Anal Ant, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-07-29. Times viewed: 3656.
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- Intro: For some reason women idolize this guy.
The office supervisor with curly hair and cute breasts said, “Do you want something Anthony?”
Well he did but the 20-year old blond who only recently had found, to his pleasure, it had become necessary to shave his face every day, wanted something from Mrs Mallory but was too embarrassed to ask.
“Then run along,” she said to the company’s IT guy and he hurried back the dark box that was ridiculously called his office. It had been a vacant store locker. Now that the company was fully computerised there was need for a tech guy and Anthony had been the only applicant willing to accept the pay rate being offered and the vague assurance that an office would be found for him in due course.
It transpired no one with decent-sized offices wanted the new young guy sharing their room and blowing up computers because of his incompetency should that be the case because he held only a two-year degree.
The previous evening Anthony Jones, with his pants dropped around his ankles, had been bonking Bess King who was bent over their hedge just inside the front gate and they were being watched by the King’s curious pup called Pebbles.
Suddenly when Anthony popped out Bess yelled, “Christ what the hell are you doing? Not up there.”
“Oh come on Bess, give a guy a break.”
“No,” she said, turning away and pulling up her panties. “Fuck off.”
“Aw Bess I can’t find any babe who’s willing to expand my sexual experience in that direction.”
“Decent girls don’t take it up the back chute. In fact most of my friends don’t do it but our mothers do. You should try to bang a married woman.”
Anthony walked muttering to the house next door where he lived, nursing this new desire to fuck a married woman. Until now he’d regarded them as overweight females, er generally, too slow to get out of their own way and because of that would be useless in bed.
Useless, that is, until now. Bess had opened his eyes to something married women had to offer a keen young guy like him. His mom was still up and she looked at him and said, “I saw you doing things to Bess.”
“Ah yes but you should approve because I was wearing a condom.”
“Good boy. You haven’t been at your sister have you?”
“Gee mum, give me a break.”
Rather than chastise him for being so rude about his younger sister, his mom looked relieved.
Anthony worked to ease the built-up pressure and flushed the release that Bess hadn’t drawn from him down the toilet and went to bed thinking what where the married women he could ask for a screw, er backdoor screw. No way would he fuck his mom and she had two sisters living in the city but they were as sexually unattractive as was his mom and Bess’s mom was even worse. He was shocked, realizing he didn’t know any attractive married women and he then smiled. Oh yes he knew one gorgeous married woman, Mrs Mallory at the office!
Unbeknown to immature and sexually unstable Anthony, he couldn’t have made a better choice. Marjory Mallory was so sexually frustrated she’d tried unsuccessfully to fuck the kitchen broom handle two evenings ago and her dildo was in greater use than even her toothbrush used for its proper purpose.
Anthony waited until the office manager was passing and called her in and prepared to address her with a short come-on speech he’d practised memorising for two hours the previous night.
“Yes Anthony?” Marjory inquired, wondering why the young lad was so flushed-face that morning.
Anthony panicked, forgot his lines and blurted, “I need a married woman to fuck.”
Oh dear, thought the 38-year old. What an unusual request for one to receive so early in the day but she had to decide was that request office-related. If not then it was outside her authority to deal with. But Marjory felt a pelvic itch and that switched her thinking. Perhaps she could install Anthony in the woodshed at home for a few weeks and have her way with him regularly. Her husband Frank wouldn’t notice because he was preoccupied masturbating into one of his empty coffee cups while viewing Internet porn queens with vulvas spreading as big as saucers and breasts probably weighing 6 lbs. each or more.
Anthony, aware of his folly, apologized and said he hadn’t meant to burden her with such a ridiculous request.
“Anthony, please, you’re cool. I’m not burdened with requests of that nature; I’m burdened with the fact I don’t get enough sex.”
“Wow and then we are made for each other,” the young guy said the enthusiastically.
Majority said well yes, thinking that wasn’t correct in the collective sense, but in respect of her pressing need for lusty sex, his point was extremely valid.
She looked at Anthony’s groin.
“I might be interested in servicing your sexual needs Anthony. “Tell me more.”
“I need a cooperative married woman to allow me to fuck her up the arse.”
“You mean to copulate with her in anal sex?”
“Yes that too if it’s on offer.”
Marjory felt her anus vibrate in excitement. Oh he was such a delightful young man and so naïve. Yes it would be a delight to allow him to ream her grossly ignored backdoor.
“Come with me Anthony.”
They entered the stationery storage room and Marjory stuck scissors against the door and into two grooves in the door jam, effectively stopping anyone else from entering.
Marjory dug into the hiding place where condoms and lubricant were stored and said, “Let me see what you’re got Anthony.”
He inquired, “What is it that I’m meant to have?”
She sighed and thought another young loser deficient in his education. “Unzip and show me your dick.”
“Oh you mean expose my penis” he chuckled. He unzipped and pulled it out with two hands and as it unfurled Marjory’s knees almost buckled.
“I-I don’t believe I could take all that up my back chute.”
“That’s okay, just take as much as you’re comfortable with. You can do the banging to control the uptake. I’m used to doing that with my cousins when in their pussies. They’re still too young to take it up the ass.”
Marjory felt faint and she murmured were the cousins of legal age but wasn’t answered.
Telling Anthony to watch, Marjory fingered her anus and as the area softened she inserted another finger and widened the tube opening significantly.
Anthony made her bristle when he commented, “Your hole gets big because it’s in a wide and fat ass.”
