Excerpt
Twenty-eight-year-old Toni Montgomery had several attributes that could have made her a supermodel: high cheekbones; dark well-defined eyebrows; wide-set, thick-lashed grey eyes; a narrow, straight nose and full, sensuous lips which were so perfect they looked cosmetically enhanced. She was five-foot-eleven in socks and had shapely forty-five-inch legs that most women would kill for.
But the rest of her was not quite so perfect: broad shoulders; small breasts; thick waist and a small behind. A body that was straight up and down. She was often mistaken for a transsexual.
She wasn’t.
Medically, she was termed female pseudo hermaphrodite.
Her loving parents thought her beautiful and perfect in every way.
The couple had both been extremely busy doctors with no thought of having children when her mother had miraculously become pregnant with Toni at the age of forty-five; her father had had a vasectomy almost fifteen years before. After their initial shock, her parents had looked forward to their child’s birth as eagerly as any expectant parents-to-be would.
Within minutes of her birth the doctors and nurses had started whispering in hushed tones about ambiguous genitalia and at first wouldn’t allow her parents to see her. Finally when her father had insisted, the doctors had taken him aside and explained the problem and suggested that they take immediate steps to correct it. Her father had promptly reminded the doctor that he too was a physician and the ambiguity of her genitals was not a problem.
He and her mother had both agreed that they would let nature take its course and to the horror of the medical staff of the maternity hospital, had taken their healthy baby home without surgical intervention.
Toni had had an extremely happy childhood. Her parents had discussed her unique body makeup with her and answered all her questions as frankly and as honestly as they could. She had been privately educated, excelling at most subjects but had a natural flair for foreign languages. Up to about age eleven she had looked and acted more like an unusually pretty boy and had never seriously wondered if she was male or female. She had been very athletic; able to outrun both boys and girls of a similar age. Then at puberty she developed breasts and started to menstruate. The nub between her vaginal lips began to look more like a small penis than a large clit.
When she was about fourteen her parents realized that she was extraordinarily attuned to people’s needs. She would occasionally, without being asked, pour a small tumbler of brandy for her mother or her father when either came home exhausted and mentally drained after losing, or having to impart devastating news to, a patient. Her hands would sometimes unerringly find a spot of tension or soreness on their bodies and massage it until it disappeared.
She had inherited her Irish father’s thick, silky jet-black hair and her English mother’s dreamy grey eyes, small hands and slender, delicately arched feet. Neither of them was particularly tall so it had been amusing when she shot up past both of them in height before the age of sixteen. Long hair had never flattered her slightly angular face so she opted for ultra short, superbly-cut hairstyles which complimented her features. She never liked the feel of her thighs touching each other, especially in the summer, so more often than not she wore trousers. Her breasts though rounded didn’t protrude enough outwardly to warrant the restriction of a bra. But she had worn one until the age of twenty-one when she graduated from Oxford Brookes University with a BA (Hons) Business and Marketing Management.
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Toni’s hands flew over the keyboard with effortless ease as she quickly drafted the minutes of the last meeting with her employer, Bryon Carter, and Mars Lockwood, the owner of an elite employment agency Bryon was hoping to soon acquire.
“Toni?”
She looked up at the sound of his voice and found him standing framed in the doorway of his office, looking every inch the tycoon in a designer suit that had been tailored to fit his trim body. He smiled at her before turning and walking back into his office without saying another word.
She got up immediately and locked the outer door before she walked back past her desk and entered his beautifully designed, functional office. He had his penis out of his trousers by the time she got to his desk. Kneeling on the plush carpet, she took it into her mouth. He had a client due in twenty minutes, so she knew all he needed was quick release. She opened her mouth and took his erect penis all the way into her throat as she cupped his balls softly.
He came in less than five minutes.
“Thank you, Toni,” he gasped as he spurted the last of his cum into her mouth.
“My pleasure, Byron.” She got to her feet and straightened the jacket of her trouser suit. “Shall I send Mr Butters in at his appointed time?”
“Yes please.”
“Very well.” She nodded to him, walked back to her office and into her private bathroom.
She quickly stepped out of her damp panties, dropped them into the bin and wiped her wet vagina. She always got such a rush from giving him head. She opened the door of the cabinet, cleverly designed so it faded seamlessly into the wall, took out a fresh pair of panties and pulled them on. She made a small adjustment to her skirt as she checked herself in the full length mirror before walking back into her office. She then unlocked the outer door, walked back to her desk and resumed where she had left off before Byron had summoned her.
She loved being his PA and had known she would have done the moment she’d seen the advert for the job. She had been easily able to demonstrate every essential requirement. He had hoped for someone with a working knowledge of French, Spanish or German; she was fluent in all three.
Bryon was one of the UK’s most powerful executives and there was never a dull moment in her working day. Her annual salary and bonuses were in excess of a quarter of a million pounds. She had been in the post for just over two years but she vividly remembered the day that she had attended the interview like it was yesterday. When she’d walked into the room she had immediately realized that she wasn’t what Bryon had been looking for although her CV and references had been impeccable. Thankfully he hadn’t immediately dismissed her. He had listened keenly to her well-planned presentation and when she’d had his undivided attention she had started to throw the words willing and able into as many sentences as she could. When he finally got her drift she had seen the recognition of it in his eyes.
At the end of the interview she had asked what time he planned to leave the office that evening and he had told her eight o’clock. She told him that she would give him some time to think about the benefits she could bring to the job and would return just before he left at eight to discuss it further.
When she had returned at eight o’clock she had spun his chair to face her, casually unzipped his fly and given him a blowjob that he had confessed later was the best he’d ever had in his life. Before she left his office he’d offered her the job. Three months later her first bonus was half her annual salary.
She was attuned to Byron’s every need. She would sometimes unobtrusively stand behind him and massage his tense shoulders. Or lock the door, give him a blowjob or drop her panties and bend over the nearest desk or chair so that he could take her quickly and release the tension after an intense business negotiation. Other times she would perch on the end of his desk and let him eat her in appreciation for a job well done if she’d pulled off a major coup. She could sense when he was tired, when he was hungry for a sandwich or needed a full five course meal. He never regretted hiring her.
His wife was extremely comfortable with their working relationship. She praised Toni for being so efficient that Bryon had mellowed significantly since she started working with him. They had holidayed as a threesome in Dubai eight months after Toni had started the job and she had spent more time pleasuring Mrs Carter than she’d had Bryon. He had been so jubilant after a successful takeover bid, he had slept like a baby for almost fourteen hours every day of their ten nights stay.
Toni’s melodious, husky voice which had made her a small fortune as a chatline operator while at university was at complete odds with her appearance. Many of Bryon’s business associates were taken aback when they met her in person for the first time after having dealt with her only by telephone and imagined her to be a petite temptress with a voluptuously curved body.
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