It’s widely known in the broadcasting industry that fraternization exists but it’s not talked about. Executives know that in a competitive, stressful field such as ours that people do things to cope that most people would disapprove of. However, as long as the network and it’s affiliates are making money, the honchos turn a blind eye. I’m not making any excuses for any of my shenanigans out of work, but it is what it is. I’m only bringing this up because my station has a strict no fraternization with employees from rival stations policy. On one hand I can see their point because they’re afraid that someone may leak station secrets to someone who’ll blab to the the press about it. But on the other hand, it’s perfectly fine to shack up with someone at our station which will eventually go south and everyone else will take sides and the results will cause work to suffer. Whatever.
So anyway, the last few ratings books had been good for us. We were number one in the market and morale was at a high. E’s station was dead last for a reason; their staff lacked personality. Their production value was pretty good, but their on-air talent were either old or had the charisma of a dirty mop. Some of the staff seemed to have been hired off the street; in E’s case that’s exactly what happened. She was an attractive girl with long legs and shoulder length blonde hair from an upper crust town on the East Coast, went to a fancy college in New York, did some high end modeling and was a covergirl on several major fashion and fitness magazines. She eventually married some bigwig from one of her station’s corporate sponsors and he used his status to leverage the station to get her an anchor spot. From a professional standpoint, she sucked. The station recognized that and gave her a human interest show where she interviewed local people about things they did around the community. It wasn’t much better, but the ratings were better than they had been. She must have scored high in the unemployed perv demographic.
I knew some people that worked there who told me that after a few years of having her own show, she started portraying herself as one of the common folk like she interviewed that worked her way up the ladder. It was bullshit, of course, but the people I spoke to said she always liked to remind everyone of that. By coincidence I ran into her at some events and found it to be true. It was so eye rolling that it bordered on obscene. She apparently was either in denial that she was a trophy wife that her husband coerced the station into hiring her or that she actually believed her made up story..
So one night I found myself in a hole in the wall corner bar around the block from my apartment. I was a couple beers in when I heard someone screech my name. My heart sank because I knew who it was without looking. She ran towards me and gave me a huge hug. Her perfume smelled nice, but she also reeked of booze. I feigned excitement about seeing her there and she started to gush on and on about something but I was too busy blocking it all out wondering what she looked like underneath her clothes.
Soon enough closing time came around and I asked E if she had a way home. I intended to call her an Uber, but she said she was fine to drive home, which it was obvious that she wasn’t. I told her so such and suggested she stay at my place. Keep in mind that although I wasn’t in the mood and she was annoying as fuck, her sleeping at my place beat jail or the morgue. As we set out on our journey, her drunk state caused her to start acting in a suggestive manner towards me. I was trying my best to change the subject, but she wouldn’t let up. When we got to my place, she started undressing while I went to get her a blanket and pillow, but when I got to my living room she had passed out. So I put the blanket over her and went to my room, hoping that she wouldn’t puke on my couch during the night.
I awoke at around ten and went to my kitchen to make breakfast. I guess my banging around the fridge and cabinets woke her up. She called out to me and asked what happened. I told her we were at my place and she’d passed out and asked her if she wanted anything. She declined, but as I sat down to eat, I overheard her calling one of her co-workers on her cellphone saying that if her in-laws called, she was at her place and had just left to pick her daughter up. I rolled my eyes in disbelief. She came into my kitchen and hugged me goodbye and kissed my cheek for being a nice guy.
A few weeks later, I got a message from her asking if I was doing anything that weekend. The first thing I replied back to her was how she got my number in the first place. Turns out, someone I used to work with left our station for hers and gave it to her. “Great”, I thought. “Now this goofy broad will never leave me alone unless I change my number.” I blew her off every chance I could. That is, until one afternoon when she’d had enough of taking maybe for an answer.
I had been home from work for about an hour before someone started knocking at my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I looked through the peephole and there she was. I opened the door and she had a cheesy grin on her face and asked if she could come in. Against my better judgement, I obliged. She helped herself down on my couch and I asked her what she was doing, even though I had a hunch. She said she was so touched about what happened earlier, she felt like she owed me something in return. I faked ignorance and told her it was nothing, knowing full well that she couldn’t tell I didn’t mean it. She said it was better that she showed me instead. She stood up andunzipped her waist length fur coat that fell to the floor revealing an expensive looking black bra with matching tiny panties, garters, and stockings. She may have been annoying as hell, but seeing her there in that was quite a sight.
