Working in the office all day was dull. Really dull. Same repetative tasks, same boring jobs, usual hum-drum conversations. Moral was low. Sure, we'd had a few social evenings, had a bit too much to drink, came back a tad squiffy. At the end of the day though, the monotony of the nine 'til five hung in the air.

The phone rang, the voice on the other end demanding to see me in the office at once.

Typical. No sooner was I in and trying to deal with the fuckups from the weekend staff, then the moron of a boss would ask me to perform some menial task which could be performed by a chimp as "he liked my personal touch". Bollocks - he enjoyed the power games he'd play with me. Oh well.

To my suprise, the boss was not wanting me to do this. Instead, it was worse. We were to have a safety inspection the following week and for this, they needed a departmental safety bod. No prizes for guessing who this was.

Job remit, get the place up to scratch. No extra money for it, no extra staff for me ("money is tight, you know it"), just a clipboard, a semi chewed and half full biro and some paper. Great. I complained and to his credit, he did say I could take someone from the temp. bin. Free range on who.

Normally, I'd have taken a piece of real eye candy. A bimbo with more boobs than brains, but all the ability to work of a broken typewriter. However, I needed someone this time who could work and would not shy away. The only person who fitted this description was Diana.

While Diana was not bad to look at, she always made me feel slightly uneasy, as if she was plotting to somehow embarrass me or try and pull one over. Tall, elegant, natural red head, she had the lot. Plus a razor sharp witt and could work like the proverbial Trojan. I decided the best time to ask would be over lunch, down the pub.

Lunchtime came, lunchtime went. We ate and drank and talked. She would be ameanable and could start in the afternoon. Damn, I couldn't - dental appointment, but would tomorrow. Hell, I wasn't coming back with half my face frozen - I wouldn't be able to concentrate and besides, novacaine just made my cheek and eye swell without numbing me at all. I did say that she should make a start by looking around the temp office for obvious hazards, but not to do too much as I'd like to be there with her if anything was found.

Later that night I recieved a phonecall from the boss. He was annoyed. Apparently Diana had been causing a pile of trouble for the temps by being a complete bitch and pulling people up - apparently, with my permission. Of course, I denied this, but in such a way that it would not drob Diana in the thick brown sticky stuff. Promising to be in early the next day (Diana always arrived early), I replaced the reciever and carried on eating my meal.

I enjoy cooking. There is nothing more sensual than this activity in my book. Cooking a pie especially. From the minute of rubbing the slick oils into the flower and manipulating the every firming dough, to the rough and ready pounding of the meats to tenderise and extract the full flavouring - it is one constant pleasure. Forty minutes of playing with the maliable and wet materials, placing in the warmth of the receptical and waiting until hard has to be some of the forty best minutes I spend. Follow that with the suckulence of the meats in their juices and firm gooey underside of the pastry and you have to admit, it can't get much better than this!

I guess at about 10pm I decided that I really should look up some facts on health and safety. Logging on, I noticed an email from Diana. How the hell did she get my address?

It was short and to the point, yet there was something not right about it.

"Can you get in for 7.30 - I've found a problem"

Urg! I intended to arrive at about 8.20, have a coffee and meander around the office, casually looking for obvious problems, having first warmed Diana about her conduct. I suppose 7.30am makes sense, there are very few (if any) people around then and we can hack on. Bummer. I realised that I should log off and get some sleep.

The next day was warm, but with a hint of autumn in the air. The forcast had been for rain, so I suppose they were as accurate as always! I opened the main door and headed for my locker. Divesting myself of overcoat and my other chattals, I headed for the temp's office.

I don't know if Diana had seen me coming, but she jumped when I coughed. She hurridly reset her machine (I inwardly smirked, that will hurt come reboot) and blushed very slightly. Standing up rapidly, I noticed that she was a bit of mess down below and suggested she correct herself. Blushing a tad more, this is what she did.

"Come on, we've plenty to do before the boss and the other crew starts. Let's begin on the top floor and work our way down" I suggested.

