Date: Sat, 07 Mar 2015 11:03:44 +0000 From: mitchmulder@lycos.com Subject: puttin in the new fence-7 CHAPTER 7 We were all reading the internal memo. "Doesn't look too good, does it." Jim said. "No, it doesn't." I replied. The memo was about last month figures, for the sixth time in a row the figures were down. We were still making some profit but not enough. We had to cut back costs it said. We all knew what that meant, people would be sacked soon. I picked up my phone on the second ring. It was the front desk, telling me a package had arrived for me and if I would like to come and get it. We discussed the memo for another few minutes before I went down to get the package. I signed for it and wondered what is was, looking at the sender I was surprised to see it was from the expensive department store downtown. On mt way to the elavator I opened it, it was a new shirt, from a well-known and expensive Italian brand. The doors opened but I pressed the button for the parking garage. I knew who had sent it an I didn't want to have to explain that to my colleagues. Before I put it in the back of my car, I checked the size, which was correct. I smiled and went upstairs again. Sarah looked at me, before she could say something I told her the front desk had mixed up the names and it was for another person. Thank God she bought it. Just before I had my lunch break an e-mail arrived from Mr. Osram. I opened it, it was short but clear: Sorry about the shirt, be in my office at 17.15 hours. "Hey, Pete, you want to go down for a walk?" "No, Sorry Jim, have to finish this, you go." I just wanted to be alone to think. When I was alone I called my wife to tell I would be later tonight. "Again?!" "Yes, I know, sorry hon, but it is a bit hectic here, we are in a bit of a crises, you know." "Very well, look I'll be a bit later too, Nance has to be at her ballet lesson tonight, so I guess we'll has something easy and quick for dinner." "No problem, I'm not sure when I'll be home, I 'll get a sandwich or burger on the way home." What was it going to be, another session with Mr. Osram? How long was he going to use that pic as a threat, did I just have to jump when he said so? On the other hand, did I really mind, afterall he had the biggest cock? At five everybody left for home, and after clearing my desk I went upstairs. His secretary, the old twit, had already left, so I just went to his room and knocked. I heard the beep and opened the door. "Ah, Roberts, good to see you. Sorry about that shirt. You liked the new one?" "Yes, Sir, thank you for that." "Good, now strip." "Sorry, Sir?" He put down the paper he was reading, "Strip, undress! Get naked! " I just stood there, not able to move or do anything. "For God's sake, Roberts, you don't understand English? Strip, NOW!" As I didn't move he held up his cell phone. "You know Roberts, I was wondering who the guy was who you were pleasuring. Whose cock you were going down on. Then, I looked at the pic more closely." He relaxed in his chair, even putting his feet on the desk. "You know we don't have a strict dresscode around here." He looked at his cell phone closely. "You know that lucky guy is wearing those cut-off jeans. Well, our dress-code is not that loose. So, it couldn't be any of our staff. A visitor maybe?" Now he got up and paced around behind his desk. Stop it, please let him stop it. I told myself, but he went on. "As you know all visitors have to report at the front desk, and what do you know, only 10 minutes before I took this picture a Mr. Mike Roberts reported at the front desk to see you. Of course I can acces all files from HR, and I found out that this Mr. Mike Robert is your son." He smiled broadly at me and sat down again. "I don't have to tell you his age I guess, and of course I don't have to send this pic to your colleagues. I think your wife would be very interested in this pic. What would she say, Roberts?" He placed another paper in front of him and started to read it, after a few seconds he looked up, "Strip, Roberts, just strip." He had me at my balls, my secret had come out. I started with my shoes and socks. Every now and then he looked up to see my progress. There I was, in the room of the big boss, the only thing that I was still wearing when he looked up again were my briefs. "Naked, Roberts, I want you to be naked as on the day you were born." I pulled down my briefs, and put them on the pile with my other cloths. I covered up my crotch, waiting and, I couldn't help it, getting aroused. "Naked, Roberts. You're still wearing something." I looked at him, I was buck naked, what did he mean? "Your watch, Roberts." I turned around, I didn't want to see him my hardening cock, and removed my watch, placing it on my cloths. With my hand covering up my privates I turned to him again. "Hands on your back!" He said without even looking. I put my hands on my back and stood there, naked and semi hard. I felt terrible and ashamed. I stood there for what looks like hours but I guess it was only a few minutes. "Come here." I walked over to his desk. