She's Been My Fuck Now Going On 20 Years
At the time I was the Controller for a mid sized manufacturing shop. The business was owned by a family and there were lots of old timers around. One day the temp we had in accounts payable brought me a check to sign for an invoice that was urgent. Things aren't urgent in my book, so why? I asked her what the rush was and she told me she had been told to get the check signed, and I was the only signatory in the office. I reviewed the paperwork and noted that it was in order and was about to sign and I turned to her, why bring it to me? Wasn't the business manager who was responsible for signing available? Her answer floored me, yes he was but he was the one who approved the invoice and he approved the P.O. and she didn't think it was appropriate for him to also sign the check. Right on, baby, right on.
Now I looked at the paperwork, the signatory authority limit was well within his authority, but the PO and approval of the invoice bothered me. And what was this for? A warehouse? What did we need with a warehouse? I got my keys and told the temp to come with me and we went to the address, it was a hair salon. I sent her in to get some information, was it a real salon, pick up a business card, ask for a quote and make an appointment. We went back to the office and I asked her to pull that year's paperwork on the 'warehouse'. Sure enough, PO of course was the same for the rental, the invoices approved by the business manager and the checks all signed by the business manager. I had a private investigator look into who ran the salon and who owned it and sure enough it was his wife and the company had been paying the rent on the place for over three years. At five grand a month it was a lot of money.
I had the business manager fired and sued, and I hired the temp full time.
In my position dealing with an accounts payable clerk was not the norm, but I knew her, and I liked her right off. She was smart, and more or less pretty enough. A little big, but a nice smile and we were friends. One afternoon she was in my office, she came to my office a lot, and she sat on the couch across from me. She was wearing a tight fitting dress and the dress was up her thighs and from where I was sitting I could see right up to her white panties. I looked and asked her if she was showing me her panties on purpose. She pulled her dress down, but I told her not to, I liked being able to see her panties. To take her hands away and let me see her in all her glory. I told her I figured those were my panties and I wanted them and I wanted her and for her to come over to me and let me get my panties.
She wasn't shaved, she had a heavy bush. I touched her pussy with my fingers and told her it was time for a fuck and she had to give it up. She leaned on the desk and I gave her a fuck until I came in her. I cleaned her up with a Kleenex and told her that I was going to keep her panties. And twenty years later she's my fuck, she is the Accounting Manager now and we work well together. I bought the company from the family after the founder died. She doesn't lean across the desk anymore, she gets fucked on a bed in her house. I always take off her panties, I never wanted her to shave, I like a hairy bush on a woman, I like fucking her that way. Not company policy, but I own the place and I figured we're grandfathered anyways.
