternoon and as usual, Sundays are a bit quieter in London. To walk off the meal we took a stroll through Hyde Park and fed the ducks.

"I am proud of you son, dad would've been too."

My eyes welled up and I took her arm a little tighter, she rested her head into my shoulder and we took a bench on the side of the river.

The boats were filled with families and lovers, mums and dads with the two obligatory children as they laughed and splashed. I had missed all this, mum sensed it too because I heard a little sniffle from beside me as she dabbed her nose with her white lace handkerchief.

"I miss him." She said.

"I know, I do too."

"We did this when you were young, when you were about three I think." she said quietly. "A day at the zoo, lunch in Trafalgar Square then down here rowing. Dad was good, he rowed for Oxford, did I ever tell you?"

"No." I lied, so she could tell me again.

We spent the next hour between the tears, her telling me stories of my father. I wished I had more memories of him and a few more years, he sounded a great dad. I know she was biased but from the few memories I have of him, I found that I had to agree with her assessment.

"You remind me so much of him Bobby, so much. Same eyes, hair, and even the mannerisms. The way you brush your hair in the bathroom mirror, the way you stand. Sometimes as I pass and glance in, I swear its Jerry."

She smiled, hugged me into herself just that bit tighter and sighed.

I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Me and you against the world mum."

"So, how did the weekend go?" Sandra asked at breakfast as she stared over her half empty cornflake bowl and morning mug of hot tea.

"Any gossip?"

"Like?" I replied, knowing what she wanted, but was too afraid to ask outright.

I was sure she had begun to suspect that there was more going on than was let on, she was no fool. She knew that the glances between Helen and myself when I was called in to JB's office had hidden meaning. Also the fact that I was in there for an hour at a time with almost a 'do not disturb' sign in big flashing red letters on the door. Everyone knew not to enter when I was in her office.

I was becoming an expert on JB's body language and could virtually tell just by seeing her first thing as she walked across the lobby whether or not I would be needed, she had a swagger about her if she was in the mood, business-like if not.

"Sounds like the boss." Sandra said as she tilted her head cupping a hand to one ear.

Click-clack, click-clack.

Sure enough, three seconds later she appeared around the corner of the kitchen wall. Leaning her hip against the counter and eyeing us up as she poured herself a coffee she said,

"Bobby, I hope you are not keeping young Sandra here from her work, she is very busy today you know."

"No-no JB, sorry JB."

She smiled down at me saying, "It is ok, she has a little time to spend here, just a little." Then redirected that smile to Sandra and added, "You do know that Bobby here fancies the pants off you, don't you dear."

My face reddened as she grinned, turned and walked away leaving me with a very amused co-worker.

"So?" Sandra remarked, tilting her head again, only this time her brow raised questioningly.

"You fancy my panties huh?"

"No-no-I..." I was tongue-tied as I tried to defend myself.

"Bobby, its ok. God you really are adorable sometimes."

With that, she put her dirty cutlery in the sink and walked off to her desk leaving me alone and embarrassed. JB was right though, I did fancy the pants off of her.

"Ok Bobby dear." JB said as I stood opposite her, "Today, today I am farming you out to advertising. I have informed Anita that you will be with her for the next three days learning the ropes. She is good, very good in fact, and she will take you under her wing and get you up to speed on how we rake in the dollars."

"Ok, thank you JB. I won't let you down."

As I turned to leave she said, "Wait, where are you going?"

I stopped and turned back to her, she had that evil grin. She was sitting on the edge of her desk and slowly opened her legs pointing to finger downwards.

"On your knees, I won't be seeing you for three days. Get to it."

The next morning instead of my usual floor seven I punched in floor five. The lobby could not have been more different, there were far more people here, more noise, more hustle and bustle, more of everything really. I made my way through the throng of bodies to what looked like the main desk.

"Erm, hello, I am Bob from upstairs to see Anita?"

"Bob?" the young man asked.

"JB sent me down."

"JB?" he said in the same puzzled manner.

I was a little annoyed now, was I as stupid as this kid when I started?

"Let's start again, I am...."

"Bobby!" a voice from just behind me said loudly.

"Hi, I am Anita."

A stunning woman about mid-forties stood holding her right hand out, her face lit up with a huge smile as she waited for me to take it.