“Charming,” she gritted and told Anthony to roll on a condom and hold the lubricant at the ready.
“This is a little like watching my farmer uncle checking a sow to see if all the litter are out.”
Marjory carefully counted to ten, felt less explosive, and continued with her instruction.
“You have got beyond that tight ring you were feeling. Now you can push in a bit faster…. “Yeow, not that fast,” she yelled, squealing like a stuck pig.
This time she delivered a real reprimand and Anthony only just escaped being slapped when he said, “You’re such a grouch about this. Perhaps I should try one of your more accommodating office ladies.”
“I’ll just bounce on you a couple of times Anthony to give you the feeling of the sensation and then that ends your lesson.”
“Aw want about a cunt fuck?”
“God, oh well I suppose so.”
“Will you pull out your tits?”
“Okay providing you don’t say I look like a cow.”
“No I couldn’t say that because you have great little fuckers to suck. You are grooming me well Mrs Mallory. “Could you keep on teaching me more things every day?”
“No I find you rather too coarse in your speech and rough with your hands for my liking.”
“Okay then, I’ll just rip one off in pussy and that will be it.”
“And thank god for that,” Marjory sighed.
However, forty minutes later as Marjory waited for her breathing rate to ease and her energy levels to return, aware she’d just completed the best round of sexual penetration she’d ever experienced. The young man was a genius and had raised her to new heights in sexual emotions, not only through his physical power and techniques but also through his ability to combine her energy and other inner-forces and sensors. The outcome of their mutual sexual focusing was to make her feel she’d temporarily transcended in something that could only be described as a mini time warp during which time, when reaching its peak, she’d had the absurd notion that she was mistress of everything around her and her mind was revolving around their bodies.
God had he hypnotised her or slipped her a hallucinating drug? She thought not but there was no telling. She was also aware she’d never sweated so much during sexual union nor released such a discharge of secretions.
Anthony was shaking her and Marjory regained her focus.
“Someone was banging on the door asking were you in there and I said yes and the woman asked me to open the door but I said no. Well I couldn’t, not with your legs spread wide like that and your pussy pulsating and leaking. I think she’s gone for help.”
“Omigod… there’s a towel in that cupboard over there. Fetch it please and where are my panties?”
“I handed you them and you threw them upwards and they caught on the top of those storage shelves. I’ll climb up and retrieve them.”
The female company secretary arrived with Marjory’s PA. Marjory, pretty well cleaned up by then, made up a story that she slipped and had become lodged across the door opening and fortunately Anthony had been in the room checking a computer and finally managed to free her and pull her away from the door.
Anita the company secretary said, “Where’s the computer; we don’t have a computer installed in this room?”
“Oh,” Marjory said and looked at Anthony and he said, “Ah and I found that out during my inspection.”
“You two have been having sex,” Anita whispered fiercely. “Marjory you know very well that is not to occur during company time. Now Trish not a word about this to anyone do you hear?”
“Yes Mrs Roberts.”
“If word gets out we’ll know you were the source and I’ll not tolerate that. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Mrs Roberts. I have no wish to be demoted or lose my job.”
“That’s the girl, well done. Now off you go Trish and Anthony get the hell out of here and Marjory go and tidy yourself properly. You look like the beneficiary of a gang bang.”
Ant as Anthony is now called, received rapid promotion and carries the title of computer systems engineer. The females recognise Ant as the most popular guy in the company and the other guys have no idea why. The former storeroom is now Ant’s office and other executives are envious because after the female CEO took Ant to an over-night conference, she had a bathroom built on to Al’s office for his exclusive use and refused to explain why to senior managers and declined their requests for similar amenity upgrades.
Ant is known to have a remarkably large number of frequent one-on-one business meetings with female staff and a ‘Do Not Disturb’ notice is displayed during those important executive meetings. The explanation for that is Ant is providing advanced computer training to those females and apparently he’s not good at training males because he says they know too much.
Ant’s company car is in the same band as the vehicles of the company’s CEO, secretary and the director of operations, and again no explanation has been made.
The secret reputation of this remarkable young executive as Anal Ant has infiltrated the wider community and Ant is often seen driving one of the city’s notable females including the Mayor’s new and younger wife to computer training sessions at various hotels in the city.
No one appears to know why Al has gained such prominence and can afford expensive Italian suits and has a very expensive gold watch and a gold sheathed iPhone usually only available to the rich and famous. Just recently in a magazine interview he was asked about his elevated status in the city and the reporter Melanie Webber wrote:
Mr Jones just smiled and said assured me it was undeserved and was probably more perceived than real. He added he just worked hard and hard workers were usually rewarded well. When I repeated something I’d heard a rumour that other senior executives at the company were livid that he had the same model car as the company’s CEO, Mr Jones just smiled in a most engaging manner and said it was simply reality. When promoted to a job within the company with greater responsibilities, Mr Jones was asked what his choice of company car was and he said a high spec Lexus like the CEO drives and that’s what he got.
Mr Jones certainly has class about him and during the 90-minute interview I had the strange feeling that Mr Jones could really assisted her in some way but I couldn’t put my finger on what that was. I asked Mr Jones and he just shrugged and smiled.
I felt like panting, without knowing why. Was that just a perception or was it real? I find it impossible to answer that.
Well yes that was a very strange interview as well. Melanie Webber who has a huge following is regularly seen in the company of Ant Jones although she’s married to a prominent lawyer who acts for the rich and famous set. She’s attractive with insignificant breasts but has outstanding legs and a great backside.
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