Gathering our note pads et al together, we made for the lift. There was no way I would be climbing 10 sets of stairs at 7.40 in the morning. Inside the lift, was wonderful. The fresh scent of a lady is always one of the most attractive facets I find. Diana had obviously bathed that morning, I recognised the old relaxant of herbal Radox, Ginger and Cinnamon in an instant. Mingled with her perfume, it performed a symphony of delights on my nose and inside my head. Something niggled at me though. If, as I had suspected, she had been, erm, indulging in a spot of self relief (say), then there would have been the musky scent intertwined with the other melodies of smell.

The top floor was a mess. Boxes cluttering common paths, dodgy electrics - you name it, and that would be there. We decided to cut out losses and close the floor down. No one worked up there, so it made very little difference.

I was about to head back to the lift when Diana called me over. She'd found something.

By running, jumping and hurdling the obstructions, I arrived quickly. There on the floor a pile of used personnel documents. Like school children, we started to skim through them, just to see if there was anyone there we knew. We came across a name I recognised, Michelle Hunter. She had risen from an office drone to the MD's second in command almost overnight. The file was very explicit in her rapid rise to the top. Everything.

It was like reading a who's who in auto erotisism and a show of getting to the top by going through the bottom!

We both sat and giggled at the exploits and the all to sudden demise of this example employee when the MD went to pastures new. Michelle had left, a glowing reference would obviously follow - she was not brain dead woman and had made sure of that in no uncertain terms.

I am not sure at what point though, I noticed Diana's hand starting to pat the base of my back in a tiny drumming movement and to a beat. It was not very hard, but with each tap, I noticed my mind being drawn from the text and onto her.

No. Stop. We have work to do. Not much time, so much to get through.

I stood up, Diana smiled coyly. Coughing, I suggested that we carry on with the inspection. I could see in her eyes though what she wanted inspecting. "No way woman", I thought, "getting on top of me to get one over me isn't on my agenda". I strode purposely towards the lift. If she did not want to follow, but sit and play with herself then fine. I was not going to be a party to this. Time was pressing.

I had noticed though that the early morning coffee had made me in need of using the loo. The ninth floor had a toilet (multisex - I never did understand why, no one ever used them like this) which could be made use of. Diana had followed behind.

Again, something was not right. While her smile was undisguised in a "come and get me" way, she did not seem - correct. It must be me. The tapping on my lower lumbar area had affected me correctly and this only happened when being tapped by the opposite sex. It ate at me.

The lift duely arrived, we disembarked and I headed for the toilet. Diana followed, making suruptisious notes on anything which took her eye. While I must admit she looked good at the task in hand, I had a feeling one of the blonde bimbo's would have done the job just as well.

The toilet had no light. I entered. Thinking I was alone, I sat and my mind began to wander. Could all of what had been said about Michelle really be true? She never came across as a lady who would induldge in such a series of acts, she was always the ice- princess when we had met. Nothing would phase her. Nah, it must all just be bullshit.

My thoughts were shattered by a sudden click. What the hell?!

I rose from the toilet rapidly and made for the door. There was no body around, yet the door was locked. I tried to unlock the door - as with the top floor, this was in not much better state. The bolt shattered, cutting my finger. Damn, that hurt.

With the sink not working, I decided that I should suck the dirt out of the wound. I was revulsed as soon as my digit entered my mouth. The taste of blood always sickened me. Behind me, there was a cough. I turned to see who was there. Diana. I should have known.

I was holding my injured finger, the taste of blood had drained some of the colour from my cheeks. I proffered my finger for her to look at.

"Can you see anything in it?"

She looked. Without speaking, she shook her head. The warmed ginger locks, tassled around her face, landing over her brown eyes. By blowing upwards, she managed to move her hair from the current position.

"The taps are broken" I stuttered nervously. Shit, what was this woman up to. She'd not said a word, but was making me edgy.

