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Anjou - 3
by MrMortonMorton (mrmortonmorton@yahoo.com)

***

Anjou continues to get 'properly fucked'. (MMFF, bi, 
oral, anal)

***

7:45 AM Monday, Mr. Benjamin arrives at his office 
Anjou is waiting and follows him in and slams the door 
shut

"OK YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU WERE RIGHT AND I HATE YOU!" 
Anjou really had not intended to yell at Mr. B but it 
just came out that way.

"Sounds as though you and I might be able to have an 
adult relationship now, why don't you sit down." As Mr. 
B invitingly motions to a seat on the couch with an 
open palm he notices that Anjou's posture has changed, 
imperceptible to most except those with the most 
educated eye. As she sits he returns to his desk and 
removes his lap top from its case, plugs in, turns it 
on, pulls out some folders from his laptop bag and lays 
them on his desk and picks up the phone and touches 
three buttons.

"mornin' darlin' howse yer weekend?" in his best 
southern drawl. Luanne had been with Mr. B for 24 years 
and had now plumped up, but the word was that in her 
day she was more than just a real looker. She was a 
southern belle transplant to the Bay Area who knew how 
to protect her executive from all but guns pointed at 
her head, and even then she might find a way. 

"Quite festive Sir, and I want to personally thank you 
for the opportunity to evaluate the new janitorial 
supervisor, it went quite well," she giggled. "He has 
my personal recommendation." 

Mr. B had asked her to evaluate the single 40ish Black 
man who had applied for the position. He came in at 4PM 
on Friday but it appeared that Luanne had a 'scheduling 
conflict' so she had to change the appointment to that 
evening at her condo; and she had a special penchant 
for well hung black men as they were taboo where she 
came from.

"Well good, glad I could be of assistance. Would you 
send out for my usual and..." "Anjou what would you 
like from Starbucks?" "Double non-fat soy decaf 
cappuccino" Anjou replied. Mr. B laughed and handed 
Anjou the phone "Here, tell her yourself, I don't 
understand a fucking word you just said." Anjou did and 
Luanne knowingly finished off with "put your middle 
finger up his ass when you blow him and smack him 
around, He'll love it." Anjou blushed as she hung up 
the phone, not lost on the ever observant Mr. B who 
notices everything. She returned to her seat.

"OK, let's resume our conversation" Mr. B had seated 
himself in the arm chair at right angles to the couch 
while the Microsoft jingle sounded in the background. 
"I'm an S.O.B., I'm right and you hate me. Is that 
where we're at?" 

"What you said to me rang in my ears. It was the truth. 
I had never been 'properly fucked'" "You really put me 
in deep turmoil, I didn't know if I should sue you, or 
hate you or what...but it kept ringing in my ears that 
you were right, I was never properly fucked." Anjou was 
more composed now.

"You could still try to sue me if you want." Mr. B 
offered 'the sue me' gambit while grinning broadly.

"No. I went to the Redwood Room at the Clif,t" Anjou 
began, "I know it well" Mr. B interjected.

"I had taken a suite upstairs because that was the only 
way I could get in" Mr. B nodding his head in approval, 
impressed at her tenacity to get into the 'right' bar.

"I met two tall, handsome, really well built Russian 
Doctors..." she continued. "Yanik and Boris?" he asked 
with a great grin as his eyes lit up. Beet red was an 
understatement to describe Anjou's reaction...and she 
was speechless. Mr. B realized his mistake in not 
allowing Anjou to tell her own story and was quick to 
take her off the hook.

"Oh, my dear, tell me you didn't fuck them both in one 
night. They have monster cocks and, well, if you had 
them baby, not only have you been properly fucked, but 
my hat is off to you." Mr. B was convincing in his awe 
of Anjou. "Did you have them both?" he had to know.

Anjou nodded her head yes, recovering from her beet red 
blush and proudly smiling now.

"Did they DP you?" Mr. B wanted the details. Anjou 
cocked her head sideways to question what he meant. He 
clarified "Double penetrate. Did they take you at the 
same time?" He began to breathe a bit irregularly as 
his excitement was more than simply a vicarious thrill. 
Reliving this escapade through another sparked his 
prurient interest at a deep level of his being...now 
Anjou, whether or not she knew it, temporarily had the 
upper hand.

