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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Miki Saves Her Job

Miki Saves Her Job
By: Zoobleezoo1490 (ajc1490@hotmail.com)

Miki Sagura sat in her worn office swivel chair in the middle of her small cubical and thought about the monotony of the daily routine she was stuck in. Fighting off the boredom was part of the job. She leaned back and placed her feet up on her desk to stretch. The chance to stretch felt good to her. Data entry, no matter how it sounds, is a taxing job. (At least for Miki Sagura)

She removed her thick rimmed glasses from her face and pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. Then after a long sigh, she folded her glasses and rubbed the lenses against the soft silk of her shirt. Miki firmly believed that this day had gone on for too long.

Miki had spent most of young life as the butt of every joke you can think of. She went through grammar school as an outcast. You know how cruel kids can be. As she got older she found companionship in her books and studies. In high school, she felt outcast because she couldn't get involved in the things the other young girls were doing. By the time Miki Sagura blossomed into womanhood, she had already spent too long being.. well.. being Miki Sagura to do things like date or find male companionship.

Now, Miki was 29 years old. Speaking strictly about her body, she was probably one of the most beautiful flowers you could imagine. She had a nicely built body that wasn't too slender, with gorgeous legs and a healthy bust. She had long flowing hair, and enthralling blue eyes.

The thing about Miki Sagura was, she couldn't embrace her sexuality. She felt as if it was a bad thing, or a sin of some kind. So she had taken to trying to hide her beauty. She hid her pericing eyes behind thick framed brown glasses that she didn't need. She hid her nurturingly full breasts behind a loose fitting blouse that often had an ugly brown sweater over it. She hid her shapely legs under long, loose skirts. Her disguise was truly masterful and well thought out. It worked well for her. Since she had made quite a name for herself in the computer world, she felt she had earned the right to wear her disguise and live out her days working in a small cubical like this one. However contentment eluded her. Lately she noticed she would get strangely stimulated over oddly trivial things.

Good God I'm tired. Miki thought as she eyed the ceiling. As she shifted her legs, the sound of the sheer panty hoes she was wearing sent a chill down her back she couldn't explain. Why were these things happening?

Before she could answer that question she nodded off to sleep with her head down on her desk. Strange images floated through her napping brain. She saw the front door of her building followed by a seemingly random pattern of colors, suddenly she was floating high in the air. Well, after all the stress she had been under, this, to Miki, was a welcome feeling. Ever so slowly she floated down and down until she found herself back in the chair in her cubicle, typing on her keyboard, doing the things she did day in and day out.

Just then, a stern looking man walked in and crossed his arms. He had a small mustache and a pair of glasses with gold rims so bright, Miki tended to get distracted when he would talk.

"Sleeping on the job again eh Miki? That's twice this week." The man said without moving is erect body.

Miki jumped up at the high pitched sound of his voice.

"Aie! I'm sorry Mr. Wong! It will never happen again. I promise you!" Miki pleaded.

Mr. Wong let his eyes travel around the room until he noticed something: Miki's nipples were so erect, the shot right through her shirt and were visible though her sweater!

A big smile passed across Mr. Wong's face as he had a rush of thoughts.

"You know I should fire you for this." He said quietly.

"No! No no no! Please don't do that!" Miki pleaded softly.

"Oh?" Mr. Wong let the word draw out painfully. "Why should I allow you to stay on the job?"

Miki was starting to get desperate. She breathed heavily while franticly searching for the right reply. "Because I'll do anything!" Was all she managed to blurt out followed by another "Please Mr. Wong!"

There as a long, painfully drawn out silence as Mr. Wong turned his back in thought. After another moment of reflection he spun around to face Miki once more.

"If you wish to remain with the company, Miss Miki, you will follow my instructions implicitly. Is that clear?" He boomed.

The realization that she would not be fired over joyed Miki. "Oh yes Mr. Wong! Anything." She shot back without thinking what he could possibly require of her.

"Good." Mr. Wong stated firmly. "Take off your glasses."

The order shocked Miki. It wasn't too bizarre for someone to ask someone else to take off their glasses, except that Miki's glasses were part of her disguise. The word around the office was that she couldn't see a thing without them. This of coarse was false, but she had done a great job of making people believe that it was true by removing them once or twice and stumbling around into things.

"O-Okay." Her nervous hand treamered with fear as she pulled her specs from her face in compliance to the order.

She squinted her eyes in the bare light, not out of adjustment but more out of fear. Mr. Wong stood quietly and studied her face. He seemed frozen for quite some time before finally speaking again.

"You know Miki Sagura, you are quite lovely." He said to her flatly. The words seemed like more of an observation rather than a compliment.

A painful moment of silence passed as Miki winced at the idea of her beauty being exposed in this manor.

