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April 22nd, 2019, 06:43 AM
#1
Junior Hostboard Member
Looking for a Story
Hi guys,
I wanted to ask if someone's got an older story archived or saved somewhere. It was called ?Corporate Decision (food fight sexfight)? and was about two rivaling female managers sitting across from each other and trying to make each other cum with their feet during a boardroom meeting.
The story ended with the antagonist being forced to cum and running out of the room humiliated and being demoted. I sadly dont remember the author and the entire story disapeared when a huge chunk of the boards back log was deleted. I found it in the archives through way-back but sadly can't access it.
If someone could repost it that would be much apreciated
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April 23rd, 2019, 08:36 AM
#2
Senior Hostboard Member
Re: Looking for a Story
CORPORATE DECISION
A corporate catfight
Update: 20/02/1998 to misc3
Sheri Anne Miller was the very picture of the successful American
business woman. At the age of 29, she had worked her way up the
corporate ladder to the position of head sales manager for the firm of
Harcourt and Johnson Inc. Only a few people knew the truth, that she
had lied, cheated, and fucked every obstacle in her path. Beaneath the
long blonde hair and the pixie smile lurked the heart of a predator. A
vicious animal who would let nothing stand between her and what she
wanted, and right now what she wanted most was to be appointed the first
female VP the company had every had.
Harcourt and Johnson was an old and conservative company run by an old
and conservative man, Thornton Wilbur Harcourt IV, great-grandson of
one of the company founders. Normally a person of Ms. Miller's age,
(and a woman yet), could wait a hundred years and never be appointed to
a vice-president's post, but times where changing. The board of
directors wanted to bring the company into the future. One way to do
this was to give women more voice in the day to day decisions, so word
had come down from on high, that Thornton Harcourt was to appoint a
female to the position of vice-president. Everything would have been
perfect except for one problem, there was one other possible candidate
for the job.
Her name was Gail Meridith Smith. Like Sheri she was a fast corporate
climber and would do whatever it took to get ahead. At 31, she was
the youngest manager that central purchasing had ever had. Her long
dark brown hair and startling blue eyes where both assets she used to
full advantage. All told, the two women had a great deal in common and
therefore, hated each other totally. On more than one occasion a
chance encounter in the ladies washroom had led to name calling and
threats. At least twice they had actually come to grips, clinching
their bodies together and staggering back and forth across the washroom
floor, pulling hair and ripping clothes, nevertheless, the final
showdown never came. The truth was they didn't dare to actually fight
it out.
Sheri was confident she could take her Gail in a catfight, but not
for free. There were bound to be some ugly scratchs and dark bruises
that neither woman could coverup or explain away. Word would get out
about the fight and staunch old Harcourt would never promote a woman who
was catfighting her rivals in the company restroom. So Sheri just
bidded her time, waiting for some chance to humilate or disgrace her
rival and Gail did the same.
The showdown came on a late Friday afternoon. Harcourt insisted on
holding a manager's meeting every Friday after lunch. While Harcourt
held counsel with the VPs at the top of the table, all the department
heads sat around the bottom, waiting to answer questions should the need
arrive. The table was very long, but not very wide. The personnel
department thought the narrow table gave the meeting a friendly air,
but all it really did was shove Gail in Sheri's face every Friday
afternoon. The highly ordered seating arrangment left them face to face
at the very end of the table.
As usual Harcourt was droning on about one boring subject or
another while the two rivals exchanged baleful glances over the tops of
the folders open in front of them. Today's meeting had already run on
for two hours and showed no signs of ending soon. The room was
unconfortably warm and Sheri's left leg was falling asleep. As she
uncrossed her legs, she accidently brushed one of Gail's legs under the
table. Irritated by the contact, she pulled away only to feel Gail
reach out and deliberately push her with one foot about a minute later.
Irritated again, Sheri pushed back and thus it began. The two women
began pushing against each other with their legs, under the table.
Meanwhile, the meeting continued along with no one else the wiser.
Soon they slipped off their shoes and began to leg wrestle, locking
their legs over and around each other. Both women were wearing
pantyhose that day and the nylons slipped and slid as they intertwined
their legs and began squeezing and squirming. As the two fought, they
slipped lower and lower in their seats. This made their skirts ride up
higher and higher on their thighs freeing more and more leg for the fray
below. At this point there was no point in denying the obvious, Sheri
and Gail were fighting. The long held hostility between these women
could no longer be restrained. As the company bigwigs continued
their conference at the top of the table, the two female managers were
fighting it out a the bottom of the table. Unknown to anyone else in
the room, the two women were locked together in brutal combat. Thigh
to thigh, with their legs crossed and recrossed the two women strained
against each other in a vicious contest of strength and stamina. The
only sound was the ocassional whisper of rubbing nylon as they wiggled
and squirmed in each other's grip.
After a time, Sheri noticed a warmth on her right knee. Soon she
realized her knee was wedged tightly into her rival's crotch. This gave
Sheri a wicked idea. With a gentle rocking motion, Sheri began
grinding her knee into Gail's vagina. Within moments a quiet gasp from
the other side of the table told her that her efforts were meeting with
success. The warmth on her knee increased and then Gail suddenly
released her grip on Sheri's legs and pulled away breaking the contact.
