2 comments/ 20427 views/ 5 favorites The Secretary and Finance Director Ch. 02 By: LovelyDolly I wasn't surprised when I saw his Secretary run out of his office in floods of tears, he had lost his touch the moment his wife served him with divorce papers. Still, I was disappointed, this one had shown some promise, if only he was more subtle in his approach. We had boarded together and later went on to the same University; it was only natural that once we graduated we would go on to set up our own business. His salesmanship and leadership combined with my eye for detail and business acumen proved a winning formula and we were quickly making serious money with a solid business model that safely saw us thrive through two recessions. He took the helm as Chairman whilst I took the role of Finance Director. Outsiders and indeed insiders often assumed that he was the sole owner but that suited me just fine, witholding information about how much control I had over the business ultimately put me in a position of greater power. We were like chalk and cheese; he was fiery and wore his heart on his sleeve, whereas I was more discreet with my emotions. But although our methods were very different we both sought the same thing, the naturally submissive woman. She is a rare breed the woman who graciously succumbs to your every whim and as such we often found ourselves competing for the same prize. Over the years we'd found rhythm with our duals and instinctively knew to back off when the other had won, we hadn't come to blows since the battle over the woman who eventually became his wife. Over the coming weeks I watched with interest as HR interviewed prospective Secretaries. My office was in the prime location to look straight into the interview room and I delighted in watching the little nervous wrecks stutter their way through their interviews,they looked so vulnerable. I clocked her straight away. She was wearing a tight cream pencil skirt and a pink blouse buttoned ever so slightly too low for interview revealing the tell tell fullness of a pair of surgically enhanced breasts, naughty girl. She really had a remarkable figure, short and petite yet shapely and womanly. Her makeup was demure but the little details, her long thick brown hair skimming the top of her buttocks, her kitten heels revealing cute toenails painted pink left me in no doubt that she dressed with men in mind. She was different to the others, confident. The Chairman and I had discussed at great lengths the natural affinity between Secretaries and power play, we both agreed if you find a secretary who is shit hot at her job then you damn well need toget her into bed. A Secretary serving her boss is only a couple of steps away from a slave serving her master. What would this creature turn out to be? I saw the Chairman leave his office and deliberately bump into her allowing the pile of papers he was holding to fall to the floor, damnit he was so fucking obvious. She looked him directly in the eye, said something and then bent down to pick up the papers for him. This girl had guts, was she playing him? He walked into my office and closed the door, for the first time in months I saw my friend back to his old self. I smiled. 'She's mine', he said. 'The game's on' I replied. I was going to enjoy this one. She started a couple of weeks later. The feisty thing had demanded a salary higher than many of our longstanding middle management monkeys, if they found out there would be an uproar. But both the Chairman and I were in agreement, we wanted her on board and so she got what she asked for. She quickly settled in and made quite the impression, she saw beyond just completing tasks assigned to her, instinctively knowing and completing what was required of her before being asked. She wanted to please, all the signs were there I just had to find the hook. The Chairman in his typical forthright manner started play straightaway, recognising her natural submissive streak he put her down and swore at her believing this the way to make her succumb. She just brushed it off and continued smiling, was it getting to her? If it was, she didn't let it show. One day after she had left his office smiling as usual he came into mine and told me he was going home, something was wrong but he wouldn't tell me what. He looked sad and disheartened and I felt brotherly concern for my friend. The following day at lunch time I heard a commotion in the kitchen,what the hell was she doing in there? The unmistakeable aroma of salmon wafted into my office, the only person who liked salmon more than me was the Chairman. After a spell she emerged from the kitchen carrying a bowl of food into the Chairman's office. My heart sunk. Had his crude gameplay won him the battle so soon? I hadn't even played my first move. Our offices being adjacent to each other only made matters worse; I could hear