Danica Williams

Banged By The Boss

It was a cold, rainy Monday morning in February, and Adrian was fed up. He and Imelda had just returned from Barbados, a fabulous all-inclusive break, courtesy of Imelda’s father, Sir John. They had spent the last week in glorious sunshine, and he had even gotten a shag from Imelda. (Long gone were the days when she wanted to fuck all the time: now he was lucky to get it a couple of times a month.)

The trouble was, Imelda was an extremely wealthy heiress, but ugly as fuck. When they had first met, ten years ago, she hadn’t been too bad, and had at least made an effort with her appearance. In the early days, she had made him feel like the biggest man in the world, but all that changed when she got the ring on her finger. The reality now was that she spent her days ‘lunching with the girls’ or ‘shopping with Mother’. She relied on the staff to prepare his meals, and rarely wanted any bedroom action. He felt trapped.

By seven thirty, he was out of the door and en-route to the office. He was Senior Manager at Ferguson and Son, one of the largest Stockbrokers in the City of London, and had a staff of about thirty (give or take, he never noticed the juniors come and go). The underground was packed, as usual, and Adrian spent his journey gazing out of the window, and fantasising about Francesca, the new trainee. She was eighteen, and half Italian, with fabulous tits and long dark hair. She wore dark red lipstick, and he could picture her on her knees, with those beautiful red lips sucking his hard cock. He could feel himself start to stiffen, and it took all his concentration to make it stop. “Later,” he thought to himself, and wondered how quickly he could get her into his office. Immediately, his mood began to lighten, and he exited the underground with a smirk on his face and a spring in his step. “This week doesn’t look so bad after all” he thought to himself.

“God, nine o’clock Monday morning. Don’t you just hate Mondays?” moaned Sara to just about anyone that would listen. Sara secretly loved coming into work, but was determined not to let that bastard, Adrian, know. Since her divorce, forty year old Sara had been very lonely, and enjoyed the company of her workmates. She was a five foot four, cuddly woman, with soft curves most men seemed to love the look of. Lately though, she had been beginning to have secret fantasies about making love to another woman. After the shit way her husband had treated her, maybe it was time to give the fairer sex a go.

“Morning” said Francesca, cheerfully. “I don’t mind Mondays, it gives me a chance to ogle Adrian, actually.” Although she had a stunning body, and waist length dark-brown hair, she was completely oblivious to the effect she had on the men in the office. She thought that Adrian was the most attractive man she had ever met, and didn’t mind the age difference; if only he would give her a chance, he would see she was different to his frumpy wife.

At that moment, Adrian came striding confidently out of his office.

“Morning all” he said, with a sneer on his face. He just knew all the women wanted to fuck him, and the men wanted to be him. “Come into my office Francesca” he said haughtily. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her since the tube ride, and was still feeling horny.

“Certainly” she replied immediately. “Maybe he’s realised how much I like him” she thought excitedly, and grabbing her notebook and pen, hurried in behind him.

Adrian was sat behind his desk, gazing out of the window, with his back to the door.

“ What can I do for you, Mr Forbes” Francesca asked.

“How long have you been here now?” said Adrian. “It’s about time we dispensed with the Mr thing, call me Adrian”.

“Erm, ok ….Adrian” she replied hesitantly. “I’ve been here three months now. Is everything ok with my work?”

“You are doing fine, Francesca”, he said, and swivelled his chair to face her.