Mr Potter's Amazing Day Part 2, a short story by Wysiwygman. Date added: 2012-07-18. Times viewed: 2786.
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- Intro: Mr Potter's amazing day continues. Het, Anal.
Mr Potter’s amazing day part 2
Elwin Potter walked through the early morning throng on London Bridge Station with a smile on his face and a spring in his step. He paused when he reached the exit then turned back and purchased a single, red, carnation from the flower seller by the door which he placed in the button hole of his jacket. He strolled leisurely to his office, admiring his own reflection in the windows of the shops and arrived, to his surprise, at eight forty five almost fifteen minutes later than normal.
“Good Morning Mr Potter.”
Sally, the Receptionist, greeted him with her customary cheerfulness.
“It is indeed Sally, a very good morning. May I just say how charming you look this morning? Positively radiant!”
He responded and strolled, whistling, to his desk. Sally followed him with her eyes, her mouth open in amazement.
“Well I never!”
She exclaimed, patting her hair,
“Whatever has come over him?”
And she sat down at her desk, feeling a warm glow inside.
Mr Potter entered the office, hung his umbrella on the hat stand and sat down at his desk. He felt confident, dynamic and filled with energy as he attacked through the correspondence in his in tray with unaccustomed zeal. He made decisions that he would normally have referred to his superior, was firm with customers who normally browbeat him and chatted at length to clients with whom he normally only spared a few moments on the phone. By eleven o’clock he was surprised to find that he had secured three new lucrative deals and had secured full payment for no less than five overdue accounts. He was just about to make himself a cup of tea when his phone rang. It was Mr Prater, the Senior Partner.
“Potter? Would you step into my office for a moment?”
Elwin straightened his tie.
“Of course Mr Prater.”
He replied with new found confidence. He made his way to the second floor and knocked at the door of Mr Prater’s office.
The older man barked. He entered,
“You wanted to see me Mr Prater?”
Douglas Prater sat back in his chair and surveyed his employee.
“Potter, you’ve been with us now for what is it? Ten years?”
“Thirteen, Mr Prater.”
Elwin corrected respectfully.
“Thirteen years then. In that time Potter you have always been a diligent and loyal employee but today you have astounded me.”
Mr Prater picked up a sheaf of printed out emails.
“All morning Potter I’ve been hearing your name. Three of our biggest clients have placed substantial orders and five of our most tardy accounts have been paid up to date.”
He stood up and walked across to his window.
“I’ve also had emails from customers I’ve never heard of praising your attitude. What do you think of that Potter?”
“It’s always gratifying to be appreciated Mr Prater.”
His boss turned and looked at him.
“I like the cut of your jib Potter. There are too many young ‘Flash Harry’ types in our business, all show and no staying power. What would you say to a challenge?”
“I should relish it Mr Prater.”
Elwin Potter replied, feeling more alive than he had ever felt before.
Mr Prater explained that he needed a man to negotiate with an important client,
“Bradbury and Phillips are an old and well established firm. Old Bradbury passed away last year and his widow has taken over the company.”
The Senior Partner toyed with his pen.
“To be frank Potter, Sybil Bradbury is quite a bit younger than her deceased husband and she’s full of plans for expansion. She was old Bradbury’s P.A. before they married, business graduate and all that so she’s no fool and I’m afraid the last chap we sent might have rubbed her up the wrong way, she said he was a ‘Patronising prick’ and the long and the short of it is that, if we don’t come up with someone who can give her what she wants she’ll take her business elsewhere. Do you think you can do something?”
“I shall give it my very best Mr Prater, my very best.”
So it was that Elwin Potter found himself in the office of Sybil Bradbury, managing director and owner of Bradbury and Phillips, that very afternoon. Sybil Bradbury was in her mid thirties, a handsome woman with long, dark, hair which she wore in a rather severe bun. Her superbly tailored suit did nothing to disguise her magnificent bust and curvaceous figure and her pencil skirt had a hem line that revealed a little more of her elegant legs than was perhaps strictly business like.
“Well then, Mr Potter, your Mr Prater assures me you are the man who will impress me enough to keep the Bradbury and Phillips account with Prater and Perks.”
She looked him up and down as he sat in the chair in front of her desk.
“Frankly I have my doubts, I want Bradbury and Phillips to embrace the future, I want us to flourish and I think we need someone representing us who has a lot more vision that Prater and Perks have shown in the past.”
She walked around to the front of her desk and sat upon it, her long legs stretched out in front of her. She had unfastened her jacket and, as she rested her hands on the edge of the desk, her proud bosom swelled provocatively beneath her crisp, white, blouse.
“So Mr Potter, what have you got that the others haven’t?”