"JB said you would be down this morning."

"Hi, hi, I'm bob." I said rather stupidly because she already knew that.

"Yes." She said still smiling. "Penny said you were pretty, she didn't do you justice."

"Penny? Pretty?" I said, with an even more stupid look on my face than the idiot behind the counter.

"Penelope, JB." She said. "our boss?" she nodded as if to say do you understand.

"Sorry, sorry, I was a bit confused. I've never heard her called Penny before."

"Not a problem, she has been Penny to me since school. We're old school friends, and have been ever since. Right, let's get you started, what do you know?"

"About?" I said, rather dumbly.

"About us?" she said. "What do you know about us, what we do, how we pay the bills?"

"Nothing really," I replied honestly. "I have been fetching and carrying for the boss for a month or two, she sent me here to learn."

"Fetching and carrying?"

"Yes, I'm basically her gopher." I said meekly.

She laughed and said, "Ok, you can be my 'gopher' for the next few days, tag along. Do what I say, when I say. Watch and learn, if I say jump, you jump. Got it?"

"Yes ma-am."

"Ooooh, ma-am." She said sarcastically, "I like that."

"John, did you hear that? Ma-am from now on, got it!" she said looking at the boy behind the desk listening intently to our conversation.

"Yes ma-am." He replied.

"Good, good. I am going to enjoy you working under me Bobby." She said with a glint in her eye. "Ok, to work. Follow me."

She crooked her forefinger with a sort of 'come hither' type movement as she walked off toward a group of young executive looking men and women in suits.

She clapped her hands loudly as we approached the crowd, "Everyone, this is Bobby, Bobby, this is everyone!"

The crowd parted and she walked through like Moses parting the red sea, her finger came up twitching again over her shoulder and she beckoned me to follow, I did.

"Ok Bobby." She said when we were in the safety of her office. "Shut the door, sit down there and listen."

She pointed to the chair opposite her large desk.

"If I know Penny, and believe me I know her better than most. She will have you doing more than fetching and carrying, am I right?"

I stayed silent, was this a test, a trap?

"Ok, firstly let me say while I respect your loyalty to my friend, I think you should know that I know that just yesterday, you were on your knees in her office servicing her."

With that she spun a laptop on her desk to face me, it flickered into life showing the back of my head with JB's fingers intwined in my hair. She was pulling my face into her pussy and the sounds coming from the speakers was of her instructing me to eat her.

I sat silently wondering whether to speak or run or just gulp air like a fish, like I was doing at this precise moment.

"Right my boy, now we know where we stand, I expect a similar arrangement. I will give you a three-day crash course on the advertising business, in return you will give me heavenly orgasms like the one happening on that screen."

She switched her focus to the obscene noises coming through the speakers of the laptop to her side.

"But......" I managed to whimper.

"No buts," she said. "We start now, let us see if you are as good as Penny boasts."

She shut the laptop and pointed to a spot on the floor between her spread feet.

"I think you know the drill."

For the next twenty minutes Anita sat perched on the edge of her desk as I did my best with what very limited knowledge I had of cunnilingus.

"Hmmmm, Penny said you were an eager puppy. I like you Bobby, I may keep you." Anita purred.

"John, hold my calls and appointments for the next hour ok."

I panicked and quickly sat up.

"No-no, you get back in there Bobby." She said casually. "No one is here, that was the intercom."

With that she grabbed the back of my head and ground her wet bush back into my face, this was the first hairy pussy I had seen and it was so different. Nice different or not, I was not sure. She tasted much stronger than the other two I had tasted, a more metallic tangy taste. Not horrible, just different.

"Kiss me Bobby."

Anita helped me to my feet and took my cheeks in the palms of her hands drawing me closer to her face, she kissed my nose then my lips before sliding her tongue over my wet skin. She seemed to enjoy the taste of herself on me and took every ounce of moisture she could find before snaking her tongue inside of my mouth.

It was my first real kiss, the two women upstairs had introduced me into sex but not really kissed, not properly, not like this, this was awesome, this was passionate.

"Hmmm, a good kisser too. Penny tells me you like the more dominant woman, is that true?"

"I-er, she shouldn't have sai......"

Anita cut me off by placing her forefinger to my lips and grabbing my balls, she spun me with a quite well timed move that had me facing away from her and staring at her desk.