She placed her finger to her lips and took my bloodied finger into the melt of her mouth. Lapping at the wound, the blood began to flow freely. With each whip of the tongue, my finger felt better. It was as if she was not sucking my finger. The warmth of her mouth had begun to play tricks on my mind. What on earth was happening?

On withdrawing my finger, Diana had been pulled close to me. Close enough to smell. Close enough to touch. Close enough to .... kiss. Our lips met. Electricity crackled between us as our lips parted each others as we filled each other's mouths with our tongues. Her breathing became a touch more rapid. We kissed. Our arms around each other, gently rubbing up and down each others back. Like sixteen year olds, we held each other. Never leaving each other's lips, never once missing the chance to play with the other's tongue.

She finally placed her hands on my behind. I had risen from the toilet to rapidly to replace my underwear. Her strong, long fingers massaged my rump, teasing samples of skin, pinching, clawing, scraping and pumbling. I enjoyed every moment. For my part, I was making a brave effort at her bra, but failing miserably. The catches were something I had never been able to manage - too tricky. It felt clumbsy. To try nibbling at the skin one moment, caressing with my lips the next. Damn this bra! Unfasten will you!

Diana laughed at my attempts to undress her. It was obvious I was not really any good in this situation. She pushed me away playfully. I fell on the cold ground, the crunch of my bum on the tiles resounded through me, yet, it did not hurt - my mind was elsewhere.

She had turned to face away from me. I could see by her arm movements, she was worrying at her blouse. Demurely, she turned to half face me. Teasingly, she started to unbutton herself, the wisps of red hair, invading the neckline where I had been recently tasting. The tease was good. I could see what she was doing, as after each button, she would turn a hundred and 80 degrees whilest flashing the extra exposed skin. I noticed her bra. Blue. Fitting snuggly and pushing up the small firm breasts. More buttons came away. Each time, more flesh came into view. The blouse fell away.

With confident footsteps, Diana approached me, took hold of my hands and placed them firmly on the bra still covering her. It was too dark to see, but instead of the warmth of fabric, there was the cold clamminess of rubber or leather. She pressed my hands together, with a squeek they moved and in the same motion, the clasp at the front gave way, freeing the delights held within. She jumped back and in the style of a 20's French whore, removed the final vestments from her top. I rose from the floor and took the wench in my arms. She threw back her head, I kissed the bottom of her neck. Sucking and tasting, I moved to the bottom of the jawline. I could smell her now. She was a sensation only found once. I moved along the jawline, nibbling and kissing until I reached the brow of her chin. As I began to move up to her bottom lips, she bit my nose. Ouch!. Sore finger and sore nose!.

I recoiled backwards and lost my footing. Like a leopard on her pray, Diana leaped after me, catching me full on around the waste. She did not know what had hit her when my engourged member slipped into the back of her throat. I shot my load there and then, making her choke. Serve her right, the minx.

We hit the floor, me harder than her. I was winded and dazed as I was brought to my sense when Diana fell ontop of me, causing her to bite down. Tears welled up in my eyes. In a moment, she had raised her head from my groin, the remains of my ejacuate evident by the glistening around the sides of her mouth.

"That wasn't fair" she scolded. "No one does that to me". So saying, she once again lept on me, ripping off my Gucci shirt, exposing my well toned and tanned chest to her. Savagely, she set about my nipple. Tearing at the flesh like some dervish. All the time, I tried to escape. Trickles of blood had appeared from around where she had been tearing. Suddenly she stopped. With the tip of her tongue, she started to lap at my injuries. The mixture of pain and the teasing of my skin was becoming too much. I began to stroke her back. I moved down towards her woven silk skirt, each approach though was met with a sharp of pain as her tongue dug into a welt. This was a woman who wanted to be in control.

