Office Ch. 08bydarthewriter©
(Author's note; this is the final and longest part of the story. I hope you enjoyed reading it so far and will take time to read this part.)
Monday morning she entered the office as usual, and everything went as normal except that Riaz was absent.
Noreen had spent the whole of Sunday, thinking about Ali's 'diplomatic' warning, from the day before .She was an intelligent and methodical thinker. She was already thinking beyond 'Riaz' and his 'boasting'; it was time to analyze and plan for possible situations ahead.
Each scenario suggested the same policy; that she wait and see. So that is what she decided to do; wait.
She had had little to distract her at home. The house ran like clock-work, thanks to an excellent Ayah (nanny) and a maid and the children were undemanding.
Shahid, her husband, was as usual, working 'over-time' and out of her way too.
What this meant was that he was with the current under 21 year old chokri (babe), he was screwing.
Was it a liking for busting virginities or simply a fascination with younger women?
Noreen didn't mind or care. These days, virgins were hard to find despite what society said.
They seldom shared a bed with each other, let alone had sex. It was a 'sometime' thing; usually when they were on a family holiday, with no chokri available.
Shahid was good in bed, but so was she. Both got lots of practice 'elsewhere', and used that experience selfishly. There was no love between them. Sex was just a need that each satisfied in their own way.
She fucked to get ahead in life; he screwed to enjoy life. They had an 'understanding' and an 'open marriage'. The one condition was that they maintained a happy unified front for the children.
Like many do but never admit.
Separate lives; even separate bedrooms. Whatever the servants thought was not of any importance to either of them. So far, it had worked out just fine.
Mr. Suleiman, who was filling as 'Office-head'; for the now 'on-sick-leave' Riaz, came into her office just before lunch time,
He looked worried from his eyes but smiled in a warm, re-assuring way.
They exchanged pleasantries and stood either side of her desk as Suleiman seemed to be struggling to find the right words.
"Ah" He began hesitatingly "I just received a call from The Chairman; the chairman himself"
Noreen felt a cold sweat break out on her body and her knees trembled slightly even though she held her composure and commented calmly "The Chairman? It must have been very important then".
He said "I have been instructed to tell you that a car will collect you, for a face to face meeting with the chairman over lunch".
A short while after he left her office, the receptionist phoned to inform her that the Chairman's Mercedes was waiting for her. There was a sound of awe in her voice as she said it.
Noreen walked slowly to the elevator and prepared mentally herself for what lay ahead.
Heads were already turning and she felt the eyes of her co-workers on her as she entered the lift. Word certainly traveled fast in the office.
As they drove along, Noreen concentrated her mind on remaining calm, being able to think straight and talk her way into a good deal. If they wanted her resignation to avoid a scandal then she had some terms they had to meet.
She was finally going to meet the chairman. Not the way she had planned it; and this situation was certainly a surprise; still surprises can sometimes be turned to your advantage.
She realized that they were now in an old, exclusive and very secluded suburb of Clifton.
The dark monsoon-heavy clouds, hung low, moving menacingly over the city. They seemed to warn her of what lay ahead.
They turned off a quiet banyan tree lined lane, past a security guard at a large Iron-gate and into a spacious, tree lined compound. With the monsoon rain clouds moving through the Karachi sky, the day was already dark. It was darkened further by the shade of the large ancient looking trees,
Then like in an old movie, the car went along a driveway to stop under the car porch of a large and very well maintained colonial era bungalow.
The car stopped, the driver got out and opened her door. Getting out she noticed the date 1887 carved in stone over a very handsome front door archway.
The door of the bungalow opened and she was motioned to enter, by a handsome, executive-type young man, who shook her hand and smiled warmly saying "I am Rauf; Noreen Right?"
"Father is in the study Noreen, please follow me" Rauf said in a Karachite yet slightly British accent.
Noreen followed him, noting the brilliant white shirt with navy blue slacks and sandals he wore. They walked down a long passage way that seemed to connect their destination with the main bungalow.
Noreen saw several expensive cars parked in sheds and a lush garden through the archways that lined the passage way.
"Here we are" Rauf said opening the door to a large study dominated by a very heavy looking oak desk set firmly in front of a large window with closed white blinds. Because of the darkness outside, the desk lamp and a few other lights were on giving the room a homely, welcoming feeling.
