Chapter 1

"Melanie!" screamed the voice from the intercom at the young woman's desk. She jumped for the 10th time that day. "Bitch does it do me every time" she muttered to herself. "Yes Mrs. Kensington?" she asked in a subservient voice. "Get my son in law in here, now!" she demanded. "Yes Mrs. Kensington." she said calmly. Flipping the button down and kitting an extension on her phone, she waited while the number dialed. It picked up on the third ring, a low, husky voice answering, "Hey Mel, what's shakin?"

She giggled as she always did when she talked to Mr. Shaw. He was handsome, young, flirted like crazy, and just a really nice guy. Why he married Missy Kensington was totally beyond her, but it was not her business to wonder. The big dick in his pants? Sure she could fantasize about that, but that was for home while she was in bed with her dildos. Her beginning fantasy was interrupted by a voice saying "Earth to Mel, Earth to Mel, come innnnnnn Mel."

"Oh jeez, sorry Mr. Shaw. I..." she stammered. He interrupted her by saying, "How many times do I need to tell you to call me Rich??" "Sorry Mr. Shaw... I mean Rich. Um, Mrs. Kensington wants to see you. Umm, Rich? She sounds pretty pissed so you might want to make it quick." "Ah gotcha Mel, loud and clear. Thanks sweets" he said, hanging up.

She disconnected her phone, opened her drawer quickly, saw that her makeup was in place, and waited for him to come around the corner. As one of the executive VP's of the company, his office was in the same wing as her bosses. She could hear his footsteps coming down the hall a few moments before he pushed through the doors into the outer office where her desk sat. He pointed to the door and she simply nodded as she hit the buzzer on the door, unlocking it for him to pass through. He smiled and winked at her before he closed the door behind him.

"Good morning Deliliah." he said in greeting, knowing it would piss her off.

"Shut up and sit down." she demanded, her eyes never leaving the sheaf of reports on her desk. Taking it in stride, he hid his smile and sat down in front of her desk, ready for the shouting tirade she was about to lay on him. It had been about three weeks since the last one and even though he knew production in his department was better than last quarter, it wouldn't be enough. Since coming to work here, he'd pretty much been her whipping boy, and considering his wife's obsession with shopping, he was more than willing to take it to make the bills. These bullshit yell sessions always seemed to come right after the family gatherings they had at the estate.

She clicked the intercom, "Melanie?"

"Yes Mrs. Kensington" the voice answered.

"Cancel my appointments until lunch and see that I am not disturbed."

"Of course Mrs. Kensington." She reached up and turned the machine off.

She finally looked up at Rich and said, "I was looking over the reports and they're not making me happy Richard."

"Deliliah, you know I hate it when you call me Richard, and you know what?" he said, amazed at his own brashness. "My department is doing better than any of the others, the best it's done all year, and I am proud of them. Don't drop your tub of bullshit on me this quarter Del, please." He say back in his chair, folded his arms and tried to keep a straight face. His mother in laws face, however, was far from calm.

"How DARE you! I gave you a job and promoted you even though you didn't deserve it. I have given you everything and..."

"So your daughter can live in the style she's accostomed to, and so you can hang it over my head. You know what Del? I'm tired of your bullshit three week tirades, I'm tired of you putting me down, and I am tired of your bullshit to my people."

She smiled evilly, he knew that he had fallen into her trap. This was what she had been planning on all along. Suddenly a lot of pieces fell into place. His wife's increased travelling, her almost complete absence from the house for the last two months. He'd been set up all along.

"Okay Richard, if that's how you feel about it, you can leave. Give me one good reason why I should keep you here. Yes, Missy is leaving. She's already in the South of France entertaining the son of a friend of mine, and has been for weeks."

"Why? What did I ever do to you?"

"That doesn't matter Richard. Now. Give me one reason to keep you here, and make it good please."

"Nice condescending attitude as usual" he thought to himself. If he was going to be fired, he might as well go out with a bang. Thinking he would let her have it, a thought occurred to him that was even better than telling this bitch what he felt.

He stood up, walked around her desk and went behind her chair. Her expression faltered slightly. "You want one good reason? Fine... Turn your chair around..." he said angrily, unzipping his pants and dropping them and his boxers to the floor. As the chair turned slowly around he began stroking his rapidly hardening cock. She turned completely around and saw him standing there, with his pants around his ankles stroking the biggest cock she had ever seen.

"My word" she breathed, bringing a hand to her mouth. She had always admired his penis, always catching looks when she thought he wasn't looking, talking to her daughter about how big and satisfying it was. In fact, it was the one part of her plan that was difficult to work in. Missy didn't give much of a shit about the man whatsoever, but she did love the way he fucked her brains out. Deliliah had always subconsciously punished him for all of the satisfied looks on her daughters face when they would get together for dinners. Her husband Don, was hung like a raisin, but was brilliant. Together with his brains and her business savvy, they had built the company into a multi million dollar empire.

"I've seen you checking me out Del, see you watching me as I walk by, checking out my package. Yeah, I even know what these bullshit tirades are about. Missy told me she talks to you about everything, even where, how many times, and how well. You want one reason? It's right in front of you Del. Is this a good enough one for you?"

She sat mesmerized by the long, thick penis in front of her. Everything she had imagined paled in comparison to the real thing. The head was large and flushed red, with long ropy veins traveling from under the helmet all the way down to the thick bushy black hair around his balls. The two round globes hung under his shaft, large and inviting. Without meaning to, the hand that had been covering her mouth moved slowly towards him. He took a step forward, allowing her better access to it.

Her fingers gently touched the head, stroking lightly. He moaned softly as her hand slid around the head and moved down the thick shaft. Her mouth opened as she licked her lips, her hips scooting forward in her chair. She brought her other hand up to cup his warm balls, her fingernails teasing the underside of his sacs.