"Boris fucked my face while Yanik pounded my cervix." 
She continued as Mr. B's eyes continued to widen. "Then 
Yanik, for the second time, fucked my ass, rolled me 
over and had his brother fuck my cunt at the same time. 
It was then Mr. B, that I thought of you. I thought 
'why would I think of that SOB at a time like this' And 
then it occurred to me that what you wanted me to learn 
was that when getting properly fucked, one has to 
relinquish control completely. That I had never 
relinquished control ever, during sex, and these two 
boys would have destroyed me had I not surrendered 
totally and completely. Oh, I came and came and came 
all night long Mr. B."

Now Mr. B was struggling with maintaining an even 
breath. It was evident now to Anjou that she had 
affected him deeply. She saw the tent rise in his 
slacks. She smiled at him while looking him straight in 
the eye. She curled her index finger at him a few times 
in the 'come here' command.

Now she was beginning to connect the dots. Luanne's 
suggestion made sense. He rose and walked towards 
Anjou. She deftly unbuckled Mr. B and his slacks 
dropped around his ankles. She pulled down his boxers 
and swallowed his 6 ½ inches all at once almost down to 
his root. She came back up and after teasing the pre-
cum from the tip of his cock released his member from 
her lips.

"How do you know the boys?" she asked as she returned 
to her mission at hand. He remained silent enjoying her 
engulfing his now wet cock again. One more pump, one 
more lick of the tasty tip juice and then, "Do you have 
personal knowledge of them?" And right back down on the 
shaft, this time pressing her nose into his pubic 
hairs. She paused and inhaled deeply through her nose 
to experience his full aroma. He still hadn't answered. 
Back up the shaft ever so slowly this time, pausing 
longer now to polish the head with her tongue. 

She was grateful to the boys for stuffing their massive 
pricks down her throat because Mr. B's 6 1/2 incher was 
easy now. He still hadn't answered. She looked up at 
him, he though she was asking him for approval and 
closed his eyes and moaned. She swung with an open palm 
as hard as she could and caught him flush on the cheek. 
The blow knocked Mr. B back onto the couch and he was 
startled. His cock slipped from her suctioning lips 
with a loud sound, not nearly as loud as the slap.

"I asked you a question. Do you have personal knowledge 
of them?" as she was demanding an answer she wrapped 
her strong tennis forearms around his thighs and slid 
him forward on the leather couch so that his ass was 
almost at the edge of the cushion and engulfed his 
softening cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head 
rapidly to re-engorge his cock with the blood flow 
needed to retain an erection. Again he had not yet 
answered and he closed his eyes and moaned... after 
all, her ministrations were better than any whore ever 
could be. 

WHAP another slap landed flush.

"Yes, Yes, they have both fucked me on several 
occasions." She immediately shoved her middle finger in 
his mouth and knowing the drill he licked it sensually 
as she removed it. She kept her nails short to properly 
grip her tennis racquet so she was not worried about 
nicking his insides as she roughly inserted the finger 
up his ass. 

She maintained full suction on his cock the second time 
she slapped him and he did not lose his erection this 
time. It didn't take long. Mr. B spurted gooey gobs of 
jism down Anjou's throat. She thought of Maria and did 
an excellent job of cleaning up any mess.

The light on Mr. B's phone had been flashing and now he 
lifted the hand set from the phone in front of him on 
the coffee table. "Yes you may bring it in now. Thanks 
darlin." 

Mr. B's boxers and slacks were still bunched around his 
ankles and Luanne brought in their coffee. Mr. B's 
boner was almost faded and the red welt on his face was 
plain and obvious. Luanne placed the two coffees on the 
table and tossed Anjou a wet wash cloth which was well 
folded to retain the heat. 

As Anjou unrolled the washcloth to clean her finger, 
the one which had just been in her bosses bum, Luanne 
kneeled in front of her long time lover and confident 
and carefully used the other washcloth she had brought 
with her to wipe Mr. B's ass as she took his limp dick 
in her mouth. Tried as she might, she was not able to 
arouse the spent member. She turned to Anjou and with 
sincerity said "good job!"

But Anjou was not done. She'd come for her own division 
and was not about to leave her bosses office this 
morning without it. In addition, after the annulment 
from Mike, she decided that from now on any time she 
gave head; she'd better get head in return. So as she 
was removing her slacks Mr. B wanted to know "what are 
you doing?" 

"Did you just have a shattering orgasm from that 
exquisite blow job I gave you?" Anjou demanded.

"Yes." 

"Well I came here for my division presidency this 
morning after getting 'properly fucked' this 
weekend..." 

"Which you now have Ms President," Mr. B interjected. 

"Congratulations my dear," as Luanne had not yet left 
the room and was sincere in her good wishes. 

