Article 109115 of alt.sex.stories:
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: THE NEWS BUSINESS
Date: 24 Nov 1995 16:43:26 GMT

	                  The News Business
	                          by
	                        Caesar
	                         (93)

	Everyone knew!

	Mary Norman, just finished anchoring the six o'clock news hour
with her co-host John McMillian and sat alone in her change room. And
cried! What could she do, everyone politely ignored her, people
whispered behind her back, and her make-up girl asked if the rumors
were true. After a little checking around, she discovered they were,
the local network decided to replace her with another girl, a twenty
year old girl! In a fit of rage, she had thrown her make-up girl out
of her room, accomplished the news hour, then returned here to feel
sorry for herself.

	If their was one thing, she didn't have the right too, was
feeling sorry for herself. At sixteen she won her first local beauty
contest, at nineteen graduated from community college, started to work
in TV from the very beginning, landing an anchor spot when she was
twenty four, married to a wonderful man at twenty-two, two kids within
the next four years. And had ten wonderful years working at her job.
It didn't matter if she couldn't pick news stories from crap, only
that she could deliver the news the way the viewers wanted. She was
the local favorite.

	Mary studied herself in the wall-sized mirror. The wrinkles
had begun at twenty-seven, the small bags under the eyes three years
latter. With make-up, her aging had practically ceased. But the past
year, it took more and more work to keep her youthful appearance. Not
to say she wasn't beautiful any longer, she was!

	She was a tall girl, five-eleven, with long legs and thin
waist that she still enjoyed showing off. She had begun to style her
hair about five years ago, until it was a now large mane of blond
hair. Her breasts were even better than when she was sixteen, they
were bigger and firmer, after her last child she had implants. She
pretended to hate the jokes or names that the crew called her, "tall
amazon", "leggy blond", "hot model", "sexy", "beautiful", "hot", and
even "dream goddess". She loved them all.

	Mary was very vain, that much should be clear by now. Her
whole life was build around the way she looked, her legs and "cute"
face, being her best assets. Of course she never thought she would
always work as an anchor woman, but never planed or anticipated the
enviable.

	The more she looked within the madder she became; at her boss,
and the shows producer, and definitely at the station manager.

	"How can they do this?" She turned her head side-to-side
studying herself, drying her tears away. "The city loves me!" She
noticed a wrinkle in her make-up near her eyes. "Its that prick
Chuck, likes his reporters young and stupid. With me he had beautiful
and smart, he probably was scared shitless!"

	During this time of self-pity the thought of her wonderful
husband or their two darling daughters never even crossed her mind. So
self-centered was she that all she thought of was herself.

	Mary finished cleaning the make-up from her face, working fast
and without looking into the mirror. Then she applied the normal,
every-day make-up she used. Satisfied she studied the reflection in
the mirror.

	"Their had to be a way to make Chuck realize I'm still a
young, valuable member to the news team?" She asked herself in the
mirror. "I'll just go and see the little prick right now!" She
surprised herself when she said it, her intention to have a battle
with the station manager.

	She slammed the door to his office behind her, his secretary
unable to stop her. Mary came over and placed both fists onto the top
of his desk, bending over, ready for anything.

	"Yes, Mary?" He sounded bored.

	"Is it true Chuck? Your hiring some young bimbo to replace
me?" She practically yelled.

	Behind her the secretary opened the door to check with her
boss, he waved her away.

	"Your being replaced Mary. But I wouldn't call her a bimbo,"
he opened a file on his desk and spun a eight by twelve photo around,
"she's more experienced than you."

	Mary looked down into the blue eyes of the blond beauty. She
was very beautiful, with a intelligent, yet innocent face. Mary
exploded and grabbed the pictured tore it down the center and threw it
back at her boss. Then she collapsed into the chair, convincing
herself not to cry, it would only prove that she was a weak woman.

	Chuck sat motionless while his anchorwoman had her little
tantrum, he was an experienced people-person and didn't want to give
her any fuel to keep her fires burning. While she caught her breath he
noticed her shapely thighs, that her mini-skirt had ridden up slightly
giving him a peek at her panties. He tore his eyes away, feeling very
unprofessional, yet his eyes came in contact with her round firm
breasts. He turned his chair around to look out the window, and not
stare at the woman's body.

	Mary was trying to figure out her next argument, their were
too many to list, but she caught his eyes glare at her crotch then
rose up to her chest. She noticed the familiar admiration and desire
in his eyes, and realized her boss was just a man. And since puberty
she had always known how to manipulate men.