the murmurs of them talking but couldn't make out what was being said. Shit, he had won. That Saturday, as every Saturday before, me and the Chairman went for drinks. It got quite raucous and the drinks were flowing as he bragged about what he was going to do to her. As we approached the early hours he turned to me and told me that he was going to call her and demand that she drove over and suck his cock. In a drunken stupor I encouraged him and putting his phone on loud speaker he dialled her number. Neither of us expected what happened next. She answered the phone, her slightly slurred hello revealing that we had woken her. The Chairman cleared his throat to talk but she got in there first and she was angry 'What the fuck are you doing calling me at this hour? You have no right to wake me up at 3am on aSunday morning you fucking idiot! I am not paid to work weekends and so even if the fucking office is burning down you have to deal with it yourself. For fucksake!' We looked at each other confused. The chairman started to mumble a response but she hung up. Oh. This had just gotten ten times more interesting. I resisted the urge to say 'The game's back on', but I knew it and he knew it. That Monday was the monthly Board meeting at which she would be taking the minutes and at which I would play my first move. She didn't disappoint. On Monday morning she waltzed into the office wearing a floaty summer dress that framed her beautiful firm breasts perfectly. I never let her see me looking at her breasts but oh boy I looked at them and today she wasn't wearing a bra. As she sat down at the meeting table I wasn't the only one who saw a flash of her nipples and I'm sure I wasn't the only one whose cock stiffened at the thought of sucking on them. Did she do it on purpose? The Chairman walked up to me and winked before saying 'my Secretary sits there from now on'. Arsehole! Good move. He then proceeded to lay into me making up crap that I supposedly hadn't done, I was about to respond when I glanced over at the Secretary and noted that her face had softened. I knew then how I was going to play this and I allowed insult after insult, accusation after accusation go straight over my head, showing no emotion. He looked confused and became increasingly frustrated at my seeming lack of willingness to duel with him. What he hadn't realised was that he had unintentionally drawn her focus on to me and I was going to hook her this afternoon. After six hours the meeting drew to a close and when we filed out of the meeting room the Chairman looked at me as if to say 'why have you given up?'. I smiled knowingly, after all these years I was bringing in new tactics and he didn't like it one little bit. Sitting in my office I knew she was going to come to me. I watched her going into the kitchen to make the Chairman's post meeting cup of tea; it was a ritual that hadn't changed in the 25 years we had run the business. He hated tea but he got off on the ceremony of ignoring secretaries as they tottered into his office on their sexy heels and placed the steaming mug on his desk. She walked towards his office, pausing by his open door making sure that he could see her and then, oh clever clever girl she walked straight past and into my office. I resisted the urge to look up, knowing that doing so would break the spell. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her as she approached my desk and placed the mug down amongst my papers, she smelled so good. I waited for her to walk away so that I could see her beautiful behind and then I said quietly 'on a coaster'. She paused and my manhood stirred as I saw the magic begin to take hold. She walked back to my desk and clumsily shifted my papers to find a coaster. It was unlike her to stumble and I knew I had her. She looked at me directly in the eye and said 'he's a cunt you know, he shouldn't have spoken to you like that'. The provocative little tart! She was aware of what was happening too. I held her gaze and without her noticing I put my hand up underneath her skirtand spanked her pussy hard. 'That's a cunt' I said 'and don't swear'. The shock on her face and her inability to supress her pleasure at the act was the sign I needed. She was hooked and I had won. I took a sip from the Chairman's mug and said 'I don't like my tea like that'. She walked out of the room and I sniffed the hand that had spanked her. It smelled delicious, she was definitely mine. Once she had left the Chairman came in and closed the door. 'You bastard' he said and chuckled before delivering his blow 'you haven't forgotten that you're in Frankfurt for the rest of the week have you?' Shit, I had. He hadn't given up yet. 