Elwin Potter stood up and moved closer,
“Firstly, Mrs Bradbury, I should like to say that I’m delighted to hear your views. In my opinion it is high time Bradbury and Phillips changed their approach and maximised their potential.”
He smiled at her,
“I think your account needs a delicate but bold hand, you need to have your market expanded, maximised and challenged in a way it never has been before.”
His hand rested lightly on one, elegant, knee and Sybil Bradbury looked up at him in surprise.
He told her firmly,
“To achieve your full potential you need a partner who can provide you with total penetration until your market cannot take anymore.”
He slid his hand up her thigh, feeling the smooth silk of her stockings beneath her skirt. Sybil gulped but nodded and he placed his other hand on her other knee and repeated the manoeuvre.
“We’ll need total access Mrs Bradbury if we’re to deliver the results you desire.”
His hands slid higher, taking her skirt with them. For a moment she resisted but then lifted her bottom to allow him to bring the skirt up around her waist. He gently, but firmly, spread her thighs, then stepped back to admire the triangle of black lace that was revealed.
“Yes Mrs Bradbury, I think I can provide you with the desired results. You do desire, don’t you?”
Sybil Bradbury blushed but nodded, her eyes on his.
“So then, why don’t you disclose your figures and let me show you how I can expand your markets?”
He slid her jacket off her shoulders and lifted her hand to the top button of her blouse.
“Come on Mrs Bradbury, show me your assets and I’m sure I can rise to the challenge.”
Hesitantly, Sybil Bradbury began to unbutton her blouse revealing, button by button, her large, firm breasts encased in the black lace cups of a surprisingly feminine brassiere. When she was done, she shrugged the blouse from her shoulders and allowed it to slip down her arms and fall onto the desk.
“Mrs Bradbury I have to tell you now that your hidden assets surpass my wildest expectations.”
Elwin lifted his hand to cup one magnificent breast, feeling the nipple hardening instantly beneath his fingers. His other hand slipped down her side and unfastened her skirt.
“But I feel we need total, mutual, disclosure if we are to work closely to our mutual satisfaction.”
Her eyes never left his as she worked her skirt down over her hips and allowed it to fall to the floor.
“Now let me show you the strength of our own commitment Mrs Bradbury.”
He whispered, unfastening his trousers and guiding her hand down to his rising member. She gulped as her fingers closed around his hardening shaft but she stroked its full length gently. Feeling the hot blood swelling within, stretching the skin to velvety tightness.
“Now, Mrs Bradbury, I think it’s time that we demonstrated what you could achieve with Prater and Perks firmly behind you.”
Elwin took her hand from his cock and deftly turned her around so she faced the desk, the edge pressing hard and cool against the bare flesh of her thighs. He moved against her, his hot rod pressed up between the firm globes of her bottom.
“If we could just free up those assets,”
He told her as he deftly unhooked her bra,
“And make them work for us,”
He slipped his hands over her shoulders, stripping the garment from her and took her heavy breasts, one in each hand. He began to massage them,
“See what results we can achieve.”
He whispered, kissing her neck. She began to pant, leaning back against him, her buttocks rubbing against his erection.
“Oh Mr Potter!”
“Maximise my market, show me how you would penetrate it!”
Elwin smiled and pushed her forward, bending her over the desk. She rested her weight on her arms and spread her legs as his fingers slipped between them and drew her moist panties to one side.
“First we have to test the market,”
He told her as his fingers sought the entrance to her secret place. She gasped as he slipped first one, then another probing digit into her pulsating channel.
“Oh Mr Potter, is the market ready?”
“I believe so Mrs Bradbury.”
He told her, replacing his intruding digits with the blunt head of his fully engorged member,
He thrust slowly into her, stretching her heated sex with the unaccustomed girth.
“Oh Mr Potter!”
“I never thought the market could bear this level of expansion!”
“Mrs Bradbury, I feel we may achieve even deeper penetration than you have yet imagined.”
He told her firmly, forcing the final inches into her with a firm, masterful thrust. She moaned, wordlessly as his cock touched the entrance to her womb.
“Once established we have to exploit our position to reap the greatest benefits!”
Elwin moved within Mrs Bradbury, slowly withdrawing then thrusting hard and deep.
“Mr Pot..Mr Potter!”
The business woman writhed on the desk, her hands clawing at the leather surface,
“Exploit your position! Expand the Market! Plunder it! Oh my God...”
She wailed and started to buck as he took her roughly to her climax, pinning her to the desk with one hand as he buried his hard rod inside her. Ignoring her moans he continued to thrust until she came for a second time and collapsed across the desk, shaking and whimpering.
“And now Mrs Bradbury,”
“We flood the market, demonstrating our dominance of it.”