	With a more civil voice, "Chuck, perhaps we could make a spot
for her on the weekend news, or the twelve o'clock spot?" He spun
back around, staring right into her eyes. Mary slowly crossed her
legs, seeing him glimpse quickly down at the sound of silk rubbing.
She knew that she could control him, but wondered how much it would
cost. "I'm not arguing her credentials but just asking why the
decision to replace me?" She ran her tongue over her lips slowly, and
struck a pose. Shoulders back, legs crossed, her skirt almost at the
junction where her legs and waist met, one hand on her thigh, the
other against her stomach pressing her blouse inward, her head back
and her eyes and mouth gentle but attentive.

	"The decision wasn't mine Mary, it was my fathers. But, "he
openly stared down at her breasts, "I'll talk to him."

	At that moment, she knew she couldn't just flash him some
thigh and then get whatever she wanted. She looked at her boss, seeing
the small overweight man she always ignored. She couldn't stand
unattractive people. And wondered if she had to sleep with him to get
her own way, and wondered if she could.

	She uncrossed her legs, and opened the knees ever so slightly,
knowing her pantied crotch could be seen, testing him. Chuck glanced
quickly down at her white pantied pussy, then guiltily returned to her
eyes.

	"Were you planning on firing me, or just letting me host a
kids show Saturday mornings?" She cursed herself, she had to control
her anger. "I'm sorry Chuck, perhaps we can work something out?" She
pretended shyness, looking down at the floor, knowing he would be able
to look upon her uncovered upper thigh unhindered.

	"That's always a possibility Mary? What do you have in mind?"
She could almost feel his eyes on her covered sex mound.

	Chuck stared directly at Mary's upper thighs and at her
crotch. He was excited, his penis hard in his pants. It was not the
first time a woman tired to seduce him to get a job, but it was the
first time a woman did it to keep a job. He felt sorry for Mary's
husband.

	"Oh, I don't know perhaps a personal service contract?" She
tried to sound sad, but he could hear the anger and bare control in
her voice. He was perfectly aware that she was trying to manipulate
him.

	"You mean, the station would control you for whatever they
wanted?" He asked playing dumb, wanting her to say it.

	Shyly, "No, you!" She looked back up into his eyes.

	After a long pause, Chuck said, "Are you trying to seduce me
Mary?"

	She wondered how anyone could be so stupid. But controlled
herself, "Yes! If that's what you want?" Shyly she smiled at him,
wondering what having sex with this blob would be like.

	A smile of triumph came to his lips as he ordered, "Spread
your legs wider." Slightly surprised, she did, letting him have a
perfect view of her silk covered mound. A shiver ran through her as
she watched his vision hungrily taking the sights she gave him.

	Openly Chuck studied her long legs, her strong shapely thighs
and of course her crotch. "Stand up and take your clothes off." Was
the second order.

	Surprised that he was being assertive, she complied. Mary
stood up, and began to disrobe. The honey of the network was
determined to keep her job, what ever it took! She reached under her
skirt and pushed down her silk nylons. After kicking them over into
the corner she began to undo the buttons of her white blouse. He
studied every movement, every inch that became revealed, his hungry
eyes taking it all in. She pushed the expensive fabric off her
shoulders, allowing it to fall to her feet. Then with only one zip,
her skirt also fell to her feet.

	Before she could continue with only her undergarments on,
Chuck ordered, "Come here!" He waved towards him, around the big desk.
She walked seductively around the mahogany desk and saw that he wanted
her to sit on his lap facing him, her thighs straddling his. "So, let
me get this right." He said after she sat down on his, his face barely
an inch away from her bra covered breasts, his hands already cupping a
naked buttock in each hand. "If you stay as the anchorwoman, you'll be
my little sex toy?" Using her work smile, the one that made her the
darling of the city, she nodded then bent forward to kiss his chubby
face and lips.

	Another shiver ran through her as his tongue forced itself
into her mouth, exploring hers. His hands were playing with the gee-
string of her panties, pulling them painfully up her crack.

	"Say it!" He ordered, his eyes piercing into hers waiting.

	Seductively, "I'll be your little sex toy Chuck," she kissed
him gently, "only yours!"

	He smiled, "Take your bra off!"

	Her hands reached around and quickly undone the hook, she
allowed the lace bra to fall off her shoulders. He studied her perfect
breasts, his hands coming off her ass to play with a breasts in each.
He felt the firmness, pressed them together, pinched the nipples,
shook them, before bending over sucking on one then the other nipple.
Her hands maternally holding his head, letting out a pleasing moan to
let him know she felt good.

