Fraulein

Henry refused to admit to anyone, but deep down inside him, he was scared of his boss. Her frosty glare combined with her cold beauty told him she was quite dangerous if one got on the wrong side of her.

When Kim, her pretty Korean secretary came to summon him in person, he was seized by a cold chill. She could have placed a call to him from the office but it appeared she wanted to warn him.

'Hello Kim,' he reached for her bottom. She slapped his hand away, plainly indicating their usual foray wasn't on today.

'The Boss wants you,' she said. 'I think you're in some kind of trouble.'

Henry's fears were confirmed.

'Tell me Kim,' he said. 'Do you have any idea what it is I have done?'

She left without saying a word and Henry was left to deal with his fears alone. He sat at his desk twiddling his thumbs in despair.

His head buzzing with trepidation, he made his way to her office. Kim refused to meet his eye. She just nodded him towards the door. He stepped in and shut the door behind him, waiting for her to acknowledge his presence.

'Mr Henry,' she said without looking up. For some reason, she had a dislike for him, always referring to him as if he was a stranger and he was obliged to do the same.

'At your service Fraulein,' he said. She looked up , a look of surprise on her face. The moment passed and her face was inscrutable once again.

'You speak German?' she asked.

'I'm Swiss,' he said. 'As you well know, I was picked because I spoke French, Italian and German fluently.'

'I see,' she said in such a way as to dispel the familiarity which he had tried to establish. 'From now on, I'm Miss Antje -- don't you ever call me Fraulein again.'

'Yes ma'am,' he said, slightly irked that she had impolitely left him standing but too afraid to ask to sit down.

'Good,' she said. 'It has come to my notice that you've been using the company's resources for non-company work.'

'I don't understand, Miss Antje,' he said.

'I'm not going to play games with you,' she said. 'You have been viewing pornography on the company computer assigned to you.'

He stood open-mouthed, staring down at her, deeply mortified that his secret had been found out.

'And our security cameras have picked you harassing Miss Kyung on several occasions. She has however, decided not to press charges against you.'

Of course Kim would have lied to cover her ass -- she was his girlfriend, but the secret was known to only both of them.

'Even if it was consensual, we maintain a "no sex between employees policy here",' she continued. 'I am highly disappointed in you, Mr Henry. Do you have an explanation?'

He stood like a five-year-old, looking down at his feet, refusing to meet her gaze.

'I'm sorry,' he said in a hoarse voice.

'Being sorry won't repair the damage,' her words sliced into his heart like a blunt, rusty knife. 'You have hundreds of pictures of women's anuses on your computer -- such funny porn to look at.'

'I'm leaving,' he said, anger giving him courage. He unpinned his identity card from his shirt and tossed it onto her desk, then spun on his heel and headed for the door.

'I'm not finished with you Mr Henry!' she called after him.

'I no longer work for you,' he flung back and exited the office.

'Henry!' Kim called after him trying to catch up with him in her high-heeled shoes. With his long strides however, he soon left her behind.

He drove aimlessly around the city for a while, then stopped at the park to take a walk and decide on things. He was however, too disturbed to think about anything and decided to head home.

He pulled up next to a green Audi, too engrossed in his misfortune to realize none of his neighbours drove a green Audi -- his boss did. He took his keys from his pocket, jingling them as he approached the door.

Someone was sitting on the steps, but since he wasn't wearing his glasses, he could not tell who it was. He could however, tell it was a woman and his heart beat loudly as he imagined it was Kim come to demand an explanation.

When he drew near, the woman looked up at him and a shock, like a bolt of electricity shot through him. It was Antje.

'What are you doing here?' he asked coldly. 'You'd better leave before I call the cops.'

'I've come to explain,' her voice was cracked, and he could tell she had been crying when he observed her red eyes.

'By golly, you'd better have a good explanation,' he swore. 'Spit it out and be on your way.'

'Won't you even invite me in?' she asked.

Henry stood for a while, a frown on his lips as he debated within himself if it was worth it. 'Come in.'

She walked into the house and stood, waiting for him to invite her to sit. He felt a certain petty satisfaction as he poured himself a drink and stretched himself out on the sofa, looking up at her.

'Well?' he prompted, sipping his drink with relish.

'I'm sorry,' she said in a little voice. She held her handbag in both hands and stared at her feet, rubbing the toes of her pumps against each other.

'About?' he sat up, curious. 'Weren't you justified?'

