Alice Earns a Promotion

ALICE EARNS A PROMOTION

New York City is a city of over 7 million people. It is comprised of five separate and distinct boroughs. Each of these boroughs constitutes little kingdoms of unique flavor and mixes of diverse populace. The entire city is then subject to major changes in demographics mirroring shifts in ethnic groups that make the picture of New York City ever changing and never constant.

The borough of The Bronx is a prime example of just such changes.

Mrs. Alice McGregor is a recent resident of The Bronx. She was not pleased at her relocation from the upper East-side of Manhattan. She loved her apartment in the 3 story brownstone on a quiet side-street. She loved her neighbors, even the gay couple, Hank and Joshua on the 1 st floor. Alice had lived there ever since her wedding night a little over twenty years prior. Her last ten years as a single parent was not easy. Her ex-husband had been a philandering jerk with a cock always ready to make a new conquest.

Alice lived now on the 5 th floor of Sal the Super’s apartment building just below 200 th Street in The Bronx.

In recent years, the 50ish Alice had reserved her sexual activities to female companionship with none of the disadvantages of male failings. In all honesty, she had never lost her love of cock in the right place and at the right time. Her last male partner prior to the energetic Sal was a married Cop with a flair for punishing her bottom when he came close to shooting his load. When it came to the point that his rough treatment turned her off so badly that she was unable to have a proper orgasm, she broke it off despite his tearful apologies.

Other than her many female friends with whom she had very satisfactory dalliances, her only other outlet was the tightly packed subway train. The multitudes of frisky male strangers who teased her lush body with their stiff cocks each morning were ignored with stoic disregard. Yet, they often helped her to achieve a semblance of internal satisfaction of her female parts. Many a morning, she had trudged up the subway steps with a large wet spot in the center of her frilly panties.

Only this afternoon on the way home she had been covered from behind by a rather large black gentleman with what felt like a large tent pole between her spread open legs. She had no choice but to open her legs wide to maintain her balance in her four inch heels. Alice could see over her shoulder the muscular male was innocently looking at an advertisement for ladies pantyhose on the wall of the subway car. As she slid back and forth in the swaying train right on top of his rampant cock, Alice wondered if it was her tight ass gap or the picture of the young girl in pantyhose that keep him rock hard for such a long time.

The train was almost to 42 nd Street when Alice felt the unusually tall man stiffen up and go rigid against her bottom. She could discern the swelling of the long meaty pole and the pulses that informed her that the stranger had loosed his load messily inside his trousers. There had been no reciprocal release on her part but at least she could feel her panties were damp with her own juices. The now embarrassed man rushed off the train at the next stop and Alice leaned on the metal pole for support. She looked around; only a wise looking old woman stared at her with a knowing smile on her wrinkled face.

She had to admit her heart was beating rapidly and she had enjoyed the little interlude with the total stranger.

Ever since she had caught Sal in her bathroom with her young friend Debbie, she had become needier of male copulation even if it was of the external, non-involved kind. Sal had given it to her twice already and had even sampled her tiny little rear opening in a most satisfying manner.

Alice was an attractive 50 year old blonde (not natural) with a terrific figure that was highlighted by a shapely heart-shaped ass impossible to resist in a tight skirt and high heels. Her breasts were a solid C cup and she had prominent nipples that stuck out like little darts when licked or flicked. Under her frilly panties, her puffy camel-toe was fringed with a curly well-trimmed dark bush that contradicted her flowing blonde hair she had affected since her ex-husbands banishment from her life.

Sal had discovered how tight her pussy was the very first time they met.

The feel of Sal’s salami sized cock had reminded her of the years she had been deprived of hard cock in her pussy and the touch of a real man’s fingers on her body.

The encounter on the train had made her entire body hum with waves of sensuous desire. She hoped Sal would be able to visit her this evening if he was not too busy.

Alice was wary of offending his Aunt Gina. The young handsome apartment manager had told her he was “boinking” his aunt. He went on to explain that she was not really his blood aunt but a close friend of his mother. Alice had a feeling that he would be boinking her regardless of the relationship.

Once, she had ventured into the basement to find Sal pushing his aunt over a garbage can in a most un-nephew like manner. She had remained immobile long enough to hear Gina’s groans loud and clear. They did not sound to be protesting in the least little bit.

Sal told her he was visiting with the Conte family from next door in the private house. Alice was immediately jealous because she had seen Sal with the 5 Conte sisters more than once. She wasn’t certain if he was doing any of them. They ranged from about 17 to 29 years of age. They all seemed very smart for their age and Sal was a pretty good looking guy. Alice hoped Sal was using some type of protection around them because the father looked pretty tough and she heard he was some type of Union “big-wig”.

The next morning, Alice hopped on the bus that took her to the subway entrance. The ride down on the subway was sort of uneventful. The only interaction she got was from a 20 year old college student that used the back of his hand to explore the area under her ass cheeks with a determined look on his face.