'Please little Secretary don't let me down' I said to myself. This was proving to be the best battle we'd had for years. I reluctantly boarded the flight to Frankfurt that evening telling myself 'absence makes the heart grow fonder', trying to believe it. That week was hell, the Chairman didn't answer any of my calls, he was playing with my mind. I landed back at London Heathrow on Monday morning, exhausted after having worked into the late hours for the entire weekend. I usually wouldn't have gone into work, but she was there and I had to see her. I pulled up outside the office and was just about to go in when she rushed past me, she hadn't seen me. Capitalising on the opportunity I followed her. She came to a standstill with her back to me and lit a cigarette, I stood less than a foot behind her wanting so much to pull up her dress and fuck her from behind. A gust of wind made her dress billow and she moaned. That was a moan of pleasure. She was aroused! I stayed fixed to the spot, breathing in time with her and enjoying her every moan. I reached out my hand towards her buttocks, stopping only millimetres away. How hard it was not to touch her. She took her final inhalation turned around and then, what a beautiful surprise, orgasmed right there in front of me. This creature was so sexualised that she could bring herself to orgasm without even the slightest touch, I had to have her. She looked vulnerable as she looked down at her feet, I'd caught her in a very private moment and she couldn't look me in the eyes. I stepped forward and gently removed her panties, placing them in my pocket. As I turned away and walked towards the office she followed me, as I knew she would. In the lift I remained silent and she instinctively knew not to break the spell by talking. I have never felt such sexual tension and it took all of my willpower not to stop the lift and drink the remnants of her orgasm directly from her pussy. We walked into the office and I told her to follow me. I didn't need to tell her, she would have followed me anyway. I took her into the chairman's office and told him 'she's taken a funny turn', he looked up and I removed her panties out of my pocket holding them just by my nose ensuring that she couldn't see what I was doing. I swear I saw his heart breaking and felt more than a tinge of guilt as he looked back down at his papers and spitted 'you look like shit, go home'. She didn't realise what she had done to him and I could see her tense up in anger at his outburst, if only she knew. She ran out of the office and I walked over to his desk. 'I would have done the same' he said glumly. I handed him the panties and he inhaled the scent, 'what a prize' he whispered. I found her before she had the chance to leave and pressed a slip of paper with my address in it into her palm. She tried to ask me questions, but I knew that answering them would only reduce my chances of getting the outcome I wanted. She momentarily glanced away and I walked off back to my office. 5:30 came and I got my things ready to leave, stopping by the Chairman's office to say goodbye. Shit! He wasn't there. He wasn't fucking there. I knew exactly where he was and I drove home faster than I ever had before. I flung open the front door and raced up the stairs to my bedroom. He was sat on my bed next to her. She was fast asleep and he had pulled open her bathrobe to reveal her beautiful nude figure underneath. We both soaked her in. What a vision of feminine vulnerability. Her porcelain skin, her womanly curves, her long hair almost covering her left breast but allowing her pink nipple to poke through and one hand rested on her darling pink pussy. I was angry, but I couldn't blame him, I knew he wanted her just as badly as I did. There was a note on the pillow next to her, only I would have recognised that it wasn't my handwriting. The sly bastard. We left her in the room and went downstairs to the kitchen. 'You know she's expecting me' I told him. 'It would all be over if she woke to find you there'. 'You owe me' he replied and I knew instantly what he was referring to, 'I want to be there when you do it'. Why was he bringing it up after all this time, why now? Given the gravity of my promise to him I knew I had to say yes. 'Ok' I said finally, 'but she mustn't know that you're there and you can only stay for the checks, when it's time you must leave'. He agreed and I left him there in the kitchen as I took a mug of tea upstairs. She was in the same position. Oh to taste her, to fuck her. Not yet, I had to wait. I sat down beside her and pulled out a feather from the pillow under her head, softly sweeping it across her labia and clit. Her pussy pulsated - my god she was so responsive - and her eyes flickered open as I let the feather fall to the floor. I handed her the cup of tea and told her that it was the way I like it and that she should remember that. I could tell that it wasn't to her taste, but she drank it obediently anyway. It was time, and I told her to follow me without the robe. I heard it drop to the floor and felt her following me downstairs and into the dining room. I lifted her up onto the table and positioned her on all fours; she obediently responded to my touch and spread her legs at the slightest nudge. What instinct she had. I took a deep breath and drank the view, her pussy and arse were just as I expected them to be, perfect. She was such a good girl, she didn't require force or restraints, she was a natural submissive. It had to start now. 