"And..." Anjou continued, "since you just got great 
head, one good turn deserves another." 

"Oh good luck dear, he only eats pussy when he's had 
too much wine, you better take a rain check on that 
one," Luanne chimed in. 

"Hmmm. You know she's right Luanne. I respect that. She 
is now in charge of a vital part of the growth and 
future of this organization and I must keep a clean 
slate with Anjou." 

"So you're going to eat pussy in the middle of the 
day?" Luanne wanted to know. 

"Well, no. I'm not. As you know I have a very heavy 
calendar. Please call my consort and explain my 
predicament and see whether she has any suggestions."

"Yes Sir!" as Luanne picked up the wash rags and 
returned to her own office and Mr B. pulled up his 
shorts and pants.

"I will honor my commitment to you, but not just now as 
I am already running behind schedule. Please block out 
two hours with Luanne so that we can plan out our new 
division together. Also please tell Luanne to schedule 
an off-site executive meeting for later in the week so 
that we can celebrate your appointment and officially 
introduce you to the other division Presidents. And 
finally, as you know, we're all off to New York for 
market at the end of next week, have Luanne cancel your 
plane reservation, re-arrange your hotel...I want you 
in an adjoining suite if possible and have her get you 
an AMEX platinum business card."

"Wow, I truly appreciate everything and understand your 
intention to keep your commitments with me and I feel 
honored". Anjou extended her hand to shake and Mr. B 
clasped and added his other hand warmly, in a show of 
sincerity. "I understand and will do all. You mentioned 
flight arrangements; do I need to do something about 
that?"

Mr. B chuckled. "We have our own corporate jet. Just 
have Luanne make a limo reservation for you. Also ask 
her to have the architect, oh, what hell is... Raines, 
have Raines in here with you of course, so we can 
create an office for you, design room, showrooms in Los 
Angeles and New York..." Mr. B quieted here. "Anjou, 
let's complete our conversation about 'proper fucking', 
control and surrender. You have all of it correct thus 
far, and Luanne gave you good coaching on the finger in 
my ass and roughing me up. You now know how to get well 
and properly fucked for your enjoyment, pleasure and 
release." Mr. B continued.

"So here is my question to you: 'Do you care to learn 
how to become the fucker?' The reason I ask is that as 
a division president, there will be times you will have 
to fire people, put vendors and companies out of 
business and generally become a cunt who is also a 
fucker. You will become an ass licker as well as an ass 
fucker, a cunt sucker as well as a cunt fucker and 
generally able to dish out as much as you can 
withstand. 

"Obviously having enjoyed Yanik and Boris tells me you 
have great capacity. Slapping me as you did and 
controlling my eruption with your finger as you did 
also tells me you can dish. Are you ready to learn how 
to dish out pain to those who perceive it as pleasure, 
and help them fulfill themselves?"

Anjou took a deep breath and focused on not erupting in 
anger or violence on Mr. B as she composed her 
response.

"Mr. B. At the end of my work week last week you told 
me I had a prim and proper stick up my ass, that you 
wanted to remove and shove up my cunt, and probably my 
ass too, in order for me to enjoy orgasmic bliss, or 
something along those lines. So what do I do? I follow 
your instructions and go out over the weekend and get 
myself royally fucked. And I enjoyed it, I really did. 
Now, here and now on Monday, you're telling me that in 
order to be successful in business I need to learn how 
to enjoy S & M. You really don't give a girl much time 
to adjust do you?"

Anjou paused and thought for a moment.

"I would greatly enjoy fucking you Mr. B. In addition I 
would take great pleasure in watching you being fucked 
by others as well if that's what you like. You know 
what Mr. B? I am going to become the most successful 
division in this organization. I am going to apply my 
knowledge of the arts to 

The fine art of domination and submission, so subtly, 
that most will never know why they enjoy my treatment 
of them. I get it. I guess the mentor is only as good 
as the student is ready. I'm ready!"

"I see! Bravo! You are smarter than any I have ever 
encountered. I do believe you will teach me, not 
eventually, but from the very outset. But at any rate, 
find an assistant. I would like to meet that assistant 
before a formal offer of employment is made. They 
should be able to serve you 24/7. They need at a 
minimum a masters degree, but I would prefer a Ph.D. 

"Basically I need for you to try and replace yourself 
in the job you are leaving." He continued in a 
completely different tone...maybe even somber "One note 
of caution...I am, and will always be, THE dominant 
force in this company. Never, ever forget that lest you 
run afoul my darkest side."

"Clear," replied the new protégée. "Crystal clear."

To be continued...

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