2 comments/ 65673 views/ 9 favorites The New Secretary By: MALIBUMAN666 Helen Brown was a very quiet woman. Though into her early thirties, her experience of life was quite limited, indeed she'd not moved out of her parents home until she was 27. All told she'd had just four boyfriends, though none had lasted very long and none of them had been exactly memorable. Somehow Helen felt that she just wasn't very good at being with someone else and had pretty much resigned herself to a life on her own. Her parents had helped to buy her a flat, otherwise she would still be at home now, and it was here that she lived with her cat 'Monet'. It was a small flat with two bedrooms, the second of which contained mostly junk and an unused exercise bike with a drying pair of socks draped over the handlebars. Helen opened the door of her flat and Monet came to greet her. Helen was unusually excited today, as she clutched a bottle of her favourite wine and patted Monet's furry head. On her way home Helen had received a call on her mobile and had been told that she'd got the new job that she had applied for as a secretary in the building at the end of her road. It was perfect for her. No more catching buses, long treks across town and getting up at the crack of dawn...and she'd be saving a fortune on fares. Helen fed Monet and placed the bottle of wine on the kitchen worktop. She looked at her reflection in the window, she looked a little tired, but still attractive. Her shoulder length hair could do with a trim perhaps, and maybe she should lay off the takeaways for a while, but she was okay. She picked up the wine and pulled a crystal glass from the overfilled cupboard, as she poured she smiled to herself. This job was going to be a whole new start for her. New job, new boss, new people, new friends...maybe she would even meet someone special. She bit her lip, wondering if she was finally destined to meet the right man. Helen had been at the firm a couple of weeks now. She had been a little disappointed that the workforce was almost totally made up of women, but she was enjoying her new job, even though her boss Jason was a bit full of himself. He was quite good looking and in good shape and had a lot of confidence, probably from running his father's company for the last 20 years. He was olive skinned, dark haired and always looked like he needed a shave even though he didn't. He was tall too, well over six foot and was always smartly dressed. He had a temper though, which Helen had witnessed on her second day. It was not her who was on the receiving end though, it was one of the other directors, Martin. He had screwed up a deal and Jason was very upset about it. Near the end of their meeting Jason's phone had been thrown across the room and cracked the glass at the side of the door. Helen had nearly jumped out of her skin and since then she'd been a bit nervous around him, even though he'd apologized to her later when he'd calmed down...and she'd arranged for a glazier to come. Though Helen was a little jumpy around Jason, she also couldn't help but find him attractive. He was, after all, the powerful one at the office and she suddenly realised how all those ugly politicians managed to get their secretaries into bed. Not that Jason was ugly, far from it, and...she did find herself thinking about him at home sometimes, when she was in bed. But she knew he was married and not only that but she knew that his wife was far prettier and younger than she was, so why would he even be interested? For his part, Jason had already realised that Helen found him attractive. She gave herself away all too easily to a player like himself and he had already made a wager with himself that he would have her before the month was out. He pondered over the best way to achieve this goal and decided that her four week review would be a perfect opportunity to take things further. With this in mind, in the week leading up to it he moved into seduction mode, playing every little trick he'd learned over the years with all of his many secretaries. He knew all the tricks to make himself look good and he played them to perfection. All but one of his secretaries had taken the bait eventually and a good severance package when it wore off always kept them quiet. But there was something about Helen he couldn't quite work out. He found her attractive, he loved the fact that she looked quite....well ordinary. He couldn't stand that footballer's wife type of woman with hair extensions and false nails, but this girl seemed incredibly innocent for a woman in her 30s. He was sure she wasn't a virgin because he'd overheard a conversation she'd had with one of the other girls in the office, but at the same time he was pretty damn sure that she hadn't had a lot of experience with men and certainly not with men like him. How much he was going to enjoy using her body and watching as her innocence disappeared before his eyes. - - - --- The call came at 3pm. "Helen, it's Jason. I'll be back in the office in about two hours, but I might be a bit later. I know you are supposed to finish at 5:30 but I really want to talk to you tonight. I have to do your initial review and I can't really leave it until after the weekend because I'm not even going to be in the office until Wednesday. You haven't got any plans for tonight have you?" "Umm, well no." Said Helen, quickly deciding that starting a yoga class could probably wait another week. "Great, I'll be as quick as I can, but the traffic is a nightmare." "Okay." Replied Helen hoping that she'd done enough for her trial to be turned into a full time contract. "See you later then." Jason clicked the phone off and looked in the mirror of the bathroom. He'd enjoyed a fine lunch with his wife and everything was coming together nicely for his evening at the office. - - - Almost as soon as she put the phone down Helen started panicking. She thought she'd done okay, but why was it so urgent that he talk to her tonight? Was it that he was going to tell her that it just wasn't working out as he'd hoped it might? Did he have to talk to her tonight because he had to sort her contract out before he went away? 5 O'clock came and went, but there was no sign of Jason. 5:30 arrived and the office started to empty out. By 6 there was only her and Martin left in the building and he had already got his coat on. "You still here?" He asked her as he swept towards the exit. "Yes, I have to see Jason...and he's not back yet." "Oh." Martin looked concerned. "Well, I'll see you next week." "Hope so." She said, smiling nervously. He turned away and Helen watched the double doors close behind him. She looked up at the clock on the wall and wondered how much longer she'd have to wait. She was so nervous about the meeting and Martin had looked rather unconvinced when he said 'See you next week', maybe he already knew she was on her way out? It was almost half past six when Jason walked in, apologising profusely and ushering her into his office. She thought they would sit either side of his desk, but Jason gestured towards the two sofas at right angles on the other side of the room. It was dimmer than she had remembered in Jason's office, the main light was off and the only light was coming from his desk lamp and some low level lighting around the edges of the room. "Drink?" Asked Jason. "Oh, erm, yes....water please." Helen mumbled. Jason ignored her request and placed a glass of crisp white wine on the coffee table in front of her. "Oh....er, thank you." She said, slightly surprised. Jason sat down on the other sofa. "Sorry to have kept you so late." Began Jason "I'm sure you have better things to do on a Friday night." "Well, not really..." Sighed Helen and raised her eyebrows. Jason chuckled. "Well...I think you've made yourself pretty useful in the last few weeks.." Helen twitched in her chair, nervously sipping her wine. "...but I'm not entirely sure you're the right person for this particular job." Helen was trembling slightly. "What I'm trying to say is, Helen, that I'm used to having a secretary that can take a more active role." "I can do that." She blurted out. Jason sighed and shifted in his seat. "No Helen, I really don't think you can, I don't think you are the right person for the job and...and I don't really think you understand what this job really entails." Helen looked downcast and took another (larger) sip of her wine. "Of course I'll give you a good reference and I'll ask around to see if I can find you a position with one of our associated companies, I'm sure you'll make a very good secretary for someone, but here I need something more. I'll also pay you another three months wages, I don't want you to fell bad about this whole experience." "But I don't understand." Started Helen timidly. "If you think I'd make someone a good secretary...then why can't I be your secretary?" "Because I need someone who can take orders." "What do you mean?" Asked Helen, her eyes slightly damp now. Jason moved to the other sofa and slid has arm along the thick cushioned back. He looked directly into her face a tried to find the right words. "Look Helen, I like you...but I need someone compliant, someone who will do what I say without question, someone who understands that sometimes you have to do certain things to make business work. Of course, there are rewards to compensate..." Jason trailed off, wondering whether this was going to work as he'd planned or if Helen was just too innocent to get it. "I will do what