She moved to the other side of my chest. My nipple already erect, my mind unsure what she would do next. Like a baby coming to suckle, she began to mouth around my undamaged chest. A kiss here, a suck there, a tip of the tongue lick around the edges. Her hand reached down and began to cup at my balls. Between her finger and thumb, she began to roll each gonad. The firmness of the rotation and the suckling on my chest had started to re-awaken my toothmarked prick. Her fingers played while her hand cupped. Round and round she went. With each successive rounding, her middle finger would press behind the back of my ball cage, causing a small amount of discomfort, but at the same time, exciting me more.

My head flung backwards when she accidently brushed my cock. She required no second bidding and launched for my neck. I caught her mid-air and attempted to bring her up to my lips. I managed to get her up to my chin, my dick was caught in the cleft of her skirt. With deliberate thusting motions, I made as to excite her, but only succeeded in giving myself a small friction burn. Her lips parted and she buried herself in my mouth. We kissed and carressed.

Soon, Diana push my head down towards her neck. I moved down quickly, the bristle on my chin causing a wave of redmarks over her upper neck. I mouthed and nuzzled for a while, then she pushed me lower.

The pertness of her breasts was refreshing. Most of the mags I ever read had the girls with boobs which could poke your eyes out with. Her's were different. Large enough to hold, small enough not to me too much of a mouthful.

I placed my head over her left nipple. Revenge. My lips pressed against her mound, my lips parted and I began to suck. Diana had placed her hands behind my head and began to rock me backwards and forward over her breast, making sure I gave both equal attention. I did not need any bidding on this score. The were a sight to behold and a miracle to taste. She kept bobbing me, left, right, left. I was over her right tit when she thrust her fingers into the back of my neck. I inhaled sharply as she thrust me sharply. The breast entered my mouth with the resultant force pulling the rest of her into my mouth. She gave a slight gasp. My tongue was trapped, I was unable to breath. She kept me there, bobbing my head so I could snatch at least some breath. With a pull, my head went back. In one swift movement, she moved me to the other breast and pushed me forward. I caught my lip on the way in, she shivered as the lip rubbed against her breast as it plunged to the back of my throat.

It was all I could do to move this harradin from me. Everytime I managed it, she trapped me in another position. Eventually, exaughsted, I fell on top of her. For a moment she was still, then her hands moved to the side of her skirt, undoing the zip fastner and side buttons of her slip. With a swift movement, they were off. We firmly kissed again, her hands began to rake at my bottom, mine started to prise away her panties so I could gain access to her prize. Her hands moved closer together, drawing up closer in the process, I could feel her smooth skin though her briefs. She moved down over my behind and began to toy with my hole. Shots of pleasure drove up my back. She started to move down me again, teasing my previous injuries and moving inextrably to my nether regions. I ached for her touch.

Her tongue began to toy with the base of my penis, her warm breath increasing the pleasure. With each lick, my erection grew stronger. She began to work around my balls, sucking each one into her mouth and rolling around with her tongue. She would allow it to pop out before retrieving the errant gonad. In turn she moved from the right to the left. Squeezing with her tongue and mouth roof my bollocks. My dick grew and throbed. Seeing this, Diana moved back to the base of my shaft and started to use the tip of her tongue to move up and down this pole of mine. Each time, she would not touch my head, instead, she would kiss the tip. With each kiss, she would take a small amount more of my head into her mouth.

At one point though, she moved her mouth right down the length of my shaft, suckling and guzzling my meat to about half the way down. She would then raise her head and with a deft movement, lap down to the same point. The rapidity of the movement cause my dick to jerk around, almost as if it were to shed it's load again. She repeated the action, with each raising, putting her teeth together to just catch of the end of the head. She bobbed up and down for a short while, then gave an intake of breath and pulled her head down to the base of my shaft, the feeling as I slipped down and bent in her throat is one I will never forget.

I had not paid much attention while this was going on but the gentle toying with my anus has become more speedy recently. She had expanded my hole enough to easily slip in a finger as she blew me. Each time she lowered herself onto me, she had been sliding her finger up. My turn.