"Palms on the desk Bobby,"

She swiped away what paperwork was in the way and pushed me hard into her desk knocking my arms wider forcing me to bend a little.

"I said palms face down on the desk!"

I complied as she nudged my legs wider with her stiletto to match the stance of my hands. I felt a hand come around and squeeze through the crotch of my trousers as the other groped at my taught ass.

"Nice ass muscles Bobby, do you work out?"

I grunted a reply, not really a yes or no, just a growl in my throat. She squeezed harder making me groan and shudder which I think she liked. Her hand left my balls and deftly undid the top button of the trouser and in one swift movement lowered the zip to the bottom.

Anita pulled at my Chino's and they fell to the floor at my ankles leaving me in my shirt and underwear. I felt her soft fingers trace the inside of my thighs from my knees to my cotton covered ass then back. Her fingers found every ticklish spot I had which had me squirming to her touch until one of those fingers slipped under the cotton to caress the skin of my ass. I raised up on tiptoes at her delicate touch as she let it drift around to explore the skin, from one cheek to the other and back stopping briefly at the gap between.

My breathing was getting heavier which she noticed and asked if I liked it. I found it hard to reply and grunted again nodding my head.

She closed the gap between us and pushed her pelvis into my backside as her hand came around to the space between me and the edge of the desk. Her hand slipped into the waistband of my underwear to find me ridged.

"Nice, very nice." She purred into my ear as she kissed the side of my neck.

The way this all started off it had scared me a little, but now she had me and I was putty in her hands, I melted to her caresses. Anita took me tightly in her fist but she barely moved it, the movement although so slight, it was heavenly.

Her tongue slid into and around my earlobe driving me insane, I pushed my head toward it loving the feel of the wetness and her hot breath. I felt the other hand wrap around my waist pulling me into her even more closely and she began to hump my ass as she moved her fist the length of my hard cock. I was close, so close and it had only been a minute or so but she stopped.

I was gasping for breath and fucking myself into the hand that had gone, it had reached for a pair of scissors. She cut away at my pants until they fell lifelessly to the floor at my feet.

"Bend over further Bobby."

I immediately did as she said, I would've done absolutely anything for her at this point.

"Palms on the desk, feet wider."

My ass and balls suddenly felt too exposed and trepidation started to creep into my brain as she ran that fingernail down the length of my ass crack. I shivered as it slid underneath and traced over my ball-sack. I tried to shuffle my feet closer but she was having none of it and kicked them apart again.

"Ever had anything inside you?" She asked.

"N-no, please, no." I said, lying.

It came out as far more of a whimper than I was comfortable with and jumped forward as she opened my ass cheeks, her long nails dug in as she opened me up. Her hot breath had me shaking and trembling as she blew on the exposed rosebud and I found it hard to keep the position.

"Stay there, just like that. Do not move an inch."

Anita came around the desk and did not take her eyes from mine, I dropped my gaze only to be told immediately to look up. I did.

She opened a drawer on her side of the desk a took out a small black bag, it clinked like it was full of marbles.

"The view is delicious from this side." She said with a grin.

I looked down to see my cock standing above the line of her desk and it was dribbling onto the edge making a small pool of slime. Anita reached across and slid her finger over the head making me shudder then dipped it into the pool swirling it around.

She slowly came back around to my rear and pushed herself in tight, she placed the bag to my right on the desk and undid the string tie. Reaching into it, she pulled out a round metallic ball-shaped object then slid that around in the slimy desk top. Her other hand grasped my straining cock, then lightly danced over the length with her torturous fingertips, the groans came back with a vengeance and I tried to keep silent but I couldn't.

She raised the metal ball to my face and asked if I knew what it was.

I shook my head and gasped, "No ma'am."

It was a pear-shaped object, chrome, with a ruby coloured base that she held in her fingers. A string of my pre-cum was forming and started to drip from the narrower end.

"Bobby, I am going to ask you to suck it into your mouth, you will wont you?"

I swallowed hard.

"Bobby, you will do this for me."

To emphasise the point, she grasped my poor cock tight, I mean real tight. She had a vice like grip and it was clamping tighter.

The chrome ball came closer and that rope of cum got longer until she wiped it over my lips.

"Open."

