Ratarse

A few years ago I did a stint working for a national newspaper in London. It was quite intimidating. I had been working for a local newspaper in the East End, and although my role with the larger newspaer would be less important, it was an obvious opportunity I couldn't refuse.
The Newspaper had just moved into new offices in the City. The financial district of London. The main office took up one floor of an impressive skyscraper. From my desk I had a great view. St Paul's, Tower Bridge etc. I've always thought the London skyscape, if not more 'beautiful' than say Paris or New York, it has, for me at least, far more character and depth than any other city.
Our editor was a woman who I will simply call by the first name of Deborah. How to describe Deborah? I guess, first of all, you could call her a stereotypical career women. She had risen through the journalistic ranks through ruthless determination, talent and no lack of feminine charm.
It's also fair to say she was feared by the majority of staff who worked there. Journalistic reputations counted for nothing as far as she was concerned. Whenever I had the honour of being invited into the editorial meetings, mostly as a casual observer, I couldn't help noticing how she treated her staff. It was as if she was a strict schoolteacher who tolerated no disrespectful schoolchildren.
So it was herself who did most of the talking and god help any of my colleagues who hadn't got their story on time, or didn't have a good one promised for the next edition.
I never had much dealings with her, one to one as it were. I was basically a trainee, still wet behind the ears. Now and then though, she would pass my desk and ask what I was doing. It's fair to say, I was intimidated by my editor more than most. Face flushed, I would stutter some incomprehensible answer. She would look at me with a quizzical eye, a slight smile on her lips, as if she thought I was mad or something. 'Good, good, keep it up..' she would always reply before moving on to terrorize someone else.
Deborah was a very attractive woman. She was in her forties and I was in my early twenties but I couldn't resist sometimes casting an eye over her shapely long legs which were always noticeable. She was a tall redhead, with a slim waistline, obviously went to the gym, looked after herself.
Anyway, one night I was in the office late. All my colleagues were out at some party in the local pub. As hard as I tried, I couldn't keep up with the drinking of my journalistic colleagues and decided to give this 'birthday party' (another one?) a miss.
I was also working on a story which I thought had potential. I had been talking to someone who worked in the town hall. A neighbour in fact. She hinted to me, that there were certain staff who worked personally for the mayor who were being let off with parking fines and such like.
Not so much a story in itself since small-time corruption like this always went on in the town hall but I knew our editor had a personal vendetta against the mayor. And any story which she could use as a stick to hit him over the head with, was going to be published.
Yet I just couldn't get the evidence I needed to go ahead with publishing it. The police station, who held the records of the parking fines, were being uncooperative. no need to ask why. I sat at my desk in despair, wondering how I could get the records. I looked at my watch 10:30 pm. I glanced up and to my surprise noticed I was the only person in the whole office.
That is, apart from the editor. I could see her a blade of light peeking under the blinds which were usually pulled down over the small square window of her office, mostly when she needed privacy.
I wondered about Deborah. She always seemed to be in the office. No matter how early I arrived or how late I left, Deborah would always be there. She never went to the pub with the rest of us. She seemed obsessed with work. Did she not have a social life? Did she live in that office? It seemed like it. As I was still wondering about her, the door to the office opened and Deborah stood in the doorway, looking around the place. I buried my head in my notes trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Quite hard when I was the only person sitting in the whole office.
'Where is everybody'?
I looked up. 'Bill's birthday party' I answered.
'I thought it was Bill's birthday party last week.'
'So did I' I said, to which she smiled. She seemed tired. Slightly dishevelled even. Her hair not as perfect as it usually is. She was wearing a white blouse and a long black skirt. She looked like an over-aged schoolgirl. A very sexy over-aged schoolgirl.
Nonchalantly, she said 'Will, come into my office a minute will you, I want to talk to you about something'
My heart missed a beat. Immediately I thought I was getting fired . My mind was racing. What was it I did? She walked back into her office and I had no choice but to follow her.
'Shut the door and sit down' she said. I did as she ordered as she sat on the other side of her desk, looking me over. I waited for her to say something but she just continued to look at me.
To say I felt uncomfortable would be an understatement. And I got the distinct impression, she was enjoying my discomfort.
'I just wanted to know how the Ratarse story is going'? She always called the Mayor on London, Ratarse.
'Fine' I lied. 'Only...'
'Yes'
'I can't seem to get the evidence needed. Documents and suchlike. The police are not being co-operative'
'What station are you dealing with'?