you ask." Mumbled Helen, looking down at her knees, her hair falling forward to cover her face. "No Helen, I don't think you..." "I will do what you ask." She said again, still quiet, but with a determination that until now hadn't been present. "You think so?" He asked. "Yes." The determination was bolstered by defiance now, although Helen's voice was still small. She was determined to keep this job, no matter what. Jason leaned back a little, he could already feel the blood starting to rush to his stiffening cock. He still wasn't 100% sure that Helen knew what she was letting herself in for, but he was willing to risk it. He moved closer and placed his hand on her arm. She flinched slightly, her nerves getting the better of her. "See...you can't do that...if I tell you to do something I don't want to see signs of hesitance or dissent. If you want to be my secretary you have to be willing to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, Mr Sommers." "No, in future, you will address me as 'Sir'." "Yes Sir." Breathed the woman, her head spinning a little as she began to take in what she was agreeing to. She felt like a schoolgirl in front of a Headmaster and just as helpless to decide her fate. "Now, stand up and face me." Helen slowly rose to her feet. "I haven't got all night Helen." Spat Jason. "Sorry Sir." Mumbled Helen looking at the floor. Oh this was good, she was obviously a natural submissive. "Now...undo your shirt." Helen looked up slightly, which only made Jason's cock get harder as she made brief eye contact before looking down again. Her hands moved to the buttons on her shirt and she fumbled with them. After a few moments Jason leaned forward and batted her hands out of the way. With a sharp, swift movement he seized the two sides of her shirt and tore them apart, three of the buttons disappearing into the think office carpet, one other left spinning on the coffee table. Helen gasped as he starred up at her, she couldn't understand why she was letting him do this to her. She knew she should run out of the room and back home to her cat, but she couldn't move. Her guts were churning and she realized she was holding her breath, waiting for him to touch her. Instead he leaned back on the sofa. Now he was the arrogant Jason she knew so well. Daring her to prove him right all along. Just waiting for her to run screaming from the building. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Nervous as she was, when he had ripped her shirt open he had started something. She had felt her pussy moisten and she knew deep down that she would obey him. She just wasn't sure what that would mean or how far she was prepared to go. "Show me your tits. He said, slowly stroking his cock through his trousers. Helen, still trembling, reached up and parted her white shirt, revealing her white bra and a nicely sized pair of tits. Nothing spectacular of course, her tits were quite average, just like the rest of her. But Jason watched intently and continued rubbing his cock. Helen stood motionless, wondering what her next move should be. But Jason moved first. He leaned forward again and hooked his finger into the front of her bra. He pulled it down and then released it so that her tits were exposed and pushed up. "When I say I want to see your tits, I want to see them, not your bra. Understand?" "Yes Ja....I mean, yes Sir." "I hope you're not going to have a problem remembering how to address me Helen. Otherwise I might have to smack it into you." Helen shuddered at the thought of Jason taking her over his knee. She knew her pussy was really wet now, but she still wasn't sure if she had the nerve to go through with this. "No Sir." She responded. "Good." Jason pointed to the floor between his legs. "Get on your knees...I want to see how good you are at sucking cock." Again the girl sneaked a nervous glance at his face, but all she saw was an expression that said 'do as I say or get the hell out!'. She moved forward and sank to her knees as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his straining cock. Helen looked at the shaft of meat just inches from her face, she hadn't sucked a cock in well over a year, but she knew that this one was bigger than any of her boyfriends'. Bravely, Helen leaned forward and slid her fingers around Jason's stalk. "No!" Barked Jason, removing her hand from his cock. "I see I am going to have to train you from scratch... Ask for permission to suck my cock." Helen's jaw was trembling and she felt the juices oozing out of her pussy and into her now very damp panties. "Please, may I suck your cock Sir?" Jason slowly shook his head, all the while fixing her firmly with his arrogant stare. "Please, please let me suck your beautiful cock Sir." Helen heard herself say. Jason let her ask several times before he was finally satisfied with the pleading tone of her request. Then he told her to put her hands behind her back and grabbed her head and pulled it forward onto his rigid shaft. It really wasn't a case of her sucking his cock so much as him simply fucking her open mouth. At one point Helen felt she was going to gag and tried to pull her head away, she even brought her hand up and tried to push against his thigh. Jason let her head go and watched as she gasped for breath. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. He didn't need to slap her face, though that may come later. She knew that she had disappointed him and instantly felt guilty and humble. She apologised profusely and put her hands behind her back again, waiting for him to pull her mouth down onto his cock, desperate to feel his silky skin on her tongue again and wondering if he would choose to fill her throat with his sticky cum or to spray it across her tits or face. "Beg me to let you continue." He said with a barely disguised sneer. "Please allow me to continue Sir." She begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He sighed loudly. "Very well, but you are going to have to do better. A lot better. If you think a half hearted blowjob is what it takes to be my secretary you've got another think coming." He enjoyed using her mouth a little while longer and then released her head from his grasp. Helen groaned as he let her hair slip through his fingers and ordered her across his lap. He remarked on the state of his trousers that she had drooled all over while sucking his tool. "I think you still have a lot of learning to do, especially about respect." Helen climbed onto the sofa and positioned herself across his knees. She desperately wanted to shove her fingers into her knickers and frig her clit until she came, but she daren't do anything but follow Jason's orders. Jason peeled her skirt up to reveal her white panties and stockings. He smiled to himself as he noticed the unmissable damp patch between her legs and forced his hand between her thighs to rub her dripping slit through the sodden cotton. Helen groaned loudly as she felt his fingers rubbing her aching cunt and then a moan of frustration as he took them a way again. He roughly pulled her panties down to just below her ass cheeks, placed his hand on her right cheek and asked her if she'd ever been spanked before. "No Sir." Came the embarrassed reply. He circled his palm around her cheek several times, savouring the soft feel of her pale skin. Well it was pale to start with. Pretty soon it was a pale pink and Helen was writhing beneath his blows as he held her firm with his free arm. "KEEP STILL." He barked as he pounded her ass until it became a slightly more angry shade of pink. He released her and she fell off his lap onto the carpet. Instinctively and obediently she got back on her knees, her head bowed, waiting for his next instruction. "Well, I'm waiting." Said Jason. Confused and not knowing what he was waiting for, Helen looked up. Then it occurred to her that maybe he was waiting for her to thank him for her punishment. "Thank you for my punishment, Sir." She said sheepishly, wondering if she was even guessing correctly. Jason smiled. "Very good.....do you still want the job?" "Yes Sir." She replied. "It won't just be me you know...if I send you to see a client I expect you to do what they tell you." Helen shivered at the thought of being controlled by Jason and ordered to pleasure anyone he instructed her to. "I will Sir." "You'd better." Helen closed her eyes, wondering why she was allowing herself to be treated this way. "Play with yourself." He snarled, as he leaned back in the chair, stroking his hard cock. "I want to see you come." Suddenly Helen felt shy, she'd never masturbated in front of anyone before. It was one thing to be made to suck cock, or take a spanking it was quite another to openly rub herself for his amusement. "Do it." He hissed. "You're no good to me if you can't take orders." Helen peeled her knickers off as she lay back on the carpet and opened her legs, her skirt riding up around her waist. Her stockings provided easy access to her pussy and she quickly found her clit with her first and second fingers. "That's it, rub that pretty cunt. I expect you to be shaved next time I see you. Keep it shaved and don't bother wearing knickers to work anymore. Do you understand slut?" "Yes Sir." Moaned Helen, her fingers working faster and faster as he told he what to expect in the future. "If I bring you into an office full of men and tell you kneel in the middle of the floor and suck them all off, one after another, you're going to do it, without question, understand?" "Yes Sir." Helen was getting closer and closer to orgasm. "And if I tell you that me and Martin are going to spit-roast you, or that I'm going to have you watch me fuck another girl and then you're going to lick her clit until she comes, you're not going to question me are you?" "No Siiiiiiiiir." Helen bucked off the floor, her body convulsing wildly as she frigged herself intermittently until finally she was spent. Jason pounced, he moved swiftly between her legs and rubbed his cock up and down her soaking wet slit and then rammed his length into her dripping cunt. Helen cried out, she was too sensitive from coming but Jason didn't care. He pounded his cock into her, mauling and biting her tits as he did so. Then abruptly he pulled out and flipped her onto her front. He didn't tell her what he was doing he just pulled her up onto her knees. He gave her ass a few more cursory slaps and then sunk his rod back into her aching cunt. The New Secretary As he fucked her he peeled her ass cheeks apart and allowed a quantity of spit to fall from his mouth between her cheeks. He pressed the tip of one of his thumbs into the tight hole of her ass as he fucked her and slapped her with the other hand when she begged him not to touch her there. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He mocked. "Five minutes ago you promised me you would do anything I said, and already you're playing me up!" Helen protested that she didn't realise he meant she had to allow him the use of her ass, but Jason just laughed. "Of course you do, God Helen you're so naïve." He pressed his thumb in further and worked some of her pussy juice into the hole with his other hand. Soon his thumb was deep inside and Helen started to relax, to almost enjoy the intrusion in her tightest hole. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be begging me to fuck your ass." He said as he slid his solid seven inches out of her slippery cunt and between her cheeks. Helen took a deep breathe as she felt his thumb pulled away and the large, rounded tip of his cock pressed against her tight ring. He told her over and over to relax, and slowly Helen complied and eventually she felt his meat slide inch by inch into her tight asshole. Jason grunted as he watched his cock disappear into the girl. He loved anal sex, and he especially loved it with women like Helen. Innocent little bitches just begging to be corrupted by his thick, hard, cock. Helen's ass felt like it was being stretched wide open each time Jason's cock plunged into her and she reached between her legs to rub her clit as he fucked her ass. She found the pleasure in her pussy went some way to distracting her from the discomfort in her ass and as Jason began to pick up the pace she found she needed to follow suit. After a couple of minutes of intense frigging, Helen felt herself start to come and her ass tightened sharply around Jason's cock. As her convulsions literally squeezed his cock out of her hole, Jason watched her collapse onto the floor and knelt beside her pumping his cock hard until several thick jets of white cum sprayed across her legs, ass and skirt. He rubbed his fingers into the sticky mess and then pushed one into her mouth for her to suck clean. Jason looked down at the exhausted woman and wondered if she was really up to the job or not. He still had his doubts but he decided he would give her another four weeks to prove herself. The New Secretary Same old desk. Same grey walls. Same fancy paintings. Same traffic that whizzes past my window. Same morning coffee that I had every day. Everything in my life was the same. I let out a sigh. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall. It was five seconds before 10:00 and my secretary was never late with her daily schedule reminder. "Good morning Mr. Quinton," a new voice said timidly. My eyes shot up from the pile of papers to see a small woman around my age of 28 who wasn't my usual secretary. She had pale blond hair that was strung tightly back into a bun but a lose strand hung just to the side of her beautiful sky blue eyes. My eyes raked down this new woman's body, caressing her every curve that were prominent from her grey pencil skirt and blush pink blouse. It took every inch of my body to stay seated and not walk up to her and slip the tiny strand of hair behind her ear and stare into her eyes. I watched her cheeks turn a shade similar to her pink blouse. I let out an inaudible chuckle and cleared my throat. I hadn't realized I had been staring for so long. It has been awhile since the last woman I dated and a single woman has caught my eye. Most women would shamelessly flirt with me and show me they're cleavage at any chance they got, but to be honest, that disgusted me. I gave them all the signs of being not interested and they wouldn't back off. I cleared my throat once more, before saying in a scratchy voice, "Good morning Miss. May I ask, where is Mrs. Smith?" Now it was my turn to catch the shy woman at checking me out. Her blue orbs trailed across my body, doing as I just did and taking in my every detail. I could see small little points sticking from her breasts that caused my member to slowly stir in my pants. I fidgeted slightly, trying to discretely rearrange myself. She had to of seen this because she quickly went to say something but another voice interrupted her. "Jay-Jay!" a motherly voice interjected. I let out a sigh when the slightly plump woman came walking into the room. Mrs. Smith has been a mother to me. She didn't treat me like I was her boss, she treated me like a young boy who still was growing up which was nice change from the normal hustle and bustle of my corporation life. "What is going on here?" I asked, slightly irritated that I wasn't informed of anything. The woman took a deep breath and a warm smile filled her features, "Well, dear. I'm pregnant and Andrew can finally afford for me to be a stay at home mother with my children so I'm quitting." I gasped, "What?" "Don't worry. I knew you would take it this way so I already did the hard work for you. This is going to be your new secretary. Her name is Ms. Samantha Reynolds. I've been through hundreds of people trying to get this job and believe me, she is the best one." A scowl immediately knitted onto my brow. This woman was replacing the closest person I had to a family. After my parents died in a car crash, I was left with my father's inheritance which included me taking over his corporation. I was broken and lost in the world without any other family members but once Mrs. Smith met me, she instantly filled the void. She took me under her wing and let me spend holidays with her rather than alone in my apartment. "B-but-" I started but Mrs. Smith shushed me. "Don't worry. You can still spend all the holidays with us. Nothing will change, dear," she said with a smile. I swallowed my sadness and regret and decided to look professional in front of the beautiful new Ms. Reynolds, "How long until you leave?" "The end of the week," she said with a sad smile. "Congratulations," I smiled at her. "Thanks, now come on, Samantha, I'm going to show you how our master copy machine works." And with that, Mrs. Smith strolled out of the office with the young girl hot on her heals. As Ms. Samantha looked back on last time and caught my gaze, I couldn't help but think that maybe this wouldn't be so bad. ~*~ The week seemed to fly by. And as much as the young woman was proving herself, she wasn't the same as my old secretary. Mrs. Smith promised to keep in touch with me. She told me that she would still keep an extra chair and place mat out on Christmas dinner, and said she would even put out two if I were to bring a girl. Like that would happen. The attraction between me and Ms. Samantha has been apparent but awkward. I knew I wasn't treating her that nicely lately but I couldn't help it. She wasn't Mrs. Smith and I missed my mother figure. So I did the most logical thing a man could do, take it out on Ms. Samantha. "Where's my coffee?" I snapped at her, on one very stressful day, sometime before Christmas as Ms. Samantha walked through the door. She quickly scurried over to my desk and placed a stack of file folders on it, "One moment." Within seconds, she was back with my coffee in her small hands, "Here you go sir." As she handed it to me, it slipped in our hands and managed to splash over her white blouse. Immediately I was able to see her pebbled nipples through her wet black bra and black shear shirt. "What do you think you're doing?" she growled, showing a new dominant and aggressive side to her. I could feel myself harden at the sight of the points on her shirt, "I-I didn't mean t-to-" "Do you know that I just bought this shirt yesterday?" she growled, "Yesterday just to please you! I can't believe I even wanted to try. I'm so done with this job and the way you've been treating me this week! It's sucked working for you so I quit!" Ms. Samantha cut was cut short from her rant when there was a loud knock on my door. Little did Ms. Samantha know, I was too busy watching a wet liquid roll down her inner thighs to hear what she was saying. Ms. Samantha's eyes widened at the sound and she looked down to her stained shirt and back at me with worried eyes. She quickly mouthed to me 'don't let them in yet' as she desperately tried to dry her shirt off wipe off the coffee that dripped down her legs. "Come in!" I hollered. Ms. Samantha's eyes darkened at me. But to my utter surprise, the small woman darted