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor next to him. I walked over. "On your knees." My cock grew only harder, I was going to have his cock again! "My shoes, Roberts, undo my shoes. I think I need a foot massage." I hesitated. "Come on, Roberts!" I untied the laces and removed both his shoes. I took his right foot in my hand, the sock was a bit damp. He held his foot up, under my nose. I couldn't help it, the smell was overwhelming, just perfect, my cock made a jump. I went over his calf and pulled off his sock. Holding his bare sweaty foot in my hand. "You know what to do." No, I didn't! I started to massage his feet, pressing my thumbs in his sole. He lifted up his feet to my mouth. I hesitated, but once I felt his big toe touching my lips I parted them. He pushed his toe in my mouth, and, In a reflex, I started to suck it while I held up his foot at the heel. "Good boy, Robert." Boy, boy? What the hell did he think? Nevertheless I sucked his big toe in to my mouth and to be honest It wasn't bad, it was't bad at all! I moved my tongue between his toes, going from left to right and back again. Osram was reading his papers, but he moved his hand to his crocth, started to rub it. He pulled his foot away an held up his other. I pulled his sock off and started to lick his foot, from his ankles to his toes and then back again. I held it up and I licked the underside, feeling the soft flesh between his heel and his toes. "You īre doing just fine, Roberts." With his other foot he pushed my cock down and rubbed it painfully hard in the carpet, he let my cock go and it hit my belly. He laughed, "God you īre so hard!" He did it again and again. Making me hornier then ever. I sucked his big toe into my mouth again, and made him moan! He placed his foot under mybals and started to tap them. It was not unpleasant, in fact as he kept doing it, it liked it more and more. My cock was rockhard, constantly drooling precum. He hit me harder and harder, making me jump up a little bit every time his foot hit my balls, which were started to ache a bit. I heard him opening his zipper, I looked up and I watched him pulling out that massive cock, hard and dripping. I let go of his toe and moved to get the main price. On my knees between his mucular legs I pulled down his fore skin kissed the big purple head, licking the head. I looked up and he threw his head back, opening his shirt. I rubbed his hairy stomach as I went down on his cock, opening my mouth as far as possible. He pulled at his nipples, moaned as I took his massive cock furher into my mouth. I breathed in through my nose, now I set the pace, I didn't gag, and only after a few second I had his manhood all the way in. Slowly I moved my head over his wonderful meat. I sucked him good, I tasted the first drops of his pre-cum. Osram could only moan and groan. I thought he would cum in my mouth but after a several minutes he pushed me away. "On the floor, on all fours, Roberts!" he ordered. I reluctanly let go and turned around, sticking my ass up for his fuckpole. His foot went over my spine to my ass, his toe was going down my crack, pushing against my opening. He heard him moved from the chair, I looked back and he was on his knees behind me, holding that thick piece of meat. I heard his spit in his hands. This time he didn īt fingered me first, he just placed his head against my ass and pushed in. I was hot and horny, but it hurt badly. I bit my lips as he shoved his cock further in. He grabbed my balls in one hand, squeezed them hard, pulled them down, grinded them till it hurt. Fuck! This was so hot! I begged him to fuck me, although it hurt like hell. I knew after the pain the pleasure came and who could say no to Mr. Osram. His cock went in deeper, opening me up. O fuck, this was good! "Yeah, fucke... please." He fucked me hard and wild, while he hurt my balls and my nipples, every once in a while he let go of my nipple or my balls, only to hit my ass hard with his flat hand. "Yeah, bitch, take my cock! You like it!" Bitch? He was right I did like it, and yes If he wanted me to be his bitch, then I was his bitch. I only could moan, the sensation was incredible. He fucked me for what seems like a life time. All the time my cock spewed precum allover the place. I felt he was cumming soon, hell, I was on the edge. I didn't want to cum yet, he first I thought. His fucking intensified, my balls were almost crushed in his hand. I heard him groan louder, I felt his cock swelling up in my ass. I reached for my cock, only gave it a few strokes till I exploded, at the same time he pushed forward almost knocking me over, a warm wave of his cum rushed through my bowels with such a force I was afraid it would come out through my mouth. "Ohhhhh, fuck Roberts!!!!!!" Just like before his load was impressive, he kept on shooting long after I had finished, het let himself fall on top of me, pressing me with his heavy body the the floor. He pulled out and I heard him zip up. "Well Roberts, that was all." Slowly I got up. Walked over to my cloths. Great! Not only my ass was hurting but my balls were now sore too. While I got dressed I looked over my shoulder, but he was already going through his papers. When I was fully dressed, at least my shirt wasn't damaged now, I didn't know what to do or say. "You can go, Robets. Goodnight." "Goodnight, Sir." I waited at the door, I heard the beep and opened the door. "Eh, Roberts, say hello to your son, I really like to meet him sometimes." It made my flesh creep, and had to count to ten before I pushed down the handle and opened to door to leave. Now way he was ever to meet Mike. I sat in my car for a while, and rested my head on the steeringwheel. He had called me Bitch and boy, he had fucked me with no mercy, had me on the floor sucking his toes. And to be honest I had liked it! Tired, used but satiesfied I drove home. When I opened the door at home Nance came runnig to me and almost dragged to the TV. My wife was standing in front of it. She held up her hand to silence me. I had never seen my wife so in shock, I looked at the screen and I saw big forest fire. I heard the newsreader say words like evecuation, campingsites destroyed, houses burnt down. "My God, hon, what are we watching?" She looked at me, her face all white, "it's the area where Mike is." She came running over to me, crying and rushed into my arms. I looked at the TV again, all you could see was smoke and fire, an inferno.