Working Late

by Karin Roberts

 

I count myself quite fortunate as on leaving school I came into some money and invested in the IT business at an early opportunity. My money grew and now I find myself quite well off and run my own business. The business has gone from strength to strength and we have a lucrative contract supplying the government with computer hardware.

I married the most lovely woman and have three lovely children, in fact everything was just perfect.

There's only one slight blemish in all this and that's the hidden me !

From as long as I can remember I have had this compulsion to dress up in women's clothes. Maybe it is down to the strong mother influence or some need to escape from the macho rubbish that men are supposed to portray in your day to day existence. Anyway I have managed to keep it a secret from all those near and dear to me. I am lucky that in my role as Director of the company I frequently travel up and down the country and to London on many occasions. This allows me to bring "Angela" to the fore and indulge in my secret passion.

My other favourite fantasy is on night's like tonight ! As it is coming up to Christmas I given the hard working staff a break and let them go home early, I phoned the wife and told her that I had some paper work to catch up on and some overseas calls to suppliers to make and would be home late. I called the Security desk and informed the guard I would be working late and not to worry if he saw lights on in the office. Locking all the external doors as precautions I now had complete and utter privacy. Now comes the fun !

I grabbed the holdall from the boot of my car and headed for the Ladies toilet. I had done this before and had made some early preparations. When the wife had left early this morning I had slipped into some black lacy panties with matching suspender belt and bra, these I had worn all day under my dark suit, increasing my excitement at the coming evening's entertainment. Once in the toilet I stripped of my suit and revealed my sexy underwear. I opened the holdall and took out the rest of my clothing and make up.

I carefully slipped into a pair of fishnet stockings clipping them to the suspender belt. I sprayed some contact adhesive on the rather large silicone breast forms and fixed them in place. The underwired bra I had been wearing all day pushed them up and produced an impressive cleavage. Taking my make up bag I set about transforming my face. Some foundation and powder and a hint of blusher and the basics had been completed. Applying some mid purple eyeshadow and similar eye liner I finished of with black mascara and a burgundy lipstick. Looking in the mirror I was quite impressed tonight was going to be a good night.

I combed out my shoulder length blonde wig and fitted it in place. I slipped into a tight lycra bodysuit and pulled it up my body. It was rather low cut and showed of my cleavage to maximum effect. I slipped my arms through the narrow straps and smoothed out the fabric. A short lycra skirt was next pulling it up my hips and then an elasticised wide belt with a large gold buckle. I know these have gone out of fashion a while ago , but they have always been a favourite accessory of mine. I slipped a bolero type small jacket over my bare shoulders and into a pair of five inch heeled , black patent shoes.

Long nails have always been one of my fetishes. So are always considered essential for my dress up games. I had taken the precaution of painting a set earlier in the week with a matching colour to the lipstick I was wearing tonight, so being extra careful I applied the adhesive and carefully fitted them to my fingers. To top of the look a heavy gold bracelet and watch and some clip on earring's a few squirts of my favourite "Eden" perfume and I was ready. Switching of the light's in the toilet so as not to concern the security guard I headed across the warehouse to the main office. The sound of my high heels echoing in the empty building . Once inside I uncorked a bottle of white wine that had been handed in by one of the frequent sales reps that call on us. I poured a glass and settled behind my desk. I lit a cigarette and marvelled at the lipstick mark on the butt and the mark on the rim of the glass. Stirring myself I started completing the paperwork that I had on my desk , see it was not all lies, I did have some work to do !

Around half an hour later and all the paperwork complete, I started on my business calls. If they could only see me know relaxing back in my swivel chair, cigarette in hand half empty wine glass on the desk and tight skirt and high heels, talking business like some power dressed lady when they believe they are talking to the sharp suited man they have met and done business with in the past. After three or four calls it was time to call home. I rang the wife and said I would be home by ten and would pick up a take away meal for us. Little did she know that her husband was sitting en-femme in his office wearing fishnets and full make up. I had about another hour so I switched on the radio poured myself another glass of wine and lit a cigarette. Settling back to enjoy the last part of my little adventure, before changing back to my rather boring male attire.