towards me and fit herself perfectly underneath my desk. I let out a chuckle that earned me a small whack to my dress shoes. "Hello Mr. Barns. How are you doing today?" I asked kindly. I heard Ms. Samantha grumble something beneath the desk but I quickly tapped her with my foot to silence her. I heard another gasp before my employee spoke again. "There is a meeting for you to attend in a half an hour and two after that one," he said. "Alright. Thank-" I gasped when I felt a soft hand swiftly grip my erection through my dress pants. "T-thank you," I stuttered and gripped the edge of the desk. I leaned back in my chair so I was able to see Ms. Samantha's face. She smiled a devious smile and mouthed 'pay back' to me. I fought the urge to let out a throaty moan as her hand managed to silently unzip my pants and pull my erection through the hole. I gripped the desk to the point where I thought I would break the wood of the desk. "I-Is there a-anything else f-for me, Mr. Barns?" I stuttered, sucking in another breath when she kissed my tip. Ms. Samantha pushed her breasts up against my leg while taking my length fully into her mouth. "No sir," Mr. Barns said. I sucked in another breath when I felt her teeth slide up and down my shaft, "You know what, Mr. Barns?" I felt Ms. Samantha freeze at my sudden comment, "Cancel my appointments for today and reschedule them." Mr. Barns looked at me perplexed before nodding his head and exiting the room. At the sound of the door clicking shut, I quickly bent down and picked up the small woman and sat her in my lap. "You have been a really naughty girl," I said, my voice deep and husky. The woman's eyes were filled with lust as she growled, "Well what are you going to do about it?" I latched my lips on hers and felt my erection twitch when she moaned loudly and ground her hips into mine. I found myself doing the same thing. Samantha deepened the kiss by grapping onto my tie and pulling me impossibly closer to her. My hands roamed her body but I refrained myself from touching her where she wanted me to. She managed to pull that stunt on me with my employee, well now she was going to pay. I felt her gasp into our kiss when I swiftly slid her shirt above her head, leaving me with her two luscious breasts sitting in her drenched black bra. Samantha let out a moan while I kissed along her jaw line and down her neck. Her small hands clutched onto my button up dress shirt and her body naturally leaned into my touch. I felt her breasts push up onto my chest and she let out a small whimper of frustration. "Tell me what you want me to do with you," I whispered on her neck. Her body shivered and she moaned but didn't say a word. I began tracing my tongue around her bra and almost stopped when I felt her small hand grab mine. "Please," she whimpered, submitting to the pleasure I was giving her. "Please what?" I asked with my voice down a few octaves. "Please Mr. Quinton," she moaned. "Call me Jason," I breathed on her neck, "Tell me what you want me to do." "Please, Jason. I want you to please me," she took my hand that she was still holding and put around her back and on her bra strap, "I'm so close..." That was enough for me. I swooped down and latched my mouth onto her pebbled breasts. Her moans were music to my ears. I fingered the material on the back of her skirt until I found her zipper and unzipped her. With my lips sucking her breast, I lifted her hips up and with her assistance, she slipped the skirt hastily off and onto the ground. She grabbed my free hand that was busy twisting her other nipple in my fingers and placed it over her wet panties. She moaned again as I began rubbing her through her panties. They were wet but unlike her other clothing, I doubted it was from the coffee I split on her. She leaned into my touch causing her abdomen to brush up against the tip of my pulsing erection. I quickly slipped her panties off of her, losing the last of bit of control I had, and lifted Samantha so she was laying on my desk. "Fuck me," she moaned. "Oh I intend on it, baby girl," my husky voice responded. With one swift thrust, I entered the woman. She let out a muffled scream that quickly turned into a moan as her juices gushed over my engorged manhood. I sucked in a breath, trying to hold on. This woman was tight. Her walls that were clenching tightly around me were going to end this a lot sooner than she realized. But once her waves of pleasure calmed down, I firmly planted my hands on her hips and thrust into her. With each thrust, we moaned together. Her legs wrapped themselves loosely around my waist so each time she would orgasm, I would take my hands from her hips and hold her legs that would limply wrap themselves tighter around me. I could feel my own orgasm coming as her tight walls convulsed around me. I let out a strangled moan that blended in her last and final scream as she climaxed. I emptied my load in her, filling the woman with my warm seed. Shot after shot jetted out of me until finally, I fell forward onto her with my manhood still plunged deep in her tight hole. "Are you sure you're quitting?" I struggled out, my breath on her neck. Samantha shivered, "That depends if you can convince me otherwise." The New Secretary The day hasn't even begun and I feel exhausted already. Drained of any energy I had to muster before I came into work. I've already made ten phone calls and replied to at least fifteen emails and it's not even nine o'clock yet. I wish I could get out of here. Start over somewhere new. Then a year later, return. Because this city will always be my home, no matter what. Despite everything bad that has happened in the last few months. I should be happy that it's Friday, at least. Yet I find myself staring at the computer screen, waiting for that email that will never come. A statement of apology. A long awaited attempt at closure. Instead, I get an email in my spam folder about a sexy cam girl awaiting my response. I almost don't hear the knock on the door. "Come in," I say as I minimize the screen. "Door's unlocked." I really have no idea who it could be. So I'm legitimately surprised when I see a young, beautiful, bright eyed woman blinking back at me from the threshold. "Hello, sir," she says rather timidly. "I'm here for the job interview." I swear I have the biggest brain fart in my life as I stare at her, my gaze sweeping down her full figured body. She is too cute. She barely looks like she's eighteen. She's wearing a slim fitting blazer and a pinstripe skirt that accentuates her shapely body. Her stark, red lipstick is a perfect contrast to her pale olive skin. Her wavy hair frames her pretty face so perfectly. I find myself immediately intrigued. And then I remember that she must be Aubrey, the third person applying to the much-coveted secretarial position. I say coveted in pure sarcasm. We've only had five people apply so far, and the other candidates were obviously less than enthusiastic to fill the job. "Come in," I quickly say as I stand up. "Please close the door so we can have some privacy. Take a seat and get comfortable." "Okay," she quickly says as she crosses the room to the chair in front of my desk. So far she seems quiet and put together. Redeemable qualities that are hard to find in this day and age. Luckily, the assistant manager handed me Aubrey's resume an hour ago, so it's still sitting on my desk. Having read through it, I was intrigued by the variety of jobs that she's held. Some were clerical, others were retail. A well-rounded worker. "Are you an introvert, Aubrey?" I suddenly ask. Even the question catches me off guard. Where did that come from? But she doesn't seem to mind; she actually smiles and tilts her head slightly before she says, "Most definitely. That's why I prefer office jobs. Less direct contact with the public. If I can avoid it, I do. I'm not the best in social situations." She seems to reconsider her words after a few fleeting moments pass in relative silence. To my surprise, her fair cheeks flush and she looks down at the floor in disappointment and shame. "I'm sorry,' she says. "That was such a stupid response. That's probably the last thing you want to hear as an employer, right? I don't know what got over me." I try not to smile too much before I say, "That was a perfect response. You see, I am an introvert as well. Lately it's been coming out more and I'm finding it hard to fit in such a shallow, idiotic world that cares about such trivial things. So I apologize if I made you uncomfortable." She looks up at me with complete surprise on her pretty face. "Really? Wow." "I don't seem like it, right? We'll get to that another time. When can you start? I liked your resume. I like people with a diverse background. And I like you so far. You seem dependable and smart. These are all initial observations and I could be wrong, but I doubt it. So what do you say?" Her eyes widen and her bottom lip trembles slightly. "You...you want to hire me?" "Yes." I smile. "Can you start Monday?" *** It's clearly evident that Aubrey Morales is extremely obedient and attentive to my needs. Which makes me a little uncomfortable. I'm not used to someone so eager to please me. And it doesn't help that she seems very respectful of me. Always addressing me as sir, telling me that she's completed a task, and asking me if there's anything else that I need. I'm not used to such a strong, level headed woman who is so willing to please me... Is she that sort of submissive, though? The kind