'Hammersmith'
She smiled. Then I'll deal with it. I have friends there. Tell me what you need and I'll get it for you, OK'?
I was delighted. 'Yes, that's fantastic, thanks, well I need...'
'No not now Will, I've had a hard day, I need to relax, and I think you do too'
She was right. I made to get up from my seat and leave. 'No, don't go, stay a minute. I want you to know I've been impressed by your work so far. Continue like that and you'll go far'
This was a compliment indeed. Deborah was one of the top editors in Fleet Street, if I could get a reference from her, I could get a job anywhere. She could see how pleased I was.
'You see Will , don't believe everything you hear about me. I'm not the dragon they make me out to be'
'I know' I said, lying. I was still intimidated by her. Her perfume filled the office. If truth be told, I was also intimidated by how attractive she was.
I couldn't help noticing that an extra button on her white blouse was undone exposing a bright red bra strap. She caught me looking, or maybe I was beginning to realise, she wanted me to notice. Her next question confirmed this.
'What do you think of me, Will?' I knew what she meant but wasn't sure exactly how to answer. I decided to play innocent as long as possible.
I think you're...very fair' I answered, trying to make it sound as if this was a great compliment.
'Fair'? She seemed disappointed. She sighed, rather exaggeratedly I thought. 'Talk about damning with faint praise'
I felt I had to say something else. Say what she wanted me to say.
'You're very beautiful , very, very attractive'
She feigned surprise. 'You think?' What was this game we were playing? What did she want, yet I knew what she wanted, but I had to be completely sure before making a wrong move. This woman was my editor, my boss. She had the power to make or break my career.
'See Will, I sometimes I need a man to find me attractive, the way I find you attractive Will, very attractive. I work so hard sometimes, I wonder why. Sometimes I just need a man to remind me that I'm a woman'.
'Trust me, you're a woman' I replied.
She laughed. The first time I realised I had ever heard her laugh. I was growing in confidence. Becoming more assured. I desired her now, and now knew this wasn't a problem. What I wanted, she wanted too. Desire gave me confidence, I looked at her blouse, her breasts, the shape of her neck. I let my eyes linger on the skin of her neck. Now we just looked at each other. I stood up so she could see the bulge in my trousers. She looked and her slightly flushed reaction told me she approved.
I walked round to her side of the desk. She turned her chair sideways to face me. She looked up at me, and suddenly this powerful woman was like an expectant young woman, waiting for me to make the next move.
'Stand up' I ordered. She did so.
'Lift up your skirt' Again she followed my command always looking into my eyes.
'Sit back down again' She seemed surprised at this, but did as I said, so she sat on the chair with the skirt lifted exposing her panties, and the fact she was wearing stockings. Her panties were silk, scarlet red, matching her bra. She was breathing a little more deeply now I noticed.
In fact, it was becoming quickly apparent that my editor was far from the sexual predator she made herself out to be. She would later admit this was the first sex she had for over a year. It was for that reason, I could already smell the faint scent of her sex, and looking more closely, noticed a slightly dark patch on her red panties.
I dropped down onto my knees before her so that her legs were on either side of me. She reached a hand out and gently stroked my cheek, my blonde hair.
I stroked her legs through the nylon of her stockings. I then kissed the black nylon covering her long, shapely legs. I slowly pulled down her left stocking before doing the same with her right. She looked down at me, unusually silent, as I let my lips brush against the newly exposed skin of her thigh. She instinctively parted her legs apart a little further.
'I see, you're not as shy as I thought you were Will' she whispered
I felt her stroking my hair, as I continued to kiss the inside of her thigh, first her left and then her right. All the time I inhaled the scent coming from her pussy, that beautiful fishy smell, the most beautiful scent any woman can wear.
As my kisses moved upwards towards her pussy, I looked up at her to see she had lifted her right breast out of her bra, and she was now squeezing the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I was surprised by how wet she already was. I placed my lips against the red silk of her panties, and sucked the warm cum which had already seeped into the soft fabric.
I heard her moan, and encouraged by this, continued to kiss her pussy through her silk panties. Now and then I stroked her inflated clitoris with my finger. The sensation of silk against her clit making her moan even more.
With my forefinger, I slowly pulled her panties to one side exposing the fact she shaved her pussy. The cum was glistening on her pussy lips. Reflecting the bright lights of the office. I placed my lips on her clitoris.
It was the gentlest, softest of kisses, yet immediately I felt her body shudder, as a small orgasm raced through her body.