Prick engourged and enjoying the pleasure too much, I decide to pull her over my face. I wanted to bury my head between her thighs and pull, tug, caress and probe her most intimate of places. Diana moved around and placed her crotch over my head. With a movement, she whipped away the final part of her panties and shoved her crotch into my mouth. She hit my lips with force and my mouthed opened.

I'm used to women with big clits, don't get me wrong. But this was different. My tongue began to rise slowly towards her crack, gently it eased along, parting her lips as it went.

I moved it up and down as if painting a wall, just to start her engine. My tongue moved up towards her clit and snagged on something. I toyed with the something which gave way. I nearly choked. While this woman was bobbing up and down on me, getting me close to extraction and releasing me prior to the moment, she had been hiding her secret. There, in my mouth, being lapped by my tongue was a prick. Heavily shrunken, but a prick non the less.

Sensing I'd found out, Diana started to move faster. What the hell if it was a prick. I started to massage the member with my tongue, trying to get a rise out of it. I could tell Diana was enjoying the sensation almost as much as I was enjoying what she was doing to me (my dick was being used like an ice cream pole, licked and rotated with the tongue). I played with the member as she played with me. I began to fiddle at her bum, probing gently. I removed the dick from my mouth and started to suck at her arse, moistening the hole with my tongue.

Her movements had started to react to my movements. With each stroke of my tongue, either over her arse, tunnelled out cunt or dick, she drew on me a little harder. I placed my lips around her tool and began to work it in and out of my mouth, grazing the surface each time with my teeth, teasing, teasing the thing to grow. This was all new to me, I'd heard of men/women (shemales) before, but never encountered one, now here was one in my mouth. I drew her dick into my mouth a number of times before she started to grow. I attempted to emulate the sensations she was performing on me, I rotated her tool with my tongue and nuzzled up when it was deep inside my mouth. Then she began rocking her pelvis. Her dick began to brush up and down against my tongue, with each thrust, the head would scrape against my tongue. All the time, she was growing.

I was about to cum for the second time when she rose from my cock. Her lips glistened with my juices, yet the movement caused what little of a member she had to be pushed under my tongue and rub on the membrane underneath. She carried on rocking, my blowing of her was doing the trick. It felt strange to have a dick in my mouth, but not on the whole unpleasant. The member grew inside me. How I wish she could have shot a load into my mouth. I was profoundly curious what she would taste like. While she was under my tongue, the opportunity arose for me to thrust my tongue into her false pussy. I could feel the muscled wall rubbing my tongue and almost at a point which would make me gawk, something small and hard. I toyed with them. The tip of my tongue tantalising whatever they were. What the hell - she had me in the palm of her hand, it was the least I could do.

She removed herself from my lips and began to rock down towards my dick. It was crying out for attention, attention she duely gave. With a thrust, she pushed on m y hips and thust herself deep onto my cock.

With a degree of sadism I'm yet to find since, in one glorious movement, she turned herself full circle, grabbed my hands and placed them firmly on her breasts.

Using deliberate motions (presumable so my member would rub against whatever I had found deep in her tunnel of love), she pushed herself hard up and down my shaft my hands being forcibly rubbed against the firmness of those beautiful domes of hers. Our thrusts began to merge so we would meet each other at the correct point to maximise out pleasure. She rode me like there was no tomorrow. Each penetration would further stretch the domed out skin, she was enjoying it, though the tiny tears of her skin brought the odd tear to her eye. I did not care.

My thrusting became more and more rythmic as she began to coo slightly. Deciding I had had enough, I threw Diana up into the air and moved out of the way as she came back down. However, not being a bad sort, I caught her in mid air and turned her over, ensureing she was at an angle when she came back down. I positioned myself and started to nudge forward, this time, not the false hole, but the real one.

With each attempt to enter her back passage, I was buffeted by her arse cheeks. I was not sure if this was a rebuke or being playful. I carried on. With each push, the hole grew slightly. My fingers had already loosened the muscle walls, but it was still a heavy job.