"Now your hair." Mr. Wong gestured with authority. "Let it down."

Miki tried to protest: "Mr. Wong, I don't see how this will.."

"LET.. IT... DOWN." He intrupted her fiercely and finally.

"Y-yes Mr. Wong." Miki squeaked.

As Miki reached her hands up high to take the knot out of her hair, she was forced to push her chest out just a little as most people do when they reach over their heads. As her chest protruded outwards, another dark secret was revieled. Her ugly sweater fell open just enough that the shape of her gorgeous, round breasts shot out into the air. Even concealed by her shirt/bra, her lovely tits displayed themselves proudly and begged to be fondled. Miki wanted so desperately to reach down and close her sweater, but she was too petrified to make any moves with out the instruction of the ever powerful Mr. Wong.

Mr. Wong's eyes widened despite his ability to maintain his composure at all times. This was a talent of his that was definetly being tested today.

After great effort, Miki got her hair knot undone and her hair fell to her shoulders.

Miki felt so ashamed. Here she was in front of such a powerful important man with out her glasses to hide her face, her hair knot to hide her hair, and to top that all off her sweater had come open. She thought back to when she would look at her sexy curves in the mirror and she knew that Mr. Wong could see right through her clothing. It was as if she was naked in front of him right now. She knew he must think she was a whore. She just knew it.

"Mr. Wong.. Please. I'm not a bad woman. I- I just..."

"SILENCE." Mr. Wong interrupted again. "Do you want to stay with the company Miki Sagura?"

"Y-yes sir I do."

"Then you will do exactly as I tell you to. If I hear you speak one more time without permission, you will be punished further. Do you understand?"

Miki remained silent and nodded her head in obedience.

"Now." Mr. Wong said straitening his posture. "Remove your sweater, then remove your shirt."

"!!!" Panic took over Miki's body and her mouth refused to say anything in protest. She was compleatly frozen.

"Miki, you WILL do it."

She knew she had to please this man. Whatever it took she knew she had to satisfy Mr. Wong and make him want to keep her on the staff. She desperately needed her job to pay her bills. Miki had to eat, so she had to obey.

Slowly and reluctantly she removed the protective covering of her ugly, frizzy sweater and placed it on her swivel chair beside her.

..She knew what she had to do next..

With reluctance, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She stared straight down at the buttons so she wouldn't have to see the looming over bearing presence of a man who was physicly quite small.

Mr. Wong watched with beady eyes as Miki opened the fabric of her blouse which seemed to melt off of her to reveal the most elegant of shirtless bodies. Each of Miki's breasts were carefully held in place by a beautiful white bra covered with pretty lace. Her tummy was quite trim and attractive.

"Ahh.." Mr. Wong said in interest. "How provocative. I never figured you for the kind of woman who would wear lace. It does your body a great service."

A feeling of deep confusion had found it's way into Miki's shame. Was she receiving a compliment? In any case, Miki had no idea how to take the words she had just heard.

"Now Miki." Mr. Wong said as he began pacing back and forth in front of Miki, who was hoping beyond hope that no one would walk by her cubical and notice her in her present state. "Everyone who works for this company is here because they want to be here. I have no employees who wish to be elsewhere, or secretly wish to leave. Everyone here LOVES this company. Do you understand?"

Miki nodded slowly.

"Miki Sagura, do you LOVE this company?" Mr. Wong asked calmly.

Miki raised her head and locked her eyes with Mr. Wong. Her heart was racing. The truth was, she DID in fact, love the company she worked for. It had been a safe haven for her for quite a long time. This fact made her feel in debted to the company in some strange way.

"Now Miki, I want you to listen carefully." Mr. Wong cleared had to clear his thought before he could continue. "If you love this company as you say you do, I want you to get down onto your knees."

Mr. Wong took a step forward and looked at Miki who was kneeling on the ground with her eyes closed. Suddenly, Miki heard the sound of unbuckling, quickly followed by the sound of unzipping.

"Miki if you want to keep your job, I want you to beg me to let you pleasure me." She heard.

Miki opened her eyes and saw the figure of Mr. Wong standing in front of her with his pants down around his ankles. As he stood there in his briefs, Miki had a strange sensation. It was the first time in the last few moments she had felt something other than fear. No, this was not fear she was feeling. It was something... different.

"P-Please Mr. Wong..." She muttered softly. "Please let me play with it..."

Miki Sagura couldn't believe it. What she was feeling was a rush of shame. But this was different from the shame she had been experiencing up until now. Now her realization was that as she was saying these words, she really hoped he would let her play with his cock.

"Remove your bra." Mr. Wong sneered at her. "If I am pleased, I may yet allow you want you want."

Miki's hands traveled around her back until she found the hook end of her brazier. After her clumsy fingers finally got the clasp open, Miki wiggled out of her bra which fell quickly onto her long skirted lap.