that will get on her knees the second I tell her to do so? Not that it matters. Now that she's working for me, I cannot push the query any further. But it's hard to ignore her sexy, full figured body. Even though she's not as skinny like the other girls working here, she is definitely not overweight. But I like that. She is my type of woman. With supple curves that I can grab on...flesh that I can gently bite as I drive my seed deep inside of her... I get my mind out of the gutter before I get even more hard. But like I said, it's hard not to stare. Her first day at the job and she looks sexy and cute at the same time. She looks professional in her black pinstripe skirt and light blue blouse that shows a hint of cleavage, but nothing too obscene. But then she is wearing this black bow in her hair that looks so adorable on her and makes her look like a little cute girl, ready to be held by me. She is mysterious and intriguing...and I want her. By the end of the day, she has proven herself to be an excellent secretary. So I feel really bad when she is packing her stuff and I find myself with a raging hard on, watching her from behind my desk. I don't do or say anything perverse to her, though. She waits for me to get my belongings before we step out of my office and I lock the door. When we get outside, I'm surprised to see her start walking away to the road after we say goodbye to each other with a smile. I quickly walk over to her and grab her wrist gently, stopping her from walking any further. "Aubrey, where are you going?" I ask her as a cold breeze picks up and winds its way through us. "Home, sir." She kills me when she calls me sir. She is so damn respectful and polite. It makes me just want to kiss her more... "You walk home?" I ask. "Yes." She tilts her head at me. "I love walking. It helps to clear my mind." "Let me take you home." I expect her to defy me and say no. Instead, she turns toward me with a smirk. "Okay." Even I'm surprised by her easy, willing admission. She is silent as she follows me to my black BMW, which is the only car left in the parking lot. She slides into the passenger seat and I try to avoid staring at her as I clumsily put on my seatbelt. I haven't felt this nervous with someone in such a long time...this is crazy. "I love your outfit today," she says as I start the car. "I love a suit with suspenders and a tie. It looks so clean and perfect." Now I can't help but look at her. "Thank you, Aubrey. You are too kind." "Your wife is so lucky." Her words hang in the air like a heavy cloud between us, dense and filled with intensity. Still, I respond. "No longer married. I'm separated." "Oh." Her words are quick, resentful. "I'm sorry, sir. I had no idea. Please forgive me." "That is okay. Don't feel bad. You had no idea. So where do you live?" She tells me where she lives, which is pretty far away on foot. In the car it only takes about ten minutes, which amounts to about half an hour of walking. We are relatively silent until we start approaching her apartment until I realize that I am parking in a dead end. Perplexed, I turn to her and feel my spine stiffen when I see her staring at me with an undeniable hunger swimming in her bright blue eyes. "Can I ask you something, sir?" she asks in a low tone. Immediately, I am turned on. Something has changed between us. The lust is so palpable between us, it's like an electric current that has no way of turning off. Not that I want to shut it down. Because I am enjoying every second of it. Especially the way she is staring me down, like she wants to give herself completely to me. "Yes, you may," I finally say with a taut voice. "Do you like being in control?" "I would say I do. I am the boss for a reason." I wink at her and she giggles. My first successful flirtation with her and she hasn't shuddered away in disgust or shied away. "Well..." she starts to say as she blushes. "I just wanted to say...that you are incredibly handsome, sexy and intelligent. In every way you are my wet dream come true. And I can't deny the fact that I want you, and if you want to have your way with me, you can." I swear my jaw almost drops. But then she extends her hand out to my leg, and I know for sure that she is being completely serious. Coupled with the fact that she is unbuttoning her blouse even more, there is no denying that she is being honest. "No, I don't want a raise," she whispers as my gaze descends to her impressive cleavage. "I don't want to be promoted. I just want your seed gushing down my throat. Do you know how long it has been since someone has even touched me, desired me at all?" "Does my secretary want to be my little secret slut?" I expect her to wince and take her hand away from me at the mention of that derogatory word. But she moans and gently squeezes my erection through my slacks, making me shudder. "Yes, sir. Have you ever been with a girl that loves to worship cock?" I swear I get even more hard. "No. I can't say I have. I have always wanted a girl like you, though." "Do you want to change that?" I groan as I watch her slip off her blouse. She is wearing a black push up bra that does a lovely job of enhancing her already sexy, full breasts. She rubs my shaft through my black pants and continues to look at me as she unzips me and starts to take out my hardness. I shiver and moan when I feel her soft hand on the sensitive head of my cock before she brings it down and back up, stroking my shaft gently and slowly. "Can I stroke you until you come? You can come in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop." "God," I mutter. "That would be so fucking hot. You are a little minx, aren't you?" "Yes, I am. But only with the right person." "And what makes me so special?" I groan again as she brings her closed fist down my hardness. Some pre-cum comes out and she uses it to lubricate my rigid shaft. "You are," she whispers as she stares at her hand slowly going up and down my cock. "Do you want me to go faster?" "Yes," I hastily say. "Please do." She eagerly strokes me harder as she tightens her grip on me. Usually, when I have a woman stroking me, she is half asleep, bored out of her mind. But not Aubrey. She seems as excited as me. Her gaze keeps flickering between my face and my straining cock. "My boss is so hot," she whispers as she gazes into my eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep my hands off you. This is wrong but it feels so good. I love watching you thrust your hips against my hand and hearing you moan." Her erotic words get me even more excited. She must sense my growing arousal because she strokes me harder, faster, until I'm shaking all over. It feels so good that I can't help but groan in absolute ecstasy. "You're going to come for me soon, baby?" she whispers. "Can you come in my mouth? I want to taste you so bad. I want to swallow your seed." Fuck, she's too good with her hand and too fucking sexy. Usually, I would last longer but it's been too long since I last came. I can't even remember the last time my ex-wife touched me, made me come. "Yes," I reply in a barely contained whisper. "I will. I'm close. Just keep stroking me baby. You're so good." My spine stiffens and my thighs begin to shake as I feel my orgasm building up. I stare at her hand working my thick cock, the way her small fingers are gripping the velvety, mushroom head; my mind and body entranced by the sound of her jerking me off. To my surprise, she quickly leans over and replaces her hand with her mouth, making me gasp as I feel her hot, wet mouth locked tight around the head of my cock. I feel her warm, luscious tongue flicker against the sensitive shaft and that's when I lose it. I curse and shut my eyes as pleasure floods my body; I feel my cock twitch in her mouth as my warm seed spills into her ready, inviting mouth. I've never been with a woman that enjoyed swallowing, so the fact that she willingly swallows every drop is so fucking hot and actually makes the orgasm that much better. I'm impressed that she swallows all of it, and she's actually smiling as she lifts her head up and takes away her sexy mouth and hand from my cock. "You taste so delicious," she says. "Better than I thought you would. I already want more but I know that you need to rest." I lean in to kiss her, but to my surprise, she pulls away. Maybe she didn't see me lean into her? I've never met a woman that didn't like to be kissed. So I'm definitely surprised, to say the least. "Thank you," I say as I try my best to look decent again. "That was so fucking hot." "You're welcome." She smiles. "If you're ready, you can drop me off at home." "What about you, though?" I ask in surprise. "What about me? I'm more than satisfied with your delicious cum in me. Don't worry about me." I find myself frowning. I can't exactly force myself on her, that'd be rape. And I wouldn't want to do something to her that she wasn't comfortable with. So I decide the best thing to do is to drop it. At least for now. Because if this happens again, I am definitely going to make her come. *** The next morning, Aubrey is completely professional and doesn't mention yesterday's rendezvous at all. She is too busy scanning documents, replying to emails, and answering phone calls. Basically, she's doing her job and being a great secretary. But I find myself getting so hard whenever she talks to me and I glance her way. I find myself wanting five o'clock to come faster as the day lags on. Finally, once five o'clock arrives, I see her shut down