Working Late
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"Working Late"
I count myself quite fortunate as on leaving school I came into some
money and invested in the IT business at an early opportunity. My money
grew and now I find myself quite well off and run my own business. The
business has gone from strength to strength and we have a lucrative
contract supplying the government with computer hardware.
I married the most lovely woman and have three lovely children, in fact
everything was just perfect.
There's only one slight blemish in all this and that's the hidden me !
From as long as I can remember I have had this compulsion to dress up in
women's clothes. Maybe it is down to the strong mother influence or some
need to escape from the macho rubbish that men are supposed to portray in
your day to day existence. Anyway I have managed to keep it a secret from
all those near and dear to me. I am lucky that in my role as Director of
the company I frequently travel up and down the country and to London on
many occasions. This allows me to bring "Angela" to the fore and indulge
in my secret passion.
My other favourite fantasy is on night's like tonight ! As it is coming
up to Christmas I given the hard working staff a break and let them go
home early, I phoned the wife and told her that I had some paper work to
catch up on and some overseas calls to suppliers to make and would be
home late. I called the Security desk and informed the guard I would be
working late and not to worry if he saw lights on in the office. Locking
all the external doors as precautions I now had complete and utter
privacy. Now comes the fun!
I grabbed the holdall from the boot of my car and headed for the Ladies
toilet. I had done this before and had made some early preparations. When
the wife had left early this morning I had slipped into some black lacy
panties with matching suspender belt and bra, these I had worn all day
under my dark suit, increasing my excitement at the coming evening's
entertainment. Once in the toilet I stripped of my suit and revealed my
sexy underwear. I opened the holdall and took out the rest of my clothing
and make up.
I carefully slipped into a pair of fishnet stockings clipping them to the
suspender belt. I sprayed some contact adhesive on the rather large
silicone breast forms and fixed them in place. The underwired bra I had
been wearing all day pushed them up and produced an impressive cleavage.
Taking my make up bag I set about transforming my face. Some foundation
and powder and a hint of blusher and the basics had been completed.
Applying some mid purple eyeshadow and similar eye liner I finished of
with black mascara and a burgundy lipstick. Looking in the mirror I was
quite impressed tonight was going to be a good night.
I combed out my shoulder length blonde wig and fitted it in place. I
slipped into a tight lycra bodysuit and pulled it up my body. It was
rather low cut and showed of my cleavage to maximum effect. I slipped my
arms through the narrow straps and smoothed out the fabric. A short lycra
skirt was next pulling it up my hips and then an elasticised wide belt
with a large gold buckle. I know these have gone out of fashion a while
ago, but they have always been a favourite accessory of mine. I slipped a
bolero type small jacket over my bare shoulders and into a pair of five
inch heeled , black patent shoes.
Long nails have always been one of my fetishes. So are always considered
essential for my dress up games. I had taken the precaution of painting a
set earlier in the week with a matching colour to the lipstick I was
wearing tonight, so being extra careful I applied the adhesive and
carefully fitted them to my fingers. To top of the look a heavy gold
bracelet and watch and some clip on earring's a few squirts of my
favourite "Eden" perfume and I was ready. Switching of the light's in the
toilet so as not to concern the security guard I headed across the
warehouse to the main office. The sound of my high heels echoing in the
empty building . Once inside I uncorked a bottle of white wine that had
been handed in by one of the frequent sales reps that call on us. I
poured a glass and settled behind my desk. I lit a cigarette and
marvelled at the lipstick mark on the butt and the mark on the rim of the
glass. Stirring myself I started completing the paperwork that I had on
my desk , see it was not all lies, I did have some work to do!
Around half an hour later and all the paperwork complete, I started on my
business calls. If they could only see me know relaxing back in my swivel
chair, cigarette in hand half empty wine glass on the desk and tight
skirt and high heels, talking business like some power dressed lady when
they believe they are talking to the sharp suited man they have met and
done business with in the past. After three or four calls it was time to
call home. I rang the wife and said I would be home by ten and would pick
up a take away meal for us. Little did she know that her husband was
sitting en...femme in his office wearing fishnets and full make up. I had
about another hour so I switched on the radio poured myself another glass
of wine and lit a cigarette. Settling back to enjoy the last part of my
little adventure, before changing back to my rather boring male attire.