With a mighty thrust he forced the head of his cock into her womb and released his seed like a volcanic eruption. They shook together for a few minutes; each lost in the overwhelming sensation until Elwin regained his composure and slowly slid his softening prick from her completely conquered pussy. Mrs Bradbury sighed and rolled onto her back.
“Oh Mr Potter,”
“I think you have demonstrated your complete understanding of my requirements.”
She slithered from the desk and dropped to her knees,
“But there is one more thing I need to discuss with you.”
She stroked his slimy prick and cupped his balls.
“There is an opportunity I have long wanted to explore,”
She told him, as she squeezed and massaged his cock,
“I suggested it to my late husband but he never had the opportunity to achieve our mutual goal.”
She sucked his thick cock into her hot mouth and Elwin felt himself stiffening again. She released him from her mouth,
“Oh Mr Potter!”
Mrs Bradbury chuckled, working his hardening shaft with her hands,
“I’m sure I have found the right man to take charge of this delicate negotiation!”
She stood up and then lay back on the desk. Bringing her knees up to her chest, she spread her legs and reached down to part her bum cheeks with her hands,
“It’s a completely new route to market for us,”
“Virgin territory you might say.”
She stroked her tiny, pink rosebud with her delicate finger tips.
“I have made a few, exploratory investigations.”
She fingered her pussy, coating her digits with the slimy combination of their juices, and then slowly inserted one into her puckered asshole.
“Oh Mr Potter, I feel that this market may prove to be even more rewarding!”
Elwin moved closer and joined Mrs Bradbury in her exploration.
“Although margins may be very tight indeed. I fear we may require some considerable quantative easing in order to fully exploit this attractive opportunity.”
He stroked the tightly stretched flesh around Mrs Bradbury’s inserted digit.
“Top drawer of my desk!”
She gasped, shuddering at the sensations his ministrations created,
“Hurry please, dear Mr Potter.”
He opened the drawer and found a small bottle of expensive olive oil.
“Aha, this may be just the thing.”
“Extra virgin as well, just the ticket.”
He drizzled the golden oil onto her finger,
“Work it in well Mrs Bradbury,”
He instructed and watched as the randy executive worked the lubricant into her virgin ass as she moaned in anticipation of their new venture.
“Now I must prepare my business plan.”
He told her as he greased his cock with his hand. When he was sure his prick was fully erect and glistening with the sweet oil he took his place between her legs. Mrs Bradbury drew her finger out and grabbed her calves, pulling her legs as wide as possible whilst lifting her abdomen to offer her anus up to his blunt headed tool.
“Exploring a new market is a risky venture Mrs Bradbury,”
Elwin told her as he pressed the tip of his cock against her tightest hole,
“Sometimes it can be painful but the potential rewards are often all the greater!”
Her eyes bulged as he forced himself into her,
“Can the Market bear this level of penetration?”
Elwin took her by the hips,
“Courage Mrs Bradbury, this is only the initial offer.”
He pushed harder until her sphincter yielded and he thrust his length into her.
Mrs Bradbury wailed as his thick eight inches opened her bowel.
“Mr Potter! You have opened my new Market!”
“Indeed Mrs Bradbury and now I shall penetrate it, expand it and dominate it!”
Elwin informed her and rammed his prick in until his balls bounced against her.
She wailed with mixed pain and pleasure as he began to ravish her back passage. As he increased the speed of his rhythm she began to whimper and moan. She released one leg and her hand snaked down so she could roughly finger her clit whilst she exhorted him to greater efforts.
“Yes Mr Potter, plunder the market, reap the rewards! Oh God, I’m coming!”
She gasped as she rammed two fingers into her sloppy pussy and finger fucked herself with wild abandon. The sensation of her two fingers pressing against his shaft through the thin membrane brought Mr Potter to the brink of a monumental orgasm.
“I can feel a bonus coming Mrs Bradbury!”
“Give me your dividend!”
“Shower with the profits!”
He whipped his cock from her arse with an audible pop and lunged forward as he shot his come over her tits and face.
“Oh Mr Potter!”
“I never realised this would be such a rewarding partnership.”
After they had agreed terms for the continued association of their two companies, Mr Potter returned to his office. Mr Prater was waiting to greet him.
He boomed, grasping his employee by the hand.
“I’ve just received the confirmation fax from Bradbury and Phillips with the new contract details. Mrs Bradbury speaks of you in glowing terms and insists that you are the only man who can handle her particulars from now on. You’re promoted to Junior Partner immediately. Well done Potter!”
Elwin Potter smiled,
“Thank you Mr Prater.”
Is this the end of Mr Potter’s amazing day Or could there yet be further surprises for our hero before he once again returns to his bed?
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