Her hand dropped to my balls now and squeezed, I opened and she slipped it in. I gagged at the intrusion but she just held me tighter grinding her pelvis into my ass like she was fucking me. The hand grabbed the shaft again smearing my wetness all over the head. To my horror she brought the wet hand up to my face and wiped my cheeks, her left hand took the chrome ball from my mouth and it disappeared from view.

"PALMS ON THE DESK!" she yelled as I tried to stand more upright, I quickly slapped them back onto the desk top.

"Better. A reward," she whispered, then slid that tongue back into my ear making me squirm like a child.

"It is a butt-plug," She whispered, "that is the smallest one. In the bag there are five, you will be taking number two."

"Taking it," I croaked.

"Yes, Penny told me that you took her vibrator. This is about the same width, less than half the length, easy." She purred into my wet ear then that damn tongue slipped it's way back inside.

"Shit," She cursed, "lube! I forgot the lube."

Music to my ears.

I felt the insides of my legs being kicked apart, "No please. No!"

"No you are right." She laughed. "I wouldn't, not without lube."

More music to my ears and I sighed with relief, only seconds later to feel the cold steel ball being rubbed on my wet cockhead.

"Bend over Bobby dear."

I resisted but she insisted and pushed me down. To my shame and because I probably secretly liked it, I only put up a token resistance. The cold steel ball was placed against my anus and she pushed. I tensed up tight and knew that no-way that would get in there.

Anita's other hand grabbed at my exposed handing balls and she squeezed tight, so tight that it hurt. It tensed me up even more and I refused to budge.

"Tight, I like tight." She said, almost like a cackling witch.

She pulled down on my balls hard, squeezing as she pulled.

"Your choice boy, balls or butt-plug."

I gave in and let my ass unclench to which she pushed and slipped it inside.

"There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" and smacked my ass hard.

"Pull up those trousers and make yourself respectable, and tuck that thing away." She said, pointing at my now half-hard cock.

Anita made her way back around to her side of the table, shuffled a few papers and said, "That'll be all." Then waved for me to leave her office.

"Bobby, DO NOT take that out. It stays in all day, understand?"

"Yes ma-am." I said and meekly exited the office almost bowing as I made my retreat.

I noticed that boy John giving me a smirk as I walked past the foyer desk, I really didn't like this kid.

I hoped that no-one noticed the way I walked up the hallway toward the canteen with this fucking plug stuck in my asshole. I tried to walk as normal as possible but the more that I tried, the more I was sure that I failed.

At last the safety of a booth, and they had soft furnishings, that was a real bonus under this predicament. It was almost 11am, the time I usually met Sandra upstairs for a coffee and to my delight I heard a friendly voice.

"Hi stranger."

It was her, she had popped down to meet up with me and have an early lunch if I was allowed.

I really didn't want to go and face Anita again so soon so said, "Sorry Sandra, I'd have loved to but we are very busy here. I really don't think I can get away."

"Nonsense!" I heard from behind.

"Nonsense! You take him out for lunch."

It was Anita, she had snuck up without me knowing.

"In fact, I was thinking of having an early lunch myself." She added.

"Where do you kids usually go?"

"Nando's." replied Sandra.

"Perfect, my favourite. I'll join you, my treat." Anita grinned.

Shit, shit, fuck, shit, fuck! It was settled, Anita even asked that asshole John along just to make things as bad as they could be.

It was when we got outside into the cool breeze that I noticed it more, shit! I was commando. I had this plug up my ass and my dick swinging in the breeze, please, please do not pop up now for god's sake. I walked the couple of streets with my hands in my pockets trying to cover myself trying my hardest to make small-talk with John as we walked behind the ladies. It worked ok and once we slid into the booth I was fine, thank god for soft furnishings again. I slipped in first followed by Sandra with John opposite me and Anita across from Sandra, well isn't this just cosy I thought to myself.

Actually it wasn't too bad, Anita and Sandra got on like a house on fire. Apparently they knew each other, Sandra had worked on Anita's floor for her months trial when she arrived at the firm. She only moved upstairs when Helen insisted she needed help. Myself and John didn't really have a lot in common despite being close in ages, he didn't like football, movies, sports, so we basically just sat and glared at each other. He still had that same cheesy, shit eating on that he had had when I came out of Anita's office, it made me uneasy.