'Almost all the men look at porn in the company,' she said, a blush covering her face and extending to her neck as she said. 'I do too.'

'Hmmmm,' he said.

'I've had feelings for you for quite a while,' she blushed even redder, becoming more agitated. 'I was so jealous of you and my secretary so I installed cameras in your office.'

'That explains it,' he said. 'Unfortunately, I don't feel the same way towards you and you have humiliated me enough. I'll have my resignation letter in tomorrow.'

Her lower lip trembled, and he thought she was going to cry again.

'What do you want then?' he asked.

She stood for a while, not answering him. Suddenly, her hands went to her throat and she unbuttoned her suit, revealing a pink lacy bra. She undid the straps , baring her breasts. Henry sat still, refusing to believe his eyes.

She unzipped her skirt , and kicking off her pumps, divested herself of her clothes until she stood completely naked before him. Henry should have called the cops, or stopped her as soon as he saw her undress before him, but he was so fascinated watching her, no doubt controlled by the snaky monster in his trousers that he stared dumbly, waiting impatiently for the next portion of her body to be unveiled.

She stood looking down at her feet, as naked as the day she was born. Long neck, medium breasts, flat tummy, light bush... Henry's eyes travelled down, appraising her features, even as he got harder.

'So what's the meaning of this?' he asked.

'I want you,' she said simply, walking towards him, still too embarrassed to look him in the face. She stopped with her pubes directly in front of him and pulled his head to her.

Henry felt his tongue dart out of his mouth of its own accord and bury itself in her sweet-tasting slit. He licked her hungrily, reaching for her buttocks and pulling her tightly to his face.

She moaned, calling is name,'Henry' with a tenderness he'd never have guessed existed in her, and he increased his attentions. She came again and again, flooding his tongue with her liquid, her legs quaking from the paroxysms that went through her. He held her firmly, as he sensed she was too weak to stand and lifted her onto the sofa.

If her legs were weak, her hands were not. Like a tigress, she unzipped his trousers quickly, tugging them down with along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock which pointed straight up as soon as it left its restraints.

Without much ado, she took him into her mouth and began to suck him with an urgency that had him try to hold her back to go slower so he wouldn't come so soon. He found himself unable to control her bobbing head so he wet his thumb in his mouth and reached between the cheeks of her ass, searching for the crinkly rosebud.

As he found her pucker and began to slip his finger in, she took her head off his cock.

'I had an idea you'd do that soon,' she said.

'Do what?' he pretended not to know, still worming his finger past her sphincter. He wanted to hear her say it.

'Play with my anus,' she blushed. 'You have an anus fetish don't you?'

'Sort of,' he replied, finally getting his finger in and moving it in and out. The tightness began to reduce as he fingered her, and soon he was doing it with ease.

'Do you ever touch Kim's?' she asked, bolder now at discussing this forbidden area.

'She won't let me,' Henry replied, adding a second finger.

'Are you going to have sex with me in the anus?' she asked, a slight look of alarm on her face.

'You mean, am I going to fuck your ass?' he teased, her asshole relaxing to accommodate his two fingers.

'Yes,' she blushed.

'No,' he replied. 'I don't think that's something I'll ever do. Looking at it and playing with it is something I'm quite content with.'

She was no longer blushing. Instead, there was a naughty, impish smile on her face as she stood up, his fingers leaving her ass. She bent over in font of him, spreading her cheeks, revealing her pink wrinkled hole to him.

'This is unbecoming of a lady, Fraulein,' he mocked, returning his finger to her ass, getting it easily in.

She moaned, crying out as she came again, her asshole holding his finger in until she relaxed.

He pulled her down onto his lap, cupping her breasts for the first time, running his hands over her hard nipples. They kissed, her lipstick smearing all over his lips as their tongues tangoed, his hands still fondling her ample tits.

His thighs were wet from her pussy, and her ass on his lap had bent his cock, causing him some pain. He lifted her a little, and entered her with a sharp jab. She gasped, holding him tightly as he began to fuck her.

'Harder,' she whispered in his ear and he began to bang her for all he was worth. The sharp intake of breath told him she was about to come. He was right there with her, flooding the walls of her pussy with his semen.

When the intensity of their lovemaking had passed, she asked quietly,'So are you still leaving?'

'No,' he said.

'Ahh,' she gasped as his finger entered her ass again. 'What's going to happen with Kim?'

He was silent.

'Kim doesn't let you touch her asshole but I do,' her voice was small again and he realized that this lady was despite all appearances, still a child at heart.