She was moaning louder now, and I wondered what if someone was to arrive. But then it didn't seem to matter. We were both lost in lust for each other. I kissed her clitoris again, taking the small sensitive round ball of glistening pink flesh between my lips. I gently sucked and kissed, as she gripped the top of my head now with one hand and with the other squeezed her breast.
She had slithered down the chair, and her pelvis was now slightly bent backwards as she leant on the edge of the seat. The muscles in her thighs prominent and tense on either side of my head.
With two fingers I pulled her pussy lips slightly apart to expose her clitoris even more to my touch. I licked the ever quivering flesh. Hearing Deborah above me murmur 'yes, that's it, yes...' I continued to do this, letting the tip of my tongue flick her clitoris at the end of every lingering lick.
Deborah was now pushing her hips upwards into my face, gripping my head, her knuckles white as she tensed, wrapping her legs around my shoulders. I pushed the length of my tongue deep inside her.
With the slightest of touches, I rolled her clitoris round in small circular movements with my index finger as now I fucked her with my tongue. Pushing it inside her and out again. Again and again. My face was now buried deep inside her pussy, and I licked the cum off the inside of her pussy walls. Deborah constantly moaned with pleasure, as I now worked her clitoris with my tongue and started to finger fuck her. Sliding my long, middle finger inside the vagina of Deborah up to the knuckle. Again I felt her body tremble and shudder, letting out a small cry as another orgasm overtook her body.
By now I was aching to cum myself. I stood up. With the back of my hand and arm I wiped some of the cum which covered my face. I looked down and watched my beautiful woman editor still writhing, recovering from the series of orgasms she had just experienced.
I undid the buckle of my belt and took off my trousers and underpants.
'Stand up and bend over the desk'. She immediately tried to do so, but was unsteady on her feet. I helped her up and she didn't bother to make a space anywhere. Just bent over, leaning her large bare breasts onto the piles of paper on her desk.
I realised she was still wearing her panties so I simply grabbed them in my fist and ripped them off. I parted her legs further apart by tapping the inside of her heels with my foot. As if I was a cop making a bust. I pulled her black skirt up and over her back.
With my large, thick cock in my hand, I pointed it forwards towards her hole. She was still so wet, her own cum meant her pussy was now literally dripping her own spunk onto the carpeted floor. I pushed forward and my cock instantly found her opening. Taking her hips between my hands I immediately thrust forward and felt my cock fill her cunt. Both of us let out a cry, not caring who heard us now as I started to move my body back and forward, with every movement pushing my penis deeper inside of her.
It felt so good, her pussy was so warm and wet, the tip of my cock was on fire as it slid against her hot pussy walls. I reached over her and took her breasts in my hands, squeezing her tits, as I fucked her faster and faster.
I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, it just felt so good, it wasn't just my cock which was on fire but my whole body as I pushed deeper and deeper inside her.
I now felt her own body start to tense once more, but this time, I knew like me, she was going to experience an even bigger orgasm as each thrust of my long, thick cock slid deliciously inside her.
I bent my knees slightly so I could now thrust upwards into her, almost lifting her off the floor, as her own body continued to tense and I heard her say, although she didn't need to, 'Going to cum, god, going to cum...' I too felt it, and reached forward and stroked her hair as my balls now slapped against her body faster and faster, I was going to cum too, Deborah's muffled cries mingling with my own as Deborah's pussy muscles now were so tight, wrapped around my cock, I knew she could feel every vein, every sinew, every contour of my cock, as she suddenly let out a loud cry and I felt her body go limp as suddenly for me too, it was too intense, too good, too much, I immediately came too, my legs buckled as the sensation of cum shooting up from my balls, through my cock into Deborah was almost too much. Deborah immediately seemed to cum again as both our bodies shuddered, quivered, trembled with wave after wave of ecstasy rippling through our bodies, I shot another load of cum inside her...
Later we got dressed. Surely someone must have heard us, but when we went out into the office no-one was there. I left the office and waited round the corner for her, where she picked me up in her car. We went back to her flat and continued where we left off. For the next six months we fucked non-stop. Almost. We decided though to keep our relationship a secret until we both thought it would be best to move on.
Deborah married a politician, a Lord no less. She told me herself it was purely for his money. It set her up with her own news magazine which is doing quite well I understand. I still see her sometimes, whenever I've got an article for her, we talk of course. Nothing else. Although, she's still an attractive lady. And I'll never forget that night in her office when we first fucked. As for the story of corruption in the town hall by the way, with Deborah's help I got my story published in the paper, which eventually helped bring down old Ratarse...