'You're shaved', I started, 'I prefer waxed. I think I want you to be mine, but first I need to carry out checks to ensure that you're of the right ...calibre. You will look directly in front of you at all times. You won't like everything that is going to happen to you but it is important that you accept it and don't speak unless you're spoken to'. Right on cue the Chairman entered the room and took a seat by her exposed rear. I picked up a pad of paper and a pen. 'How many men have fucked your cunt?' I asked softly. She answered straight away 'I don't know'. The slut, how could she not know! I took aim and landed a spank directly on her pink pussy leaving a satisfying red mark. She fell forward and my cock stiffened as I saw her vaginal muscles squeezing together. I repeated my question and even though she hesitated her answer was the same. Spank. This time it was the chairman who had landed his hand on her cunt with greater force than I had, I saw his fingers twitching and I knew that he wanted to put them inside her. I shook my head at him and he retracted his hand. 'Are you a virgin?' I asked, 'no she responded'. 'Have you slept with more than ten men?''Yes'. 'Have you slept with more than twenty men?' 'Yes'. 'Have you slept withmore than thirty men?' 'Yes'. 'Have you slept with more than forty men?' 'No'. The chairman grabbed the notepad and wrote 'filthy cock whore'. 'How many men have fucked your arse?' I continued. She stiffened and I could tell that it wasn't a question that she was comfortable with. Come on I willed her, it won't work if you don't submit to me. 'One', she whispered. I knew the answer before I asked the question but I had to make her go through the pain of answering it. 'Did you like it?' Her answer was a resolute but whispered 'no'. Her vulnerability and honesty floored me and I wrote 'no anal' on the notepad but the chairman took it off me and crossed it out. It wouldn't work if she set the parameters of the relationship, he knew it and I knew it. We both left her on the table and went upstairs. 'I need to take a cold shower' he told me and he walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him. I went into my bedroom and sat on my bed taking stock of the situation. Why the fuck did he have to bring it up now? I didn't want to share her. I'd won fair and square. I was so consumed in my own thoughts that I didn't notice when the shower stopped or hear him creep down the stairs. Shit, he'd done it again, how long had he been down there? I quickly but quietly ran down the stairs, she couldn't know that we were both here. Fuck fuck fuck. He'd inserted a speculum in her pussy and was now clumsily trying to insert a butt plug. I pushed him aside and took over, gently touching her waist and kissing the small of her back. This had to be done properly. I softly said 'this is for your own good, relax, for me.' She relaxed and I pushed it in. She was a good girl and I told her so. The chairman picked up his camera and started to take photos. I shot him a filthy look but I knew full well that we'd both enjoy the images. I wrote on the notepad 'you fucking arsehole! Go and make us some dinner and leave me alone with her' and thrust it under his nose. He smiled and left the room. I remained there in silence for half an hour gazing at her with the speculum and butt plug sticking out of her perfect orifices. I pulled my throbbing cock out from my pants and stood directly behind her, stroking my shaft and bringing myself close but not allowing myself to cum. I was reserving my full load to shoot directly into her cunt when we made love after the ritual. If she had turned around at any point the game would have been up, but I knew, I just knew she was obedient. She was staying exactly where she was like a good girl. I put my cock back into my trousers and waited for dinner to arrive. Before long the chairman entered, lasagne, the old dog did know how to cook after all. He handed me a carrot, nice touch. He sat down at her rear and watched me go upto her face and insert it into her mouth. As I returned the chairman handed me the notepad on which he had written 'that was not what I had in mind'. I stifled a chuckle. I sat beside him and we ate together admiring the view. I knew I couldn't stop him as he leant in to breath in the aroma of her pussy. She felt it. A trickle of her juices ran down her inner thigh. We both wanted to lick it off