What a fucking day! Its February, financial year end, and I’ve been in the office since 5 am this morning. Swamped in bank statements and tax returns and inventories and stock takes and audits and clearance certificates... and reams and reams of computer print-outs. The Audit Twins have been here the whole day, my accountants. The one, long and skinny, the other short and round, otherwise identical in appearance... starched white shirts with sweat ringed collars and damp stained arm-pits, purple corporate ties, gold rimmed spectacles and domed foreheads with receding hair-lines. The fat one has man-boobs that would make Chasidy proud. Their name-plates read Comfydick and Comfyprick, and they have been grilling me like a murder suspect in a John Grisham novel. Small, grey, inadequate, vile little men with flaccid penises, they are in top form at this time of year, and they tear into me like ravenous lion at a fresh kill. Malicious and condescending, they flay the flesh from my bones with lewd and utter contempt.

By 3pm this afternoon, I am gatvol and step outside for a quick smoke break. Punch buttons on my phone and call up Diamond Girl’s profile. New pics, slinky red dress and leopard skin print high-heels. A colored chic, Diamond Girl is short and smooth and creamy and gorgeous, honey-colored skin, curvy with no spare fat, a realistic mom’s belly, small tits with large black nipples, tiny feet, and a wicked impish smile. OMG I want this woman!! I make the appointment for 7:30 pm, and trudge back into the office.

The cross questioning starts afresh, but my mind is far far away! In my imagination I am already kneeling between Diamond Girl’s splayed thighs. She has on a skin-tight pair of satin panties, the triangle at front and back gripping tightly across each hip, but joined deep between her thighs by a tiny string of shimmering pearl-like beads which disappear between her legs and point the way into her vulva like landing lights on a airfield. A silky red blouse clings to her naked breasts and gold hoop ear-rings complete the sensual ensemble. I imagine myself lifting the silky vest up her arms and over her head, and tracing the slippery landing lights with the tip of my tongue!

"Have you tallied your PAYE, UIF and bank statements?" Comfydick vomits at me!

Boob Boy’s turn: "Where are your provisional tax returns?"

I lie flat on my back, and Diamond Girl straddles my hips, pulls my hard-on up and towards her with one hand, aims, and lowers herself down on me, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, until the twin globes of her juicy buttocks are squashed tight up against my balls!

"Have you cleared all inter-company loans?" Comfyprick’s turn.

"Have you cleared out debtors?" "Where are the creditor balances?"

I lean back in my office chair, half close my eyes and let out a long low groan as Diamond Girl settles into that gentle backward and forward rocking that is as old as time.

Boob Boy looks perplexed!!

Comfydick looks at me in stunned horror!

I match her rhythm, thrust for thrust "Oh my angel!!" I pant!

Boob Boy is getting an erection! I can see it outlined by the silk of his suit trousers.

Comfydick’s spectacles have started to mist up, and he licks at his dry lips.

I reach up and pull Diamond Girl down towards my chest, my cock is her fulcrum, and her hard black nipples are a mere centimeter from my lips. I flick my tongue out and caress them, slowly, gently, languidly.

Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee watch me like a pair of guilty schoolboys with a stolen Porn video, their adams-apples bobbing up and down and their mouths dry and parched.

"Skills levies tallied?" "Invoicing in correct month?" Tweedle-Dum stammers.

"Yes, Yes, Yes" I whisper as Diamond Girl picks up the pace. Frantic, sweaty, animalistic!

Tweedle-Dum cums in his pants, right there in the chair opposite me, a large wet stain spreading across his crotch, his eyes bulging, his glasses fogging up and a globule of sticky saliva dribbling down his chin! Tweedle-Dee is a little more discreet and leaps up from the chair, dashes across the courtyard feverishly clutching at his groin, rips down his fly... and ejaculates in great viscous spasms into the bowel of the Faraway Tree!

Got rid of those two fucking morons!!!!

By 7:30 pm this evening I am in Diamond Girl’s perfumed boudoir, my second visit to her, and by 7:45 pm I have her erect nipples at the tip of my tongue. Diamond Girl is everything I have just described... and much much more!!!

I will most certainly visit her again soon in order to perform another most entertaining night audit!

LOL.... Awesome WW... Always entertaining as usual. Quite a pleasure to read these :)

Kevin, better be very very quiet.... otherwise you run the risk of being featured in a short story like the above quite like some others already have ;-)

I'm shaking it here boss....................stil shaking it boss..................still shaking it boss...

I never realised being a car gaurd had such a financial year end burden on you Whitewhite...Lol.

Awesome writing as usual.

Thanks for the advice Chmok. I dont know the guy personally so if I am included in a short story I can only guess it is some sort of thanks for reading and appreciating his work. I try not to take comments posted on this forum personally ;)

LOL,Bunter! Us car guards have more than just a year end tax burden! We also have to employ a battalion of accountants simply to count our daily takings of copper coinage!

Ask Uncle Chmok!

Hey Oom, jou Uncle se gat :)))
Unfortunately you're right (with the burden-bit!), and add to that the problems I have with my wheelbarrow carrying the coinage: punctures galore!
Now WHERE is ilovepunani when you need him eh?

Pasop Kev, WW will sit on the fence until you trip, then he'll pounce and scribe about you! So, either never trip or don't tell me later I didn't tell you ;-)

Financial year end....and I think another visit to Diamond Girl sure is in order.

She certainly adds spice to my night audits!

A nice read thanks