John was having a magnolia day. 9 am start, 5 pm finish with a ham and cheese sandwich around lunch. Work was uneventful with his pulse barely changing whilst he ploughed through the invoices he managed as head of the purchase ledger team in a business no one had ever really heard of. John was in his late 40's and promotion had been gradual through his career, nothing stellar, just gentle progression as time and experience passed and grew.
John had never settled down with anyone despite being a thoroughly decent chap and, to quote Michelle the 'babe' from accounts who had always said, "he's alright, but he's so quiet."
John's daily routine was the same, 7 days a week, with the omission of attending work at the weekend. 6am wake up, swim at 0630 where he managed a mile in about 40 minutes, breakfast at 8am and then work or not work if it was a weekend. Saturday was weekly shopping day. Sunday was usually a long walk with a pub lunch. Both his parents were sadly long gone and with no siblings there were no family commitments. John had done an apprenticeship scheme from school that lead him to being a qualified accountant but without the benefit of friends from Uni etc. All very vanilla and lacking any form of excitement.
Who knows how the world conspired to change all that, but it did. Was it fate or was it fated. Who cares!
Future John did and he'd be forever grateful for the event, particularly as, at that moment, he was ploughing in to Michelle from accounts as she lay face down bent over the boardroom table with her tights ripped from her arse, her short skirt torn off and with her knickers balled up filling her mouth to supress the screams of pleasure as John worked her tight pussy through a series of life-changing climaxes. Her delicious buttocks rippling as John's athletic legs powered his massive organ effortlessly in and out of her with every ridge of the veins on his granite hard cock rubbing her in all the right places, nudging her clit at just the right moment to send powerful delight through her body that built in a way she had never experienced. Climax number 5 for Michelle was triggered as John filled her with a torrent of warm cum, the effect of which was to make her lose consciousness for a minute or so. John wasn't concerned as, in the last few weeks since the event, this had become almost normal.
What was concerning him was the puddle of cum that had dripped from Michelle's gaping pussy on to the boardroom carpet, leaving a large dark stain which was unlikely to dry before the workday started in an hour or so. Hey ho. It was also going to be interesting to see how Michelle handled the fact that her skirt was probably broken beyond repair, her tights finished and her make up ruined from her tears of pleasure and their passionate kissing. John had played no part in damaging the skirt or tights, this was all down to her desperation to take on his enormous cock after he'd defended her against a mugger that morning. Yes, there's a bit of detail missing there but in essence he'd seen her being jumped as he walked to work, he'd run to her then despatched the assailant, hugged Michelle to comfort her after which she'd been overcome with desire. Mr Magnolia now exuded a Charisma that had taken the office by surprise over the last few weeks and the firm length Michelle had felt as they hugged had snapped all her decency.
Michelle pushed herself up on to her wobbly legs, waddling around to face John as another gush of cum rolled out of her abused hole, then straightened her short bob of blonde hair. As she looked at John she smiled, filling once again with a warmth towards him, grateful for saving her that morning and, frankly, for delivering the most intense sexual experience of her life.
"John, thank you. I'll always be grateful for what you did this morning." As she spoke Michelle it was as if she became aware of her skirtless situation, moving one of her hands towards her pussy. She moved her index finger gently across her tender pussy lips, gathered a blob of John's cum that lingered, and licked it off as she added whilst blushing, "both things that did for me this morning."
John marvelled as she bent from the waist down with her arse facing him, her legs taught from the high heels she wore and shimmering slightly with his and her juices, then walked off twirling her ripped skirt as she wandered off towards the ladies toilets that were just outside the boardroom.
John stayed where he was, waiting for the MD to arrive for their planned 0800 meeting where John was confident he'd be offered an enormous pay rise, a directorship and god knows what else after he'd recently single handedly reengineered their antiquated ERP system, closed the biggest account in the company's history and introduced the MD to an anal orgasm after the celebrations of that sale had finished so exquisite she'd invested in a top of the range anal probe in the vane hope of replicating it. She never did replicate it despite hours of trying.
That wish was confirmed as Grace, the MD, entered the boardroom, glowing, and showing a slight bulge between the arse cheeks of her tight white trousers as she bent down to inspect the stain on the floor.
"She's wearing a butt plug", thought John.
"Looks like the cleaners need to be more careful John. This looks like polish on the carpet."
"I'll take your word for it Grace. It's lovely to see you and, if I may be so bold, you look stunning. I love your jewellery, it really sets of the outfit."
Grace did a mental inventory of her jewellery:
no earrings -- she hadn't worn those for years,
no rings -- no spouse, partner etc, just hope, most of which was now directed to John
a watch -- couldn't be that,
a silver bangle she'd worn for years -- unlikely to be that...
...and then the penny dropped.
"I'm glad you think so John. I wore it just for you."
"Excellent taste Grace. Would you allow me to take a closer look or should we crack on with work?"
Grace removed her jacket and then started work on her remaining clothing as she started listing a series of generous benefits John would benefit from, immediately, if they met with his approval.
"Where do I sign Grace?"
"I've left the paperwork in my office John but, in lieu of that, I'll take acceptance as being the moment your balls empty themselves into whichever of my three holes you wish to plunder."
The last piece of clothing to go was a black thong and, as Grace put her high heels back on and smoothed her stocking, as she bent over the boardroom table with her legs apart, she reached back with both hands to pull her buttocks apart, stating, "I hope my preference to where you sign is abundantly clear?"
As John approach her, slapping her buttocks three times gently but hard enough to make them crimson, he was unsurprised that he was once again fully erect with his cock pushing his suit slacks comically outwards.
The actual signature was delivered about 15 minutes later but could now be found on the carpet next to the "polish" Grace has spotted earlier. John was now washing his cock in the directors toilet. It wasn't obviously dirty as Grace had clearly prepared herself well but he felt it prudent just in case the day continued to improve. It wasn't even 0900 so there was every chance. Grace had told him to get a PA so recruitment for that role would need to start soon and a smile formed on his lips as he contemplated how he'd demonstrate the required skills to Amanda, the head of HR, who sported the most amazing Latina body.
The hardships of being a director!
The Event...
John was on his last length of the pool, length number 64, when he caught sight of a sparkling object on the pool floor midway down the length of the pool. He stopped his stroke, took a breath then swam down to retrieve it. As he got nearer he realised it was a ring, quite a wide one, which he palmed. Crawl proved difficult with a closed palm as did breaststroke so he placed the ring over his ring finger on his right hand, thinking he'd find pinching his fingers together easier to swim with.
As the ring moved down his finger he found himself transported to a white room of infinite size with a stool and a console in front of it.
"I've died" was John's first thought.