but neither of us broke the spell and we continued eating. When we finished, I motioned for the chairman to leave us alone for a minute and he took the plates back into the kitchen. The next bit was just for me. I walked round to her front and embraced her head and shoulder tenderly against my chest in one arm whilst feeding her with the other. She was so vulnerable and I felt protective over her knowing what was going to happen next. It had to happen; it was for her own good. The Secretary and Finance Director Ch. 02 The thought of what was to come aroused me once again and I felt her gaze directed towards my crotch. What I would do to have her sweet lips lap the precum directly from my cock right now. I just had to be patient. I instructed her to eat the whole carrot including the greenery and like a good girl she ate every last mouthful. The Chairman came back in the room and I joined him back at the foot of the table. He took hold of the speculum, I took the butt plug and in one swift movement we twisted them out leaving behind gaping orifices. 'Beautiful' the Chairman whispered before he could stop himself, we both looked at each other in panic, had she heard? If she had she hadn't reacted to it. This time I handed the Chairman the camera, a sight like this had to be captured for eternity. He picked up the butt plug and pointed to his mouth. The dirty bastard, although I had to admit it was a great idea. I spoke, 'I am not happy that you allowed other men to fuck your cunt and arse'. I walked back over to her head and told her to open her mouth, making sure that she saw what I had in my hand. Her revulsion, acceptance and submission was a killer moment and she executed it perfectly like the natural she was. I leaned in and whispered in her ear so that the Chairman couldn't hear 'you'll need it, when I'm administering your punishment'. I looked down at my notepad and announced the punishment 'forty strokes for forty cocks, if you move you'll get more'. Back beside the chairman we both knew how to handle the situation. We had to make her wait. She couldn't know when it was coming. I loved this part. The Chairman whispered in my ear 'let me have the first one'. I didn't like it but I relented. He landed a spank with considerable force on her right buttock just grazing her pussy. The bastard, she'd never last 39 more with that force. Unable to conceal my anger I commanded her to 'spread your legs further apart. Present yourself to me like you did to all of those cocks you slut'. As she spread her legs I rammed a large dildo into her pussy, jamming it in and out of her with speed and force. I could see it was hurting her but I she didn't move from her position and I didn't stop. The chairman landed another spank on her arse. For fuck sake hadn't he had enough? He kept on spanking her and unable to get rid of him without her noticing I had no option but to let him. Growing increasingly angry I spat out 'how many more cocks are you going to allow inside of you'. Her response floored us both. 'Only yours' she whispered. She thought I was the only other person in the room and so she meant me. The Chairman stormed out of the room and into the kitchen, I followed him and he looked up at me in jealous anger and shouted before stumbling into the rubbish bin and knocking it over. 'I know I can't keep her to myself', I said' but tonight she is mine'. He handed me the bathrobe and I left him standing there. She was where we left her. Naked. Vulnerable. Covered in bruises. I wrapped the robe around her and scooped her into my arms. She'd been crying. 'Look at me' I said gently and as she did I saw what I wanted to see. 'You're mine now' I whispered, and I carried her upstairs to my bedroom. The Secretary and Finance Director Ch. 03 I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was every bit as wonderful as I knew she would be. Obedient, naturally so, a natural. It was in her bones, she instinctively understood and obeyed the rules. Her pussy had smelt sweetly of sex, enticing me in, she had cast a spell over me. How could somebody who had allowed 40 cocks to invade her - correction as of last night 41 cocks - how could somebody as sexual as her be so innocent? I chuckled as I said out loud 'She's an innocent cock thirsty slut.' A beautiful paradox ...a hideous paradox. Her words last night had penetrated my soul and strangulated my heart. This ceased to be a battle of egos a long while back, evolving messily and unpredictably yet naturally and in a strange way beautifully into a battle of hearts. Naked and on all fours on the dining room table with my friend fucking her cunt with a dildo and me spanking her beautiful rear she had no idea that I was there. When my friend asked her how many more cocks she would allow in her and when she responded 'only yours' she broke me. She fucking broke me. It was a physical