	He spoke into her chest, between nipples, "What exactly are
you willing to do?"

	Seductively, "Anything you want!"

	"Like... ?"

	"Well... , anytime you want to have a private meeting... "

	He interrupted her, "No, I mean would you suck my cock?" His
eyes looking up from between her chest.

	She would do it, only actually saying it bothered her. "Of
course Chuck! Anytime... "

	He seemed to be getting anxious, "And swallow every drop?"

	The thought revolted her, "I'll even lick every inch of you
clean!" She would too, just to keep her job. Though she would never
let her own husband cum in her mouth, she would let this short fat
dump of a man. Her values were showing through.

	Chuck's face came back up to hers, their lips smacking
together as they kissed passionately and hard. He stuck his tongue
into her mouth, she began to suck on it, as if it was the cock they
had been talking about. Up and down, her head bobbed on his tongue.
Mary could feel the hard bulge on the underside of her thigh and
against her groin. She humped up against it, trying to stimulate him.
She wanted to make this "session" go quickly, so she would do anything
to finish him. Chuck's fingers returned to her asscheeks, one finger
even playing with the hard little muscle of her anus. Mary tried to
cover-up the enviable shiver.

	He pulled his tongue back into his mouth. "Well, my little
slut," she hide her hate of this man and that word he used about her,
"time to show me how much you want to keep your job. On your knees, my
little toy!" He gave her a push.

	Chuck had to hide a laugh as he watched the very pretty face,
when her hands pulled his hardened cock out of his pants. She covered
very quickly, then smiled up at him, but he wasn't fooled. The bitch
had always despised him, for what he had no idea, but she never gave
him a side-glance. Now she is going to pay for that mistake, in
spades.

	Both his hands encircled her head and pulled it towards his
throbbing member. Mary's mouth opened and the cock slipped past her
red-lipstick lips. A very erotic sight. He kept pulling until he felt
her nose against his large stomach. A gag escaped her lips, though
their wasn't much room. She controlled the natural gagging motion and
began to suck on him, her tongue running on the underside of his cock.
Chuck loosened his hold and let her pull up, and after a quick second,
she descended down onto his lap again.

	"God that feels good Mary!" He meant it, she was quite an
experienced cock sucker.

	And of course, this boosted Mary's esteem, causing her to work
harder on pleasing him. The better she does the shorter this "torture"
would end, she thought. She had measured the hard penis while it was
in her hand, it was larger than her husbands, a half-an-inch longer
and almost twice as thick. She cursed god, allowing this little troll
to have such a magnificent cock when her handsome husband wasn't as
well endowed.

	During her blowjob, she kept her eyes closed, and concentrated
on only the penis, not who it belonged to. She is not sure how long
she worked on it, but it seemed like a very long time. Mary hopped the
dwarf, wouldn't want to cum in her mouth, it caused her horror just to
think of it. Up until the time her hand measured the cock, Mary had
been unexcited, now the gorgeous cock was getting her vagina a little
wet. It would cause her to be very excited, if only she didn't have to
fight the idea of who it belonged to.

	The first indication that his cock was about to explode, was
his hands descending again around her head, messing her hair. The next
was the fact it gotten harder, if possible, and then a little larger
just before it exploded.

	The cum shot against the back of her throat, and she could
feel it trickle down into her stomach. As she expected he forced her
mouth down until it encircled the whole cock, but after his first
shot, he quickly yanked her hair and head off his cock. The next shot
hit her half-open mouth, the next her cheek. He pulled her head back
against him, rubbing his slowly softening cock along her wet cheek and
closed eyes.

	Slowly the jerking subsided, and the flow of sperm stopped.
Mary was extremely revolted, just the thought and feel that sperm was
rubbing along her soft white skin of her beautiful face caused her to
almost throw up.

	"Hum, god that was good! I'm starting to think you may be a
valuable asset to this station." His hands had let go of her head, and
she looked up into his face, smiling her award winning smile. While
the sperm coated at least half her face.

	Chuck's finger rubbed along her cheek, then pushed into her
mouth. Amused he watched as she hide a gag then tried to seductively
suck it clean before he repeated the sequence.

	Almost tenderly, he said, "Lick me clean Mary, then I'm going
to fuck you good and hard."

	Slowly her head descended and her tongue stuck out of her
mouth, she lapped along his semi-hard cock, cleaning the sperm and
spittle from its uneven surface. She swallowed hard, after sucking her
tongue clean between licks.

	Chuck lifted the gorgeous thirty-four year old up by her arms,
and held her, she stood still waiting for his command. His eyes
descended down her attractive body, then zeroing in on her white silk
panties. He could see the dark mark where her juices had stained the
virgin white surface.