The grey haired man behind the desk stood up, smiled and offered his hand for her to shake.
"As Salaam Alikum, Ms. Noreen" The man said "I am Akbar Wasim Khan. You've met my son, Rauf".
"Haven't eaten have you? Of course not! You will lunch with us and we will talk afterwards" Akbar said smiling as he led her into a small dinning room, just off the study.
They chatted politely through lunch and over coffee afterwards. It was past 3 pm when they were seated back in the study, and they got down to business.
Rauf sat in a chair beside his father as they both opened two identical looking files.
"You did a nice job in Dubai" Akbar said smiling, as she sat across the large oak desk across from him.
Rauf nodded and smiled also, as Akbar continued reading something in the file.
"So Noreen, how long have you worked for us?" Rauf asked, his eyes showing warmth and approval.
"Three years in October" She answered in a firm clear 'interview' voice.
"Come very high up in a short time, I see" Akbar commented without lifting his gaze, still reading the file.
They chatted some more and then Akbar closed the file and sat back in his high back leather chair.
"Ok Noreen. I think we have all we need to know" He looked at Rauf and nodded
"Noreen, we are thinking of setting up an office in Dubai. Are you interested in heading it?" Rauf asked.
Noreen was stunned. This was completely out of the blue. The job she wanted in a place that offered her so many opportunities.
"Yes. Of course" She said smiling and feeling light headed. News of the Dubai expansion had not reached the office grapevine yet. They had been good about keeping it secret.
"Good" Said Akbar and turning his head sideways to his son he said "Rauf, you have that 4 pm meeting with the bank."
"Yes Papa" Rauf said taking his leave of Noreen with a polite handshake and mischievous wink of his eye, when his back was towards his father.
After Rauf had left, Akbar and Noreen smiled at each other for a few minutes in silence. Noreen was just about to ask if she should leave too, when Akbar leaned forward and asked "How long were you fucking Riaz?"
Noreen was shocked at his directness. She felt her face grow warm and realized she was blushing.
"Shireen, my niece is many things but not a fool" Akbar said staring calmly at Noreen a smile half playing on his lips.
"Your file confirms what she says, in a way" Akbar explained "You are smart enough to get where you are; but at such speed?"
"I am sure Riaz wasn't the only cock being sucked, on your way up" Akbar said casually sitting back in his chair.
"Looking at you, I can see that getting a man 'up' would not be hard for you. You are an attractive woman" Akbar said
The conversation had changed direction so quickly and so bluntly that Noreen was speechless.
Akbar stood up and walked around the desk towards her, sitting slightly on the desk top as he smiled down at a very confused Noreen.
"Don't be alarmed" He said patting her gently on the shoulder, before saying "Shireen doesn't know it's you that Riaz has been screwing."
Noreen squirmed in her chair, suddenly feeling warm under the hard gaze of Akbar.
"I....I "She stammered, tongue tied and dry mouthed suddenly.
"Please my dear, don't insult me with denials. I am the company chairman. It is my job to know such things". He said softly. "Who is screwing who? Who has their hand in the cashbox? Who lives a bit too well on what I pay them etc"
"In fact, until I saw you I was not sure of Riaz's taste in women". He continued adding "Shireen was an arranged marriage and frankly she is nothing to look at .These personnel photos always look terrible" He showed her the one in the file he had been reading earlier.
"This picture doesn't do you justice, my dear" He continued looking from her blushing face to the picture in his file and back at her again. The smile still on his lips.
"I don't...." She began
"Understand?" He ended her sentence for her, looking at her with hard calculating eyes.
Then she saw it, that same smile and glint of intent in his eyes. Just like everyman she had used to climb the ladder. He wanted her. This gave her confidence but she still hung back, there was always the chance that she had misread him, and he was the chairman.
"Noreen, in business you use every weapon in your arsenal to gain advantages" His eyes moved up and down her body slowly. Drinking in every inch of it.
'Yes' Noreen thought. Her suspicions now confirmed she eased her bust forwards ever so slowly seeking his eye's appraisal of her 'v'- neck kamiz's (shirt) bust line, and the tasty treat framed thus, without seeming too cheap and easy.