the computer and put on her jacket. She's wearing a black, simple yet elegant dress with a pair of heels that are taunting me to no end. I keep imagining her heels on my shoulders as I fuck her deep and hard, our gazes locked in an intense, sultry stare... "Can you take me home again, sir?" she asks once we have stepped out of the office. "Of course," I quickly reply. I swear I see her smile as she follows me to my car. She waits until we are a few blocks away from work to place her hand on my thigh. "Can I suck you off in the back, sir?" she asks as her hand inches upward, closer and closer to my crotch. "I want to gag on your cock." As tempting as that sounds, I still want to make her come, so I say, "As long as I make you come, I'll agree to that. What's your favorite way to come, Aubrey? With a man's hand? Or his tongue?" She blushes as she looks over at me. "I like it when a guy fucks me with his finger. I come so hard." "Then let's park somewhere. I love doing this in the car. It feels kind of..." "Risky? That's why I love it. I know of another dead end that's a lot more discreet. Do you want to go there?" "Sure." She tells me directions as I drive to the secluded spot. She wasn't kidding when she said it's more discreet. While it doesn't look shady, a place that would attract unwanted attention and trouble, it has enough privacy to keep us discreet. She brings her hand over to my red and black striped tie and gently pulls on it as she glances toward the backseat. "You ready for my mouth, boss?" I love when she calls me boss and sir. I can tell that she loves to follow authority, to please and be subservient. Yet I sense that her personality is strong willed and independent. This contrast is extremely attractive, and makes her that much more mysterious to me. "Yes. Let's go in the backseat now." She is silent as she joins me back there, her eyes avidly staring at the growing erection underneath my black slacks. I've never met someone as horny as her. It's definitely fucking hot to see her pure lust on her pretty face. "How does my boss like his cock sucked?" she asks as she leans into me and starts fondling me through my pants. "Nice and hard? Soft and slow?" "Start off slow and then just rape me with your mouth," I tautly whisper. She chuckles. "You can't rape the willing, baby. Do you like it messy and with my drool all over your cock?" "Mm. Yes." She is so dirty and I love it. She is about to settle herself between my legs as I get comfortable on the seat but then I stop her with my hand. "Remember what I said, though, baby. I want to make you feel good, too." "Hm." She hums as she ponders the amount of limited space we have. "This is not the best spot for what we have in mind then. What do you say, boss?" I smirk. "I have a better idea." *** I was expecting Aubrey to disregard my sudden idea of coming over to my apartment, but she seems to love it because she is quick to comply and agree. I love how turned on she is and how she immediately goes over to my brown leather couch to stretch her sexy body with the most sultry gaze ever. She pulls up her dress to reveal her bare pussy and I feel my cock twitch at the realization that she was walking around all day without any panties on. Seeing her neatly trimmed, succulent pussy is enough to make me want to bury my mouth into her mound and lap away at her sweet juices. "Please fuck my throat, sir," she whispers urgently as she hangs her head over the edge. "Be as rough as you want with me. I will enjoy every second of it." I feel as if I'm about to burst through my pants, so after I unbuckle my belt and pull down my slacks, I walk over to her and gently slide my fully engorged cock across her face. She closes her eyes and shudders, gliding her hand down her delicious full figured body. Her lips caress my shaft and I groan at the feel of her velvety, pink lips touching my sensitive cock. I watch her hand delve to her neatly trimmed pussy and she spreads her legs further, giving me a nice view of her delectable cunt. "I want to lick that pussy so bad," I whisper tautly as she flickers her tongue against the base of my cock, getting closer and closer to my sensitive balls. "Would you let me taste you, sweet girl?" She smirks and nods. She wraps her right hand around the base of my cock and guides my throbbing member into her inviting mouth. I hiss as I feel the head of my cock slip past her warm, luscious tongue, her saliva smothering me and her moan of pure ecstasy making my balls ache. I bend down and lean over her, gasping as I feel her swallow more of my rigid length. I cautiously thrust into her mouth, slipping further into her throat. I pause, making sure that I'm not hurting her, until she wraps her hands around my hips and pushes me down further into her throat. A curse escapes my lips as I feel my thick, hard cock nestle perfectly in her throat. It feels so fucking good to have her deepthroat me, especially since I've never had a girl take me all of the way. I struggle to keep my composure as I pull out of her and she gently suckles my balls. I finally reach her sumptuous cunt and breathe in her intoxicating, sweet aroma. "You smell so delicious," I say before I plant a soft, gentle kiss on her slick pussy lips. "I am going to make you come so hard with my mouth." She moans as she wraps her right hand around my slick shaft. "Keep fucking my throat, baby. If I need a second, I'll squeeze your leg, okay? You won't be hurting me. It feels good." I love how dirty and enthusiastic she is. She is just too fucking sexy and erotic for me. I feel like I'm going to lose it any second because she is too good. I slip my cock back into her mouth while I gently flicker my tongue into her soaked pussy. Her taste is so delicious and makes my cock actually throb, forcing me to gently lick her sweet core. I feel her body tense and shudder underneath me as my tongue quickens its pace in response to my hardness slipping further down her throat. I growl as I slowly grind against her, loving the slurping and gagging noises coming from her. I bury my tongue into her slick cunt and use my lips to suck her sensitive core to drive her as wild as she is making me. The New Secretary "Feels so fucking good," I tautly whisper as I look down at my cock going in and out of her mouth. "You're going to make me come so hard, baby." I thrust into her faster, loving the feeling of my balls rubbing against her face. It feels so amazing that I don't want it to end. I want to focus on her, so I pull out of her mouth and continue to lap away at her sweet, slick wetness. At first she starts to protest, but when I start flickering my tongue against her swollen clit, she gasps and actually grabs the back of my head with both hands, silently signaling me to continue ravaging her with my tongue. "Oh God, baby, your tongue feels so good on me," she says in a shaky whisper. "I'm going to come any second. Please don't stop." Just hearing her say those words makes me shudder but I don't stop pleasuring her. Her thighs start to tremble and her breathing turns shallow and I can feel her entire body coiling and tensing underneath me; all those little physical signals that prove to me that she is having a genuine orgasm. I've had way too many women try to fake an orgasm, but I could tell when they were acting. Aubrey has absolutely no control of the way her body is writhing underneath me and the guttural moans of pleasure escaping her. She tries to cover her mouth as she starts coming, but I can hear her muffled scream of raw pleasure as she succumbs to orgasm. I continue to lap away at her sweet cunt, voraciously licking her delicious release. I love feeling the wetness of her cum on my lips and the residual taste of her succulent pussy on my tongue. "Sir, please fuck my throat like the whore that I am," she says in a shaky voice as she slips off the couch and kneels before me. "I want to be your secret little slut." I feel my cock twitch as she looks up at me with those intoxicating bright sea green eyes. She really is submissive, I think to myself as I lightly trace her jawline with my forefinger. Any other guy would probably pin her against the wall and fuck her throat raw, but that isn't me. I like Aubrey; girls like her are impossible to find. I gently say, "How do you want to be my little slut, Aubrey?" She shivers and whimpers. "I want to worship your cock, sir." "How do you want to do that?" She gazes at my cock with so much heat and longing. "By sucking on it for as long as you want." "Don't stop sucking until I come," I whisper as I guide my cock back into her mouth, past her lips. She moans around my throbbing hardness but is quick to slip my cock down her throat again. I close my eyes and relish in the sensation of her skilled mouth and throat fucking me with everything that she's got. Just the sounds of her slurping and moaning around my cock are enough to make me almost lose it. She pulls me out intermittently to catch her breath, a mixture of my pre-cum and her saliva covering the lower half of her face, and it makes me throb to see her enjoying it so much. "I want you to come all over my face," she urgently says as she wraps her right hand around my slippery shaft and starts to stroke me. "Unless you want something else, sir?" "I'd love to come all over your pretty face," I say as I look down at her. "Look up at me as you jerk me off. I want to see those beautiful eyes while I get closer and closer to orgasm." She brings her mouth to my balls