After about ten minutes I thought I heard a noise outside warehouse, no I must be imagining it I had told the guard I was working so it would not be him. Must be my imagination, no there it is again. I got up and moved towards the door of the office. Oh god this can't be happening there just can't be anybody out there. What I hoped to achieve in tight mini skirt and five inch heels, I don't know but quietly opening the door I stepped out into the warehouse. It was quite well lit and appeared deserted.

I walked forward and looked at the main shutters still in place, no one there. My imagination was playing tricks on me. The fright however had done enough to bring a premature end to the night so I headed towards the toilets to shower and change back.

The sound of my high heels seemed to have increased ten fold following my scare as had my heart rate. God imagine being found like this ! I rounded the corner and headed the last few yards to the toilets. As I passed some pallets with the latest PC's waiting for despatch, a hand clamped across my mouth and round my waist I gripped at the hand and tried to drag it from my mouth. I was forced the last few yards to the darkened toilets and pushed inside. With the hand still covering my mouth I felt a second pair of hands grab at my arms and force them behind my back. The cold steel of handcuff's circled my wrists and were quickly closed. Forced to the floor I felt someone grab my ankles and the quickly cuff each ankle together. The hand was removed and just as I went to open my mouth what appeared to be a rubber plug was quickly inserted and fastened tightly behind my neck. Handcuffed and gagged I was left in the darkened toilet as the two people quickly left. What the hell was going on who are these people.

From the darkness of the toilet I could hear several voices and the sounds of the forklift truck. I was being robbed. But who were these people and did they know that it was a guy that the had handcuffed and gagged in the toilet. I must have been in there for around an hour before I heard the main door opening and the sound of an engine. Were they going to leave me here like this. The door opened and somebody entered I felt them grip my arms and lift me to my feet. A blindfold was put across my eyes and I was led forward. I could here the clicking of my heels on the warehouse floor as I hobbled across it. I guess I was led back to the main office as I was roughly pushed into my chair and heard the main office door being looked. Not being able to see a thing and gagged I was helpless.

"Hi boss" a voice from the corner said. In my senseless state it took me a minute or so to recognise the voice as that of my Accounts manager. "You see" , he said "I felt that I deserved a little better bonus this year. I knew of your little hobby and guessed that that is what you might be up to when you sent us home early today and insisted on staying yourself, instead of coming down the pub for a drink.

What you don't know" he added, "Is that me and the guard have been having a little affair for some time now !" At that point I felt myself being lifted from the chair and his mouth move close to my ear, he whispered, "I know all about your type, high flying business woman who looks down her nose at her employee's before getting one of her staff to fuck her rigid. Is that not right ?" I heard a crash as items were pushed of the desk and strong hands pushed me done on it's top. A hand grabbed at my skirt and pulled it and my panties roughly to my ankles. A blinding pain exploded as his thick cock was thrust up my arse and he began to fuck me. At the same time I felt the gag being released and as it was removed from my mouth I let out a sharp cry. "You love this don't you, you bitch." Before I could say anything my head was forced upward and another cock shoved roughly in my mouth. Gripping the back of my head the second person began to fuck my mouth. I was choking as he exploded down my throat, gagging as his cum hit the back of my mouth. Almost within seconds I felt the other tense and his warm cum explode deep inside me. Exhausted and very sore I lay across the desk as I heard both of my attackers dress.

My skirt and panties were pulled back up and I was put back in the chair, the gag back in place. I was then tied tightly to the chair and the blindfold removed. Adjusting my eyes to the light there stood my employee and the guard with broad smiles on there faces. "We'll have to meet up again some time boss, Colin was just saying what a great fuck you are. But it's time to go know, you have been more than generous with your Christmas bonus this year, thank you !" he said. With that he picked up the phone and dialled. "Hello, Mrs Adams, it's Alan here your husbands Accounts Manager. He's still tied up with some paperwork but he asked me to call you and let you know that the car is playing up and could you come down and collect him in another hour, Ok thanks I will tell him. Oh thanks and a Happy Christmas to you to." With that he replaced the receiver and smiled as they put out the lights and left me to struggle to free myself from my bound state.

  

  

  

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