She grabbed my hand and asked where my bedroom was. I wasn’t expecting anything like this, but I decided to give it the old college try. We headed there and she started to kiss me. I tried to go along with it, but before I knew it she crawled onto my bed, stuck her tight ass out towards me and tried to seductively say “See anything you like, big boy?” I stifled a laugh but I could tell growing up in a WASP household and being something some rich guy could show off to his friends had left E with no clue how sex was. She was trying to hard and that’s a major turn off for me. I decided to take charge and show her how I do things. Who knew? She may have picked up some pointers from me along the way.
I took off my shirt and her eyes grew big. Apparently she didn’t know that I work out. But when I took my pants off and my member flopped out, I thought she was going to have a stroke. “Look, E, I appreciate your effort. But if we’re going to go through with this, let me take care of the rest, OK?”, I said. She tried to answer me back, but she could only stammer before finally nodding in agreement, her eyes still fixated on my cock. I told her to stand up and slowly remove her panties. She took them off, exposing a small tuft of blonde hair over her pussy. I parted her legs slightly, licked my middle finger and started rubbing her clit. She threw her head back and breathed out “Oh my God”. I told her to remove her bra. She did as told, exposing her small, pert breasts. I told to to start playing with them while I continued to massage her clit, alternating my intensity. Just when she felt an orgasm coming, I’d stop. Then I’d start over again and repeat the process. Eventually she’d had enough. She asked if I could do something else because her legs were getting tired. So I threw her over my shoulder, gave her ass a slap which caused her to squeal in response and set her down on the floor.
As we stood face-to-face, I spun her around, bent her over my bed, spread her tight cheeks, and buried my face between them. E squealed in shock, but quickly got with the routine as I buried my tongue in her pussy. As her pussy got wetter and wetter, I started sucking on her clit and stuck a finger inside. As I was doing this, E’s legs began to tremble and she kept shouting “OH MY GOD” over and over again until she came. When her shaking subsided, she slumped onto the floor with her top half still on the bed. I picked her back up and resumed eating her out from behind, but I changed my technique from sucking on her clit to lapping up her juices and began rimming her. She started to protest, but gave up when I once again buried a couple fingers in her pussy again. When she came a second time, she almost passed out.
I let her catch her bearings and helped her sit up on the edge of my bed. When she recovered, she looked up to see me standing over her with my cock in my hand. She timidly looked up to me and I nodded to her to let her know that it was time to suck my cock. She grabbed it and slowly started stroking it before taking a deep breath. She opened her mouth and could barely get the tip inside. After a couple tries, I took the the initiative and held her head still and slowly started fucking her mouth. I stuck my cock as far down her throat as I could before she gagged. Her mascara began to run, but she wasn’t objecting. I kept throat fucking her until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
I picked her up off the floor and asked her if I she wanted me to fuck her. She nodded yes and I told her to get on the bed. I propped her on all fours told the edge. She gasped when she felt me slide my cock in her pussy. I began slowly to get her used to my girth. Once I got several strokes in, I picked up my pace. E wasn’t used to someone my size and she definitely wasn’t used to sex the way I liked it. She yelped when I slapped her ass. I picked up my pace and began pounding her. She wasn’t used to that, I could tell by her yells. She came several more times, each time pools of her juices flew from her pussy. When I felt myself beginning to cum I pulled out of her and told her to turn around. I told her to open her mouth and shot the first rope in her mouth. She gagged and moved her head causing the next few rounds to land on her face and in her hair. After it was over, she sat there for a moment, stunned that people had sex differently than how she was used to. I offered her my bathroom to clean up, which she appreciated.
I’ve bumped into her a couple times since then. We’ve been cordial to each other, but her demeanor has changed. I think it has to do with she was fucked the way the common folk do and it scared her. Doesn’t matter. She leaves me the fuck alone now.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ljg5x1/adventures_in_broadcasting_pt_4_the_annoying_girl