and gently sucks them as she continues to deftly stroke me, making sure to look up at me just like I asked her. I feel my balls tighten and my hands shake as she replaces her hand on my cock with her hot, wet mouth. She cradles my balls with her hand and gently massages them as I feel my orgasm approaching closer and closer, making me shudder more and more. "Baby, I can't hold on any longer," I mutter as my hips thrust against her mouth. "I'm going to spurt my hot cum all over your face." She pops me out of her mouth and starts to stroke me again; the slippery sound of her hand jerking me off makes my knees buckle and my head tilt head back as I start to spill my warm seed all over her beautiful face. It feels so good to feel her small hand around my thick cock and her other hand stimulating my sensitive balls. I come so hard, much more than usual. When I open my eyes again and see her happy, smiling face covered in my cum, I groan at the sexy image. "Thank you, sir," she says as she looks up at me earnestly. "I hope you enjoyed it." *** I'm not sure how I get any work done the next day, but I do somehow. Everything is half assed, or at least it feels like it, because all I can do is think about being deep inside of Aubrey. As much as I loved her hot little mouth and throat wrapped around my cock, I need to be inside of her. I want her on top of me, fucking me hard as I knead her full breasts and suck on her taut nipples. Feeling her tight cunt grip my cock like a vice, milking me as she comes hard on top of me... "Sir?" Aubrey's voice pulls me back from my depraved thoughts. Just one look at her and I'm hard again, my cock bulging against my pants. She looks so innocent today, wearing a silky black blouse with a long black skirt that looks elegant on her. All I want to do is lock the door and tell her to ride me until she comes over and over... "Yes, Aubrey?" I ask as I stare at her with a growing smile. "What do you need, dear?" She doesn't even glance back as she whispers, "I need you." The way that she says those three words makes me suspect that she means something other than sex. Those vulnerable words are full of hurt and fear. "Close the door," I gently say. "And come over here." She does as I say. When she walks over to me, I see tears threatening to spill out of her beautiful eyes. I turn toward her and gently smile at her. "Come sit on my lap," I say in a comforting tone. "And tell me what's going on." She nods and rubs her eyes. I hate seeing anyone upset but especially Aubrey; it's clear that something is really ailing her right now, and she's been trying her best to stay strong. She gently perches on my lap and cautiously wraps her arms around my shoulders. Now that I can see her face better, I can't help but notice the tears that have already streamed down her fair cheeks. "I had...the worst nightmare last night," she says in a tight, clipped tone. "I had a dream that I was getting...raped again." My spine stiffens and my entire body tenses. "You were raped?" She sighs. "Yes. It happened about five years ago with someone that I thought was my friend. We got drunk one night and he started hitting on me, and I said no, but he persisted until he pinned me down against the floor and...yeah." She shivers. "It was pretty bad." "My God, Aubrey." I pull her closer toward me and hug her tightly. "I am so sorry that happened to you. But it wasn't your fault. Please know that." She nods as her sobbing subsides. "I know, sir. Thank you. For awhile I blamed myself, but thankfully I got a lot of therapy for it. Sometimes I get nightmares. Last night was one of those nights." I kiss the top of her head. "Thank you for entrusting me with your secret. You are so strong." "You know what I like about you, sir?" I start to gently wind my fingers through her hair. "What's that?" "I love that you're gentle. You're not aggressive like other men I've known. I can't stand macho men. It turns me off." She takes her hand and lightly touches my clean-shaven face. "You're different, though. You're calm yet you're still in control. I wish more guys were like you." I smirk. "Thank you, Aubrey. That is very sweet of you. I'm happy that someone appreciates it. I've always been more on the calm side. I don't see the point in getting angry at the world. It solves nothing." She leans in toward me and grazes her lips against my smooth cheek. She shivers and moans, the sexy sound echoing throughout the room and stirring my dormant lust. "It makes you so sexy. What would my boss say if I bent over his desk and lifted my skirt up? Would he fuck me hard and fast? Or would he take his time with slow, gentle thrusts?" I feel myself harden and slowly wander my hand down her back to her waist. "I would love that so much. And I'd fuck her any way she wanted, for as long as she wanted." "Mm." She wanders her soft lips down my vulnerable neck, kissing her way down to my sensitive skin. I shiver and groan as I feel her hot breath on my neck. She wiggles her hips against me, rubbing herself against my quickly hardening member. "You smell so divine. I don't know how I get any work done while I'm here. All I want to do while I'm here is to pleasure you in any way I can." "That makes two of us. You get me so hard, I can barely stand from the desk most of the time." "I should just stay underneath your desk," she says before she wanders her mouth back up to my face. "I could be your obedient little secretary that swallows your hot load over and over again. Does that make me a bad girl? That I want as much of your sweet seed as possible?" I groan. "That makes you a very good girl. But again, I'd want to return the favor." "You know what would cheer me up, sir?" "Yes?" "If you fucked me on your desk. I will keep my heels on and I'll slip my panties to the side." "That would be so fucking hot," I growl as I lightly slap her behind. "What's your favorite position?" "Whatever yours is, boss." I smirk. "I had a feeling you'd say that. Why don't we make you in charge, though? I do enjoy a woman in charge in the bedroom. There is nothing sexier than that." She giggles as she gently tugs at my bottom lip. "Yes, sir. If you want me to be in control, then I will. I can be a little rough and demanding, if you're into that." "Yes, please," I say excitedly. "Don't be afraid to dig your nails into my skin and bite me. I like a little pain." "Okay." She smiles. "I want to ride you." "Mm. Yes please. Bounce on top of me." I watch her eagerly as she wanders her hand down to her skirt, teasing me as she slowly wanders her hand up her sexy thigh. I am about to frame her face and reel her in for a kiss when I hear a knock on my door. Cursing, I try not to hold Aubrey back as she quickly detangles from me and hurries over to the empty seat in front of the desk. Once she is sitting down and I am decent, I tell the person to come in. "I'm sorry, sir," my assistant, Henry, pokes his head in with an apologetic smile. "James is here to see you?" Goddamn it, I silently curse at myself. I completely forgot about the meeting with my old friend, Jim. He came out of town to see me and we were going to spend the evening together. It may sound awful, but I kind of wish that I hadn't made those plans now because I am obviously infatuated with my sexy, lustful and beautiful new secretary... "Yes, bring him in," I say cheerily. "My friend James came to see me." "I'll be out of your way, sir," Aubrey says as she quickly stands up. "I don't want to interfere in your time with him." "Come join us," I say before I even think of what I'm saying. "Jim would love you. He loves the company of a beautiful woman." I see her cheeks turning beet red and it makes her that much more endearing to me. "Well...if that's what you want, sir..." *** I turn out to be right because Jim is enamored by Aubrey. And who wouldn't be, honestly. Aubrey is not high maintenance, doesn't have that haughtiness that I've felt in other girls. Instead, she is down to earth and approachable. We're out for dinner at my favorite steakhouse and when Aubrey excuses herself to go to the bathroom, I find myself staring after her. "She is too cute and adorable," Jim says. "Her boyfriend is lucky." I smirk. "Yeah, he is." "So..." Jim takes a sip of his lager and turns to me with a frown. "I saw Linda last night. She looked...miserable, to be honest." My smile vanishes at the mention of my ex-wife. "Really? Where did you see her?" I can't help the question from coming up. Perhaps a part of me is still in love with her. As dumb as it sounds, I really did love her, and thought she was content with me. So when she announced to me that she was wanted a divorce six months ago, it was a complete shock to me. "Oddly enough, at my job. She...well, this is rather hard to say, Ethan. She came to talk to me...about you." *** The rest of the dinner is just not the same for me. Knowing that Linda is having regrets about divorcing me has got me all confused now. I try my best to keep my composure, but Aubrey is smart and intuitive. She can tell that something is bothering me. She keeps glancing over at me with a weary expression before she forces herself to smile. Usually I am not so willing to talk about my personal life, but since she confessed to me her dark secret earlier, the least I can do is be honest with her. So after Jim leaves the restaurant and I am driving Aubrey home, I gently grab her hand and lightly squeeze it to direct her attention to me. "I'm sorry if I was being weird before," I