	He ran a finger along the length of the soft material, feeling
the coarse hair beneath the fabrics surface, and under that a slimy
softness. He pushed the fabric past the hair and into the gully of her
pussy lips. A shiver ran through her when he poked at a hard little
bud. Her clitoris.

	His hands guided her body to his desk, she bent over the big
wooden table, her ass not two feet from where he had been sitting. He
commanded, "Arch your back slut!" She did as commanded, while
realizing she could feel his warm breath on her left cheek. His
fingers tugged at the gee-string, pulling it down past her hips, then
down past her ass and to her mid thighs, where he left it. His hands
again played with her generous, but shapely asscheeks.

	Chuck could see her dark crack descend between her thighs, and
when he pulled her cheeks apart, he could see her puckered little
anus, and lower, her hairy brown bush with only a little pink visible.

	"Spread your legs wider, fuck toy!" She complied, knowing the
end was in sight. After he fucked her, he would give her job back to
her, and let her go home. She knew after a new contract she wouldn't
have to let this little troll fuck her ever again. A picture of her
husband flashed into her head, and she knew she was doing this for
him.

	She was wrong.

	She spread her legs until the mid-thigh panties hindered her,
she arched her back out knowing he was getting a eye full, and
thought, he better enjoy it, it would be the last time he had such a
gorgeous woman to fuck.

	A thick, chubby finger pressed against her anus, Mary almost
screamed out, but bite her lip. Would the dwarf sodomize her, of
course she would let him but the "forbidden" act scared her. His
finger ran down to her flowered open cunt lips. He pushed inwards, his
finger slowly disappearing into her warm wet grotto of love. This time
she bite her lip from the pleasure of his digit inside her aching
cunt. How could she get excited from this hideous monster, she
thought.

	"Hold your ass cheeks apart slave?" Slowly she did, hating the
vulnerable position she was in.

	The chair behind her squeaked, and she could sense him
standing behind her. Chuck's finger pulled out of her loose wet cunt
and his cock entered her. Fast and hard. She couldn't hold back the
scream this time.

	The office door opened and the plain secretary was standing
there, mouth open and eyes glued to the scene behind her bosses desk,
Chuck smiled at her then waved her away. Amused at her startled and
questioning look.

	Mary was horrified, someone knew. She didn't have time to
contemplate the fact that someone had seen her half laying on her
bosses desk, naked, with her own hands holding her asscheeks apart,
and her boss's stomach pressed against those same asscheeks.

	The reason was, Chuck began to fuck Mary. Hard and fast! Her
cunt was making squishing, and popping noises. While the sound of his
front hitting her cunt and ass reverberated around the room. His long,
wide cock filled her up like none other. She hated it, and loved it at
the same time.

	Chuck felt great, here he was fucking the anchorwoman over his
desk, the same one that always looked upon him with disdain. She was
making noises like she was indeed enjoying herself not just
pretending. But Chuck wanted to make her pay, he wanted to let her
know she was being degraded.

	Mary felt the first smack on her bottom, as the sharp pain ran
up her spine. Chuck began to spank her shapely bottom, alternating
between cheeks. She wiggled her ass, screamed for him to stop,
promised him an eternity of sex. But he didn't stop, only laughed. An
insane, enjoyable laugh. Again and again, he spanked her round bottom,
getting great enjoyment from the act. His lunges got faster, harder,
more determined.

	Mary realized her voice could be heard outside the door, and
the secretary would be listening to the animal sex sounds inside the
office. Would the woman tell anyone? As long as Mary kept her job,
nothing else mattered.

	Chuck stopped spanking her, and stopped his lunges. The both
of them caught their breath. When he was about to renew his fucking of
her wet gash, a fingers slide down her sweaty ass crack to her anus.
There it entered her quickly and sharply, not caring for her pain.
Again, Mary was made to yell out in pain. The finger pulled out and
entered her again and again, in time to his thick cock in her pussy.

	It was perverse and degrading, but the not-so-young
anchorwoman was enjoying herself. She hadn't realized it until she
felt the familiar itching of her crotch, a orgasm was building. Of
course she didn't stop screaming or trying to crawl across the desk,
she had to convince her boss that he was harming her, it wasn't
seemingly for a lady to be in such a position, not to enjoy it. But
she soon lost control of herself. The screams of pain and pleading
turned to passion. She ground herself against his ample stomach on
every down thrust, enjoying the feel of his hairy stomach against her
now-tender asscheeks. She could feel his balls slamming on the
underside of her crotch, in time to his thrusts. Even his violating
finger was enjoyable, brought a new sensation upon a never-before
nerve.