"Yes.." Mr Wong couldn't help from uttering this word as his lustful eyes fell upon the supple skin and perfect shape of Miki's bosoms. Her tits were swinging just a little from the heavy breathing movements caused by her nervousness. She was nervous, but now she had a twinkle in her eye. Mr. Wong knew the time was right to strike.

"You're bosoms are most pleasing miss Sagura." he said as he gave a nod down to his crotch. "Please proceed."

Miki slowly reached out to Mr. Wong. Her eyes were locked on his, watching carefully for any sign of discontent from her master as her trembling hands reached out and carefully pulled at the elastic band of his briefs. Miki slowly and skillfully pulled downward on the piece of clothing she had in her hands until Mr. Wong's stiffly erect cock sprang out of concealment.

Miki eyed the penis before her with awe. It was longer and harder than anything she had ever scene in the magazines. To Miki Sagura, this was a true symbol of power. She wrapped her hands around the dong slowly, letting her skin glide across the throbbing hardness of the manhood before her.

With the sexual tension running so thick, Mr. Wong finally had enough foreplay and gave in to his instinct. His back straightened and he commanded Miki with more power in his voice then ever before.

"Miki!" His voice boomed. "Stand up and turn around!"

The sudden sound of his voice made Miki jump, but she immidiatly stood and turned to face away from him as she was told.

"Make yourself bare." Mr. Wong ordered.

Again, Miki complied. With a quick series of shaky gestures, she dropped her long skirt, pantyhoes, and her panties to the floor exposing her nude body. In the heat of passion, she felt no shame.

Mr. Wong walked slowly over to where Miki was standing. (Still with her back to him.) He stepped carefully so as not to trip over his trousers which had drooped down around his ankles.

"Bend over." He called to her.

Miki placed her hands on her legs and leaned forward carefully. Mr. Wong place his hands on the gentle velvet skin of her hips as he scooted closer to her. The contact of his hands to her skin made Miki gasp. Then, with a fierce tightening of his grip, he placed the tip of his cock on the lips of Miki's dripping wet pussy and penetrated her fully.

The full length of her boss's cock was too much for Miki to handle. She was desperately trying to stop from stumbling as he began to thrust himself inside of her harder and harder. Miki tried to brace herself againsed her swivel chair that was in front of her, but after a few more thrusts from behind, the seat made a quick rotation and her hands flew off the back rest she was holding on to. Miki's fragial body fell to the floor as Mr. Wong continued to slam his manhood inside her. The rough carpet of the office floor burned the soft skin of Miki's delicate knees as her body convulsed from the size of the cock she had deep inside her.

Mr. Wong let one hand go of it's death grip on Miki's thigh and quickly used that hand to grab hold of a hand full of hair. He wrapped his fingers around each dark strand of hair he could hold in that one hand and pulled as hard as he could. As he pulled, his hip slams became extra hard. Miki screamed out in pleasure/pain.

"Here it comes woman! Do your job!" Mr. Wong called out as he swiftly pulled his cock out from inside her and began to beat it off with his hands.

Miki wasn't quite sure why, but she knew exactly what to do. She turned around as quickly as she could and opened up her mouth. As soon as she was in position, Mr Wong let it go. Sperm shot out of the end of his dick like a rocket. Even Mr. Wong was secretly surprised at how much of the warm liquid he had covered Miki's face and tit's with.

Then there was a silence. Neither Miki, nor Mr. Wong dared move or talk. Then, for the first time ever, Miki saw wide smile spread across Mr. Wong's face. He gazed upon her semen covered face fondly. His jizm had blanketed her jaw compleatly and was slowly sliding down her cheek. Miki smiled for the first time she could remember.

"Thank you for your compliance Miss Sagura." Mr. Wong stated. "You may stay with the company."

With those words, Miki could feel the air around her change. Time seemed to stand still. The gentle whir of the air conditioning system suddenly was very aperent to her. She realized her clothing was different. In fact everything was different. Miki lifted her head up off of her desk and looked around her empty cubical. She was fully clothed, her hair was knotted the way she always had it, her glasses were still on her face, and Mr. Wong was no where in site. Miki let out an audible sigh and looked around her cubical. One thing, she noticed, had changed. Her panties were soaking wet.

Miki stared blankly at her computer screen as she did day in and day out for years. Everything was back the way it was, only now, she knew she had a beast inside her, and it was time to let it come out.

Comming Soon From Zoobleezoo1490:

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-Andy and Emma are a couple in trouble. In an attempt to go the extra mile, Andy sets up a romantic evening for his lover, but what Andy doesn't know is Emma has a sexual beast inside her waiting to get out. Can Andy crack open the floodgates? Find out in the up and comming 'Story of Andy and Emma'.

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