say as she turns her gaze toward me. "Jim told me something...a little odd when you went to the bathroom." "It's okay." She smiles in sympathy. "You don't have to explain anything to me. I respect your privacy, sir." "I appreciate that, Aubrey. But the least I can do is be honest with you as well." So I tell her what Jim told me; how Linda visited him at work and confessed to her that she had made a mistake in divorcing me. How she felt regret and was having mixed feelings of coming back to me. I do my best to keep my voice level, but when I stop the car in front of her apartment, my hands are actually shaking from suppressed anger. "I haven't admitted to myself...how angry I've felt until now that I'm saying this out loud to you," I say. "I'm sorry if I seem overwhelmed, Aubrey." "No, it's okay," she carefully says. "Why don't we go inside my apartment? I can make you some tea. You can tell me everything inside." I nod and turn off the car. My nerves are wrecked and all I want to do is drink an entire bottle of whiskey to numb the anger. But when Aubrey lets me inside of her apartment and turns on the light, I remember where we left off at my office and a surge of lust rushes through me, making me tremble. She notices my change in demeanor and glances down at my crotch, which is showing off my apparent erection already. Without saying a word, she takes my hand and leads me down the short hall to her bedroom, where she gently pushes me down onto the bed and straddles me. She moans as I wander my hands across her small back and kiss her fiercely and without abandon. "Let me make love to you," I whisper against her lips. "I want to make you come as many times as you can." "Oh god," she murmurs as she grinds against me. "You make me so wet, sir. You bring out the little nymph in me." She rubs her panties against my erection and I thrust upward, wanting to feel more of her. I cannot wait to be deep inside of her as her wet, tight pussy milks my cock. But I want to make sure that her cunt is flooded with arousal before I am inside of her. I gently flip her over on her back and kiss her ardently as I wander my hands down to her full, beautiful breasts. To my pleasure, she opens up her blouse to reveal them to me. I immediately pull down her lacy bra and her sexy tits come out; I graze my hand over her left breast, my palm skimming her taut nipple while I bring my mouth to her right breast, my lips wrapping around the hard nub and lavishing her nipple in wetness with my eager tongue. "You're making me so wet, baby," she tautly whispers. "My panties are getting drenched." I don't say anything in response as I continue to suck on her nipple while I knead the other one, making her whimper and buck underneath me. My cock is so hard, straining against my pants, but right now I just want to focus on her. It's obvious that she wants to please me, and I could easily take advantage of that, but I'd rather her come before I am deep inside of her. I take my mouth away from her luscious breast and bring my mouth to the other breast, sucking gently on the sensitive nipple. Meanwhile, I bring my right hand down to her panties, wandering over her slightly trembling body. I slip my hand past the elastic waistband of her panties and slowly skim her neatly trimmed pussy with my fingers until I lightly wander them over her wet folds. She wasn't kidding when she said she her panties were drenched. All I feel is her wet heat as I slip my middle finger inside of her slick cunt, fucking her until she is thrashing and bucking against me. "Don't stop, sir," she says in a shaky voice. "Please don't stop." "Are you going to come for me, baby? Come all over my hand while I suck on your nipple. Drench my hand in your cum." She bucks and moans as I feel more of her wetness seep out of her cunt. I haven't even been fingering her for that long but she is already starting to succumb to pleasure underneath my hand. I continue to suckle on her nipple while my finger slips in and out of her slick hole until she shudders and moans so loud and sexy, making my cock twitch as she comes so hard. She places her hand on my waist, digging her small fingers into me with so much intensity while I feel my finger flood with silky wet heat. "You make me come so hard, sir," she says in a raspy voice. "I need you inside of me. Please. I want to feel your hard cock inside my tight, wet cunt." "Get on top of me, baby. Pull your panties to the side and straddle me." She quickly positions herself on top of me. We haven't even undressed fully but I kind of like that. I quickly unbuckle my belt with shaking hands and pull down my zipper to reveal my hard, throbbing cock. She wraps her small hand around my thick member and slowly slides down on it, making me groan as I watch my cock disappear into her tight pussy. She is so wet and warm and my balls ache as I hear her gasp in pleasure. Once I am fully inside of her all the way, I realize with dread that I haven't put on a condom. She places both of her hands on either side of my head and lowers herself to me, her beautiful lips lifted up in a sensual smile as she gently thrusts her hips against me. She must sense my tension and hesitation because she lightly kisses me before she brings her sexy mouth to my right ear. "Don't worry, sir," she whispers with a husky voice, making me shudder. "I'm on the pill. I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone in over a year. I want you to come inside of me." I groan. "Are you sure?" "Yes." She flicks her tongue against my earlobe and I can't help but groan. "I want you to give me a creampie." "Fuck..." I wrap my strong arms around her waist and pull her even closer to me. "I'm going to keep fucking you, even after I come inside your tight little pussy, my cum spilling out of your cunt. Do you want that?" She moans and swivels her hips in response before she says, "Yes, please. Fill me up with all of the cum you have, sir. I need it." She's so fucking sexy and I don't know how I'm going to last that long but I don't want to disappoint her. I want her to come all over my cock so I gently frame her face with my hands and kiss her slowly but passionately. She moans into my mouth and slowly starts to ride me, her slick wet arousal covering my shaft. I love feeling her hands roaming my chest, her fingers skimming my blazer as I touch her all over, my hands wandering her delicious curves. I can feel her getting wetter and she feels so amazing, riding me harder with every thrust until she is trembling above me, completely submerged in raw pleasure. "It feels so good," she whispers in a shaky voice. "I love your cock, sir." "My secretary has such a perfect little cunt. Is she going to come all over me?" She moans and bucks against me. "Yes. I love when you talk to me like that." "Ride me faster. Fuck me as hard as you want." The New Secretary She buries her face into the curve of my neck and whimpers as she thrusts against me harder, the wet sounds of our primal fucking echoing throughout the room. I wrap my hand around her left breast and passionately suck on the taut nipple, making her whimper and fuck me harder. She is riding me so good and when I feel her back stiffen and her muscles tense, I know that she is on the cusp of orgasm. "Come for me, baby," I say as I gaze into her beautiful eyes. "Come all over me." She moans so loud and her hips violently thrust against me; her entire body shuddering above me, making my balls ache when I feel her tight little cunt grip my cock like a vice. The way that she continues to shudder and whimper as her arousal floods me almost sends me over the edge but I manage to hold back. Until she brings her mouth to my right ear. "Give me your hot boss cum, sir," she whispers. "I want to feel your hot seed spill out of my pussy." I shake and my fingers dig into her hips as I feel my balls tighten and my cock twitch before I start coming inside of Aubrey. I curse as I feel my warm cum trickling down my shaft, all the way down to my balls. It feels so fucking good as she continues to ride me; my warm, slippery cum adding more sexy, arousing sounds to our frantic fucking. "Oh my god, it feels so fucking good," she says as I wander my hands up to her full breasts. "I can feel your cum spilling out. Give me more, baby. I'm going to come again." "Goddamn," I say as I thrust upward in response to her sexy little body fucking me. "Me too." Her breathing turns shallow and she convulses on top of me again, sending me into another orgasm. I moan out her name as I clutch her tightly against me, loving the way her pussy is milking my cock of more cum. I feel her walls gripping my cock, forcing more of my seed out of her. Feeling more of my cum spill out of her tight little cunt down my shaft again, I frame her beautiful face and reel her in for a kiss, slow and deep. I'm still inside of her as she giggles and rests her face against my chest, nuzzling me. "I thought I was coming in to talk to you," I say in an amused tone. She kisses my chest. "It looked like you needed some cheering up." "It was great, but..." I wander my hand down her supple curves as I fight a grin. "Tomorrow I want you to boss me around in my office, understood?" "You're ordering me to boss you around?" "Yes." She stiffens on top of me. "I've...never really been the one to be in control." "I know. That's why I want you to be in that position. It would be good for you. I know it will help you." She relaxes against me. "You know me so well, sir."