She could tell he was frightened by her possible reaction because his hand was trembling in a delicious way as he pushed deeper into her crevice. She opened her legs a bit as if she was off balance and then brought them together trapping the poor lad’s hand between her legs. Alice looked up innocently at the billboards at an ad for hemorrhoid medication. She allowed herself a muted giggle as the boy tried to extract his partially trapped hand.

The red-faced boy was in a state of panic as she exited the car with a smile on her happy face.

The ninth floor was buzzing.

There was a rumor that their firm was being taken over by a larger Corporation with a headquarters in New Jersey and they would all have to move if they wanted to retain their jobs.

Alice was not too concerned.

She had absolutely no intention of moving to New Jersey. Not now, not ever, it was just not a possibility in her mind. The move from Manhattan to the Bronx was traumatic enough. The only way she was leaving her beloved New York was kicking and screaming on a stretcher.

Her boss, Mr. Gerber was not very informative. She had the distinct impression he knew a lot more than he was telling the staff.

As soon as the office emptied out for the lunch hour, Alice slipped into his office and confronted him with a direct question about the future of the firm and more importantly, her future.

“Sir, is there any plan to move us to New Jersey?”

Mr. Gerber smiled at her and took a bottle of Scotch from his desk drawer. He laid out two shot glasses without asking her if she wanted a stiff drink and handed it to her with a simple,

“Cheers!”

He took his down in a single gulp and not to be outdone, she did the same. The sting of the raw liquor brought tears to her eyes, but it felt good nonetheless.

“My dear Mrs. McGregor, most of the office staff will be asked to relocate to the new plant in New Jersey as a cost reducing measure. I, however, will be staying right here at the New York office and I can select a small staff to remain with me.”

He paused here and pulled her chair closer to his. In fact, so close that their knees were touching in a most familiar manner.

“My question to you, my dear Alice is quite simple. Are you ready to be a real team player?”

Mr. Gerber’s hand on her knee informed her exactly of what her new duties would be in this new arrangement.

“Mr. Gerber, I want desperately to stay right here in this office and I am willing to do anything to stay on your team.”

Her boss stood up and pushed her head to his groin. He unzipped his pants and the cock that flopped out was most impressive for such a short man. He held his rampant cock in one hand and lifted her chin with the other.

Alice did not mind this new relationship. She knew Mr. Gerber was married and unlikely to pressure her for any “romantic nonsense”. She took him into her mouth willingly and used the familiar suctioning technique she had given her ungrateful ex-husband for several years of spousal servitude.

She was really enjoying the oral activities. It was obvious her boss was on the verge of shooting his load when he grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face hard into his groin. Alice was close to gagging but she did her level best to accommodate the full insertion of Mr. Gerber’s cock slick with pre-cum deep into her throat. He surprised her by shouting out like a fan at a football game just as his creamy cum hit the back of her rapidly swallowing throat.

Alice sucked and cleaned her boss off of any trace of his sticky emission. She kissed his shrinking cock and replaced it inside his trousers. When he told her to turn around and bend over, she did it without question. She knew this was a test of her “team player” motivation and she was willing to do anything to pass this test. She just hoped they were finished before the others came back from lunch.

She knew her boss was focused on her ass and had been for a long time. Alice pulled up her tight skirt and showed him her flimsy white panties with the revealing wet spot in the middle.

Her boss pulled her panties down and patted her full cheeks just before he started to spank each cheek alternately with a firm hand. She was not upset at all because her ex-husband had done this to her almost every night of their marriage. Only in his case, he had carried it a little further for her tastes and that is what led to their divorce. Well, that, and the fact he was humping any female that came close to him.

Alice was panting now because her boss was putting it to her pretty hard and heavy. She could see her ass cheeks were beet red from the full length wall mirror in Mr. Gerber’s office. She was unable to stifle a sob that escaped her lips. The voicing of her stress seemed to bring her boss back to reality. He looked at his watch and said,

“That should conclude this session, Mrs. McGregor. I can tell you will make a fine team player. You will be my personal assistant in this office with an increase of salary and a key to the executive washroom.”

Alice tidied herself up and thanked Mr. Gerber for his decision. She promised him that she would be attentive to his needs and the most loyal of assistants.

On the subway ride home, Alice recognized one of the Conte sisters. She didn’t remember her name but they faced each other on the pole and smiled as their asses were worked over by a couple of very good-looking workmen with long hairy arms. Alice held the girl’s arm in a tight grip to keep her balance and she drew her breath in sharply whenever their breasts rubbed together in the confined space. The girl was well-endowed and devoid of any restrictive bra or undergarment. The flick of her pretty nipples made Alice’s juices run down the insides of her legs.

When they got off the train, the Conte girl told her that her name was “Regis” and that she was told by Sal that “The McGregor broad is a real nice person”.

Alice smiled at that simple statement.

It was typical “Sal the Super” language.

She was certain that she and Regis could exchange some valuable notes.