"You simply rolled out the heavy artillery and banged away until you got what you wanted" He added is hands resting paternally on his lap. His eyes were looking at her again very hot and hard as he spoke.
"I admire that" He said allowing his gaze to fall to her bust before continuing.
"There is a gentleman in Dubai, who is most keen to have you posted there" Akbar said slowly leaning back and moving his hands from his lap where they had concealed a large bulge in his grey trouser front. "He spoke highly of your many, shall we say,' Skills' ".
Noreen decided to take her chance and moved a hand slowly onto the chairman's leg.
"Ah!" He exclaimed "We understand each other I see". Nodding slowly; with happy approval.
A few minutes later, Noreen was kneeling in front of a large leather sofa busily and very carefully, licking the cock shaft of the chairman, seated on the sofa before her.
His clothing was neatly folded over the back of a chair, with her shalwar kamiz (trouser-suit), draped over them. He had actually taken time to do that.
Noreen had been amazed at his composure as she had stroked her hand up his thigh to the bulge in his trousers.
He had gently eased her to her feet and kissed her lips softly as she fumbled with his shirt buttons.
"Relax my dear" He had cooed holding her waist as he stood up. "Let's get undressed shall we?"
Akbar although not bald; was almost completely greyed haired. He was in his early sixties, but his body had been maintained. Noreen could see that at once, as he stripped carefully as if going to take a nap.
His chest was a thick bush of black and white hair, his slight tummy bulge, hairless and bare like the pubic region beneath it.
There, rising in unabashed glory, was a very hard, long and ageless looking shaft of man meat; topped by a dark mushroom shaped head. It was surprising to see such a vibrant tool on a man his age.
She had seen and had younger pricks that were nowhere near half the magnificence of this one.
He knew it too.
"Yes, my partners have always been satisfied", he said softly as she removed her bra and stood in only a pink panty before him.
Both his hands reached up to cup a breast each. He held them firmly but gently, playing his thumbs over her hardening nipples as he admired them.
Noreen's hand was already at his shaft, gently smoothly pulling up and down on his column as her fingers teased the ball sack dangling beneath.
"Suck my cock with that innocently smiling mouth of yours" He had requested seating himself on a leather sofa that dominated the other end of the study.
He smiled at her, his eyes heatedly watching and studying her eyes, as she licked his prick.
She opened her mouth and slowly began sucking on the head of his cock, teasing him with deliberately long and slow licks of her tongue.
"That is a good girl" Akbar said, holding her head between his hands gently, as she worked him inch by inch into her mouth.
This went on for several minutes with his cock throbbing in appreciation of her tongue's efforts at stroking the Cum from his balls.
He was in control. He was experienced and in no hurry to release his silvery load, just yet.
'Youth may have the heat but age had the tempo', she thought as she used her fingers on his balls, tummy and chest, to add to his pleasure.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmm" He sighed leaning his head to one side as he added "Quite 'the-expert-cock- sucker' aren't you?"
"Okay now" he said easing her head back from his prick and motioning for her to stand up, "Climb on my cock and show me what a 'willing-office-worker' you are".
She stood and pushed her damp, cum stained panties down and off her.
Akbar's fingers were between her legs almost before she straightened up, His index finger moving confidently to find her clit and tease her wet cunt lips "We like this too, it seems" he said with a smirk. Then he put the pussy juiced-up fingers in his mouth and sucked them . Noreen had to be honest; she was being turned on by him.
Was it his commanding manner; his impressive cock or the 'dream job' awaiting a successful out-Cum that made her cunt juice flow?
Whatever it was, she was eager to get astride him and sink slowly down on his cock, as he held it perpendicular for her, impaling herself with the hot, hard meat of her boss.
She moaned in genuine pleasure as the last inch stuck up her cunt, and her shaved box squished down on his prickly groin.
She squirmed about, her ass on his thighs and her knees at his hips as she settled herself on him; To get the full Feel him in her and let him enjoy the wet hot heat of her choot.
He held her hips and buttocks firmly as she rode him. Her mouth open with lustful gasps for air as she held onto his neck and humped herself up and down on him,
His eyes watched her face contort in pleasure as he thrust up to meet each downward drive of her choot.