After about ten minutes I thought I heard a noise outside warehouse, no I
must be imagining it I had told the guard I was working so it would not
be him. Must be my imagination, no there it is again. I got up and moved
towards the door of the office. Oh god this can't be happening there just
can't be anybody out there. What I hoped to achieve in tight mini skirt
and five inch heels, I don't know but quietly opening the door I stepped
out into the warehouse. It was quite well lit and appeared deserted. I
walked forward and looked at the main shutters still in place, no one
there. My imagination was playing tricks on me. The fright however had
done enough to bring a premature end to the night so I headed towards the
toilets to shower and change back.
The sound of my high heels seemed to have increased ten fold following my
scare as had my heart rate. God imagine being found like this ! I rounded
the corner and headed the last few yards to the toilets. As I passed some
pallets with the latest PC's waiting for despatch, a hand clamped across
my mouth and round my waist I gripped at the hand and tried to drag it
from my mouth. I was forced the last few yards to the darkened toilets
and pushed inside. With the hand still covering my mouth I felt a second
pair of hands grab at my arms and force them behind my back. The cold
steel of handcuff's circled my wrists and were quickly closed. Forced to
the floor I felt someone grab my ankles and the quickly cuff each ankle
together. The hand was removed and just as I went to open my mouth what
appeared to be a rubber plug was quickly inserted and fastened tightly
behind my neck. Handcuffed and gagged I was left in the darkened toilet
as the two people quickly left. What the hell was going on who are these
people.
From the darkness of the toilet I could hear several voices and the
sounds of the forklift truck. I was being robbed. But who were these
people and did they know that it was a guy that the had handcuffed and
gagged in the toilet. I must have been in there for around an hour before
I heard the main door opening and the sound of an engine. Were they going
to leave me here like this. The door opened and somebody entered I felt
them grip my arms and lift me to my feet. A blindfold was put across my
eyes and I was led forward. I could here the clicking of my heels on the
warehouse floor as I hobbled across it. I guess I was led back to the
main office as I was roughly pushed into my chair and heard the main
office door being looked. Not being able to see a thing and gagged I was
helpless.
"Hi boss," a voice from the corner said. In my senseless state it took me
a minute or so to recognise the voice as that of my Accounts manager.
"You see," he said, "I felt that I deserved a little better bonus this
year. I knew of your little hobby and guessed that that is what you might
be up to when you sent us home early today and insisted on staying
yourself, instead of coming down the pub for a drink. What you don't
know," he added, "is that me and the guard have been having a little
affair for some time now!"
At that point I felt myself being lifted from the chair and his mouth
move close to my ear, he whispered, "I know all about your type, high
flying business woman who looks down her nose at her employee's before
getting one of her staff to fuck her rigid. Is that not right?"
I heard a crash as items were pushed of the desk and strong hands pushed
me done on it's top. A hand grabbed at my skirt and pulled it and my
panties roughly to my ankles. A blinding pain exploded as his thick cock
was thrust up my arse and he began to fuck me. At the same time I felt
the gag being released and as it was removed from my mouth I let out a
sharp cry.
"You love this don't you, you bitch."
Before I could say anything my head was forced upward and another cock
shoved roughly in my mouth. Gripping the back of my head the second
person began to fuck my mouth. I was choking as he exploded down my
throat, gagging as his cum hit the back of my mouth. Almost within
seconds I felt the other tense and his warm cum explode deep inside me.
Exhausted and very sore I lay across the desk as I heard both of my
attackers dress.
My skirt and panties were pulled back up and I was put back in the chair,
the gag back in place. I was then tied tightly to the chair and the
blindfold removed. Adjusting my eyes to the light there stood my employee
and the guard with broad smiles on there faces. "We'll have to meet up
again some time boss, Colin was just saying what a great fuck you are.
But it's time to go know, you have been more than generous with your
Christmas bonus this year, thank you !" he said. With that he picked up
the phone and dialled.
"Hello, Mrs Adams, it's Alan here your husbands Accounts Manager. He's
still tied up with some paperwork but he asked me to call you and let you
know that the car is playing up and could you come down and collect him
in another hour, Ok thanks I will tell him. Oh thanks and a Happy
Christmas to you to."
With that he replaced the receiver and smiled as they put out the lights
and left me to struggle to free myself from my bound state.