Sheri thought the battle was over, that is she did until she felt Gail's
foot run sensuously up her left thigh. The foot continued on course,
higher and higher until it found its way to Sheri's nylon clad
crotch. There it quickly buried itself and began to make slow maddening
circles over and around her clitoris. The effect was electric and
Sheri dropped the pen she had been playing with.
After a moment of hesitation, she forced her foot between Gail's thighs
and the battle was on. It required nerves of steel to sit there
quietly as the two women rubbed their feet into each other. Sheri
wanted to jump up and fling herself onto Gail, but instead they just
seat there driving their feet deeper and deeper into each other as they
rubbed each other to sexual madness. If the room was uncomfortably warm
before, it was blazing now. Sheri's blouse clung to her as sweat
poured off her body. Across the table, Gail wiped her face with a
tissue and gave Sheri a sullen glare.
Sheri's blouse wasn't the only thing becoming wet though. Her pantyhose
were soaked clean through. Gail was surprisingly good at this.
Nevertheless, the toe of her pantyhose was also damp from its work in
Gail's crotch. The battle continued, it went on and on, and then
suddenly Gail stopped. She pulled her foot away leaving Sheri's now
overheated sex exposed to the cool air under the table. Sheri put her
foot down as well, confused by the sudden ending.
Gail rooted through her purse and after a moment took something out and
slipped it under the table. After about a minute she placed it in a
folder and slid it across the table. When Sheri opened the folder
all she found was a nail file. It looked like a nail file anyway, but
Sheri knew that it was really a challenge. Taking a deep breath, Sheri
slipped the nail file under the table. First she used it to rip out the
toe of her hose, then with great care, she used it to open a gapping
tear in her pantyhose directly over her pussy. Putting the file back
into the folder, she passed it back to Gail. The nail file disappeared
back into the purse and Gail gave her a slight nod. Sliding down in
her chair again, Sheri reached for her rival as Gail's leg came sliding
back up her thigh.
Slipping the free leg into a rung of the other woman's chair, the two
rivals moved their now bare toes to attack each other's bared cunts.
Sheri quickly slid her foot between Gail's legs as she felt the other
woman's foot find her now exposed crotch. There would be no mercy now,
this was a fight to the death, corporate death at least. Sheri
pressed home her attack, slipping her big toe deep into Gail's pussy.
Gail gasped out loud as Sheri penetrated her. Harcourt stopped his
lecture just long enough to give her a stern look and ask if there was
a problem. Gail shook her head no and Harcourt returned quickly to his
discussion on declining corporate sales.
Sheri would have smiled except Gail's toe found it's way through her
tangled pubic hair and immediately pressed inside her. She let out a
little shuddering moan and received a stern look from the top of the
table in turn. The meeting continued on course, while below the table,
the fight continued in ernest. Locked together with no escape, the two
women worked their toes deeper and deeper inside each other as each
tried to drive the other to screaming orgasm and public shame.
Sheri's sex was on fire. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure started in
her sex and worked its way out with building force. Her breath became
shallow and panting as her nipples became erect and pressed firmly
against the flimsy, sweat soaked blouse. She wasn't going to make it
she thought. Gail would force her to orgasm and she would whimper and
moan like a common whore in front of all these stern faced old men.
The folder before her was swimming in and out of her vision. Her heart
beat like a drum in her ears. Any moment now and it would all be over,
there was no way to pull back, no way to escape.
A high pitched squeaking scream suddenly wrenched the air. It took
Sheri a moment to realize that the sound had came from Gail. Gail
squirmed in her chair, arching her back and moaning again and again as
Sheri finished her off under the table. Finally she collapsed in a
nearly silent whimper. Only after that last fluttering gasp did Sheri
release her grip on Gail's chair and withdraw her dripping wet toes from
her rival's snatch.
It was over, Gail looked up to see every member of the executive board
staring at her in complete amazement. Grabbing up her folder, she burst
into tears and fled the room. After a minute Harcourt turned to Sheri
and asked if she knew what was wrong with Ms. Smith. Sheri merely shook
her head and smiled. The word came down on Monday, Sheri was the firm's
newest VP. She dropped by Gail's office to rub it in and found movers
taking her things out in boxes. It seemed that Ms. Smith was being
transferred to Kansas, the Siberia of Harcourt and Johnson. Sheri
found victory very sweet indeed. Who says you can't fuck your way to
the top, she thought as she headed back to her new desk on
excutive row.
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April 24th, 2019, 04:35 AM
#3
Junior Hostboard Member
Re: Looking for a Story
Hey thanks alot for reposting it!
Why are the old stories gone, anyway? Was there a reason they were deleted?
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April 25th, 2019, 08:13 AM
#4
Junior Hostboard Member
Re: Looking for a Story
While people are pondering on stories once seen but never again surfaced ...
... I recall on one site that has since folded, a story about a threesome where the two women really were not fans of each other and were wrestling on the bed, the guy (I think he might have been a soccer player?) had his "member" in whatever woman was on top at the time.
Read it once, never saw it again.
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April 25th, 2019, 08:20 AM
#5
Junior Hostboard Member
Re: Looking for a Story
While people are pondering about lost stories, there was a series about Dana the wife and a Titfighting Championship that involves the wife and his ex'he's and friends. The series was called something like 'My Wife, the titfight queen' and there were more than 15 chapters.
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April 26th, 2019, 12:45 PM
#6
Senior Hostboard Member
Re: Looking for a Story
Jeesh. Super hot story. Does anyone know if the author is still around?
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