I clasped hold of her thighs and started to bring her ass more to the correct height and position, each time, I pushed that bit harder, each time, her ass opened that bit more. It came as a suprise when with a large push, my enlarged head entered her back passage. It was warm and damp. I pulled back and pushed forward again, each time, pressing that little bit further.

On a stroke, I pushed firmly into her. It was tight. A tightness I had not found since taking advantage of a 16 year old after a school party years ago. I pulled back, the friction of her arse preventing me from withdrawing too rapidly, I eased back in and started a wave breaking motion, sometimes gentley lapping the shores, sometimes a wave crashing and pounding underfoot.

We moved in unison. I pulled and pushed as I plundered her arse. On each movement, my prick grew, but then so did the moistness. I decided to have a bit of fun. I withdrew from her arse and buried my tool into her tunnel, pulling and pushing, the tears in the constructed wall becoming slightly more, the extra lubrication adding to heighten the feelings. My member was growing more. She had started to milk her own dick while I was going behind her back. I started to alternate; ass, cunt, ass, cunt, ass. She was starting to buck and writhe, the frenzied pulling of herself all the time making her larger.

On pull, she bucked her ass up and pushed me off balance, I toppled on my front and she fell ontop of me. She braced my firm ass cheeks and with a deliberate motion, thrust her erection deep into my back passage. A shock threw up my spine as she entered and exited me, her hands were around the front, playing with my head, I could feel it as she moved back and forth, my ass, pounding now between her thrusts and my pushes. My body began to throb as she carried on pushing into my depths with what remained of her manhood. All the time, her sleek hands played with me. Something happened, my back began to tense. Diana was now moaning deeply as she pushed and pulled herself into my backpassage.

She withdrew and I breathed in. Without warning, she slammed back into me, sending ripples of power up and down me. I tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed each time with her making love to me.

My dick was starting to drip now as she cupped and carressed my balls. She was fumbling, trying to keep a grip on my prick, while all the time pentrating my rear passage with her sex. She slowed to a snails pace with both her hand and prick. My arse was burning - I'd not felt this good in years. The ravages of her on my ring had made me excited as I'd never been before. Without warning, the pace was picked up again. My dick rubbed against my balls, my balls toyed with to such an excrutiating point, my ass, being filled all the time.

I'd never known my cock to be so hard, or my ass to be so relieved when she stopped. With a slight suck, she dismounted me. I was in no position to move. My red raw arse needed air. With a deft movement, she moved her head to behind my balls and started to lap at the juices which had flowed from my ass. The tickling on my gonads was almost too much as I pulled her over my head.

With a teasing breath, she blew on my tip, the coolness sending shivers up my spine again. She placed her lips to my crown and with the tip of her tongue, began to move in circles, each time moving a little way down.

By the time the warmth of her mouth and teesing of her tongue and reach the back of my dome, I was ready to shoot like I'd never done before. She began to undulate her head up and down my shaft again, each time a bit further and with more pressure. I began to push into her throat. No. I didn't want to cum this way.

With a gentle movement, I rolled Diana onto her back and placed my prick into her man made cavity. My hand began to work on her dick again. I pushed deep into her, her back arched, she moaned with delight, her prick grew with the bruising motion of my hand, our breaths grew strong, mouths pressed hard, tongues exploring the intricate cavities of the mouth.

She bit, hard. My tongue bled. I was not going to stop now. Picking up the pace now, my hand tugging hard on what was left of her, my prick, pounding and throbing deep insider of her. I stiffened and released, my cum spurting out as if tomorrow had arrived earlier. Sparks flew between my ears and I collapsed. Battered and bruised, but highly satisfied at what had happened.

Diana attempted to stand, it was pointless, we were both exaughsted from our activities. Gradually, we began to gather out strength and slowly were able to stand. We dressed, smiling and laughing, ever weary of the scars we had inflicted on each other. The door was still locked and time was pressing. Aching and sore, I worried at the lock.

As always, the ever suprising Diana reached into her purse and pulled out a small pocket knife and set about the hinges.

Well, what's another broken door to add to the list?