	Chuck loved it! With his free hand he reached up and grabbed
at her messy mane of fake blond hair, and pulled. This caused her back
to arch even more, her ass to get rounder and the channel of her cunt
to be smoother. Also Mary, moaned out her pleasure of the new
position.

	Words escaped his mouth, "Ride me bitch!... Wet cunt... show
me how much this job means to you!" Any many other things.

	While Mary, moaned and screamed out, "Yes!... Thick cock...
finish me... god, please... fuck me... yes!" Of course, many of the
words couldn't be used on the air.

	Surprising to both, Mary was the first to cum, her orgasm
shaking the heavy wooden desk and almost dislodging her partner.
Outside the accompanying scream of pleasure could be heard clearly by
the embarrassed secretary.

	Before Mary even stopped shaking, Chuck began to shoot his
sperm into the anchorwoman, violating her with his life-giving juices
a second time. He pushed his finger into her mouth, reaching around
her body, she sucked on it hungrily, not knowing it was the same that
had been in her asshole.

	When finally, Chuck pulled out his considerably smaller cock
from the slimy wet hole and fell back to his chair, Mary fell to her
knees in front of him. Quickly taking his cock into her mouth,
cleaning him expertly with tongue and lips, almost with a love that
had not been present several moments before. She worshipped the
swiftly softening penis, the object that had caused her a surprising
amount of pleasure. Surprisingly since, she had never liked the taste
of her own juices or even sperm before.

	Only when Chuck's cock was clean did, Mary take her head off
his lap and laid in on a beefy trouser covered leg, eyes looking up
into his. "Well, darling?" He didn't say anything just sat with his
head back, resting. "Is it a deal?"

	He finally moved, slowly and resistant, as if not wanting to
be interrupted. "I will talk to my father, and I'm sure he'll see
things my way!" He pushed her head off his lap and zipped up his
pants.

	Mary was very happy! She had won! Chuck would let her keep her
job, doing what she knew only she could do, and if she had to sleep
with him again, that wouldn't be so bad. He wasn't as bad as she had
originally thought! Her orgasm, was certainly proof of that, rare as
their were.

	As she dressed, using her still-moist panties to wipe her face
and inner thighs clean, she tried to still be seductive. Hoping to
again catch his eye, letting him now she was now available. She would
of course need a quick trip to her dressing room to clean up. When
finally she was dressed, and fairly presentably she turned to the
relaxing man, happy she pleased him, and was about to speak.

	He interrupted, "If only the audience could see you now, hum?"

	She laughed, knowing that she still needed much work to look
as she always does to the viewers every night, but took it as a
comment.

	"As we agreed, you would continue to work at this studio, and
as my personal assistant. Here sign this... " He pushed a pre-prepared
sheet towards her.

	Her old temper began to flare, he had already made the
decision to keep her on, but let her lower herself to such desperate
acts while he already had a contract written out. Then she realized
that most men couldn't possibly control themselves with an attractive
seductive woman, like herself, offering them a chance at her. Without
really looking at the writing she signed the paper, then bent over the
desk to kiss deeply her boss, and now lover.

	Mary was almost out the door when Chuck again spoke up, "See
you tomorrow, in studio six."

	She spun around, that was the daytime talk show studio. Was
he just playing games with her? She saw his malicious smile of
triumph.

	"You'll be the new host of our home show, and of course you'll
have to move your stuff out of the news room by tomorrow. "A tear
began in her eye. "Now get the fuck out of my office!" he shouted,
standing up.

	Her whole body was frozen, she hadn't won after all, he only
used her to get whatever he wanted. She would be the host of some
mindless housewife show, after ten years as the host of this cities
best news hour. A glob of sperm and vaginal juice slide out of her
uncovered cunt and down the insides of her thighs, reminding her of
what had happened earlier. Mary felt very sorry for herself, she
didn't think about her kids or her husband, only about her own selfish
needs.

	She spoke up, afraid for the first time, of the short fat man
on the other side of the room, "What about our deal of a personal
contract?" She had earlier hoped, that it would have been enough to
convince her boss, but she doubted it now.

	He laughed, "Your still a good looking woman, Mary, but your
getting old. And besides the new girl, replacing you, is much more
convincing!"

	Mary left his office, his laughter still echoing in her ears.
The secretary, watching nervously out the corner of her eye, slight
amusement hidden on her face. The ex-anchorwoman ran to her car and
drove quickly home.