He then turned so that she was under him, her head resting on the leather sofa seat and her ass held half-on half-off the sofa as he now took control and fucked her hard. Each thrust harder and deeper then the last one. There was a definite squishing noise as he pumped her. It could be the sweaty skin of her body moving against the leather of the sofa or the sound of his 'thruster' pumping her very wet cunt.
They were both staring at each other trying to guess how close the other one was to Cumming. They panted and moaned like teenagers, lost in the lustful passion of an illicit fuck.
Then just as Noreen knew her own orgasm was approaching, she felt the hot liquid fire of his spunk shoot into her choot and came with a deep sigh of satisfaction.
"Is she a good 'poke' Papa?" Rauf's voice suddenly asked from a few paces away.
He had sneaked back into the study and stripped naked, as his father and Noreen had both been powerfully screwing.
He had been so quiet that Noreen hadn't heard him or seen him. It had all been pre-planned by him and Akbar, his father.
Akbar sat back on the sofa and after taking a few deep breaths said "Oh very fine indeed Rauf, you'll enjoy this one a lot".
Noreen had already scrambled up onto the sofa, her legs up against her breasts; arms wrapped around her legs in a defensive pose, as she stared in shocked-horror at a totally nude Rauf, tugging on his hard cock a few paces, from where his father and she had been fucking moments before.
The fact that Akbar's semen had leaked a slimy trail across the leather sofa seat didn't seem to get noticed. Even Noreen ignored it as her choot snapped shut in fear; oozing spunk from it.
"What the hell is going on?" Noreen asked her own ears shocked by the calm firmness of her voice.
The two men smiled at her and Rauf sat between her and his father, unconcerned at their nudity; his erect prick or the fact that he was actually sitting on part of his father's semen trail across the sofa.
"You see" Rauf began putting an arm around the back of the sofa behind her and smiling warmly.
"You had decided to fuck yourself upwards, so to speak. Sooner or later you would have had to spread your lovely legs for me, in order to get to Papa. We have just accelerated the process. That is all."
He stroked a damp trestle of hair from her blushing face and smiled warmly, reassuringly at her.
"You were willing enough, my dear" Akbar said standing up and walking over to his desk to pick up a cigarette from the ornate box on the desk top and light it.
Noreen was totally stunned by what she was hearing. She had been had. It was a set up.
"You mean, Riaz isn't under suspicion, this was all planned?" She asked her voice rising in anger.
"Riaz IS under suspicion and his 'slut-of-a-secretary' has just been fired. Case closed" Rauf said calmly looking at her breasts as he teased his piss slit and leaned forward to whisper "Shireen always was a bitch".
"The fact is my dear" Akbar said sitting casually in a chair facing the sofa. "My son and I share certain 'interests' of an erotic nature"
Akbar sat with his legs open his now satisfied cock clearly visible while Rauf, his son, sat with equal casualness on the sofa beside her slowly stroking his shaft. Neither one seemed to notice or care.
"You my dear want the very nice job we are offering but, you know that in this world everything has a price. Happily I sense that you have not allowed morality to stand in your way. We have what you want but we want some things in return" Akbar finished
Calm, intelligent Noreen listened, thinking it over carefully in her mind. Akbar and Rauf were right. Morality had not stopped her in the past and the road to Akbar had lain through Rauf's prick. They were just being businessmen; with a Product to sell and a price to get.
Well she too was a business woman and as she unwound herself on the sofa she asked if there was a bathroom she could use.
Ten minutes later, after a good rinse out of her choot and wash she returned to find the two men just as she had left them,
She walked slowly, conscious that she was naked and that each man was appraising her lustfully.
The next ten minutes were the making of her life.
Although all three were naked, they conducted negotiations as if they were sitting in a formal board room.
A free hand in Dubai; generous benefits and a very generous pay rise.
In return, she had to make herself 'available' to them both now, and in the future whenever they flew into Dubai, or were in the same city ; 'Where ever when ever', no excuses.
"We all must have our little perks-of-the-job" Rauf said stroking Noreen's silky smooth thigh, with his warm soft hands; deliberately and slowly working up and down between knee and crotch, his little pinkie finger sliding against and then between her cunt lips teasingly.
What was there left to think about?
"Ok, Deal! " Noreen said after a brief pause to think the implications through. She would be a mistress but a powerful and well paid one,