pain that took hold of my entire body, she'd ripped my heart out and she had no idea that she'd done it. I'd driven straight to the house and paid top dollar for their best prize but I couldn't get hard. It only served to cement in my mind what I already knew. I was intoxicated by her. I was in love with my fucking secretary. I had to have her. *** My pussy woke up before I did. I felt a pulsating tingle as she swelled and enjoyed the sensation of the warmth working its way from my clitoris into the depth of my sex. Somehow I'd always instinctively known how to manipulate my body with my mind in this way and I could bring myself to orgasm without even touching myself. I knew I was lucky and I felt empowered by my secret. I didn't have to open my eyes, I remembered where I was and what had happened last night. Despite knowing that the dull ache in my body, the bruises on my buttocks and pussy were inflicted by him, I felt protected. I was his good little girl. I glanced over at the clock, 6am. I don't know what time it had been when he had orgasmed inside of me, his hot stream hitting my g-spot and sparking an explosion in my own body that spread to the extremities of my limbs and turned me into jelly. It can't have been long between now and when we'd finally melted into one another and fallen into a deep sleep and yet I was wide awake. More awake than I had ever been. I rolled over and kissed the spot where his shoulder blades met before silently slipping out of bed and into the shower. I looked down at my naked body as the water cool and soothing massaged my tingling skin. There was an unmistakable handprint covering my cunt, inner thigh and buttock. I should have been horrified but I felt a deep sense of pride. He'd called me his good little girl. I stepped out of the shower and towled myself off. I left the towel in the bathroom and crept downstairs naked, my waist length hair not quite dry released a drip of water that snaked its way down my back and into the crevice of my buttocks. I went into the kitchen and set about re-setting it to the immaculate state it had been when I had arrived yesterday afternoon before preparing breakfast. As I walked into the dining room and set down the cafetiere and glasses of orange juice, he walked in right on cue wearing a towel around his waist and sat in the same seat that he was seated in yesterday evening when he had inserted the speculum into my cunt. I smiled at the thought and served him his breakfast. 'Good morning', I said 'did you sleep well?' He responded that he had and we ate breakfast together discussing work and politics and life in general. Both of us enjoying the moment and both of us seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was completely naked. 'Right' he said standing up, 'I have to go to work now. It is ok if you arrive in a little bit later today'. 'We need to be discreet at work don't we?' I asked. 'Yes, my darling', he responded kissing my forehead. 'Will we do this again?', I asked suddenly worried that this could be the last time I felt so complete. 'Of course', he said. I didn't want to ask but I was desperate to know, so I whispered 'when?'. 'You'll know,' he answered, 'now be a good girl and see to the washing up'. He then disappeared upstairs to get dressed whilst I followed his instructions and cleared the dishes. I felt sure that he knew he didn't have to ask me to do it, I would have done it instinctively but I enjoyed being told and I guess he knew that as well. He had a talent for entering my space, his space, without my realising. I had just finished drying off the final cup when his body pushed up from me behind and he embraced me. My hands were still holding on to the cup and tea towel but I embraced him with my back, my shoulder blades, my buttocks, my thighs and we stood there looking out of the window soaking each other in. 'See you later', he said slowly unlocking the embrace. He kissed my mouth and was gone. I dressed, made one last check that the house was absolutely immaculate and then left myself. It wasn't until I was sat on the train that I realised. I had washed up two plates. He was the only one who ate last night. Unable to assimilate the information into anything cohesive I pushed it aside and went into work. He didn't give me any signs that day or the following day. We had a brief interaction when in a fit of rage after an altercation with Mr Steamed Salmon I burst into his office and relayed my immature frustrations about my 'idiot' boss. He beckoned me over to his desk and cajoled me in his soft voice whilst he slipped his hands underneath my dress and gently flicked my clit. 'Go easy on him,' he said, 'he's going through a very tough time at the moment'. I was confused. The Finance Director was being nice and understanding about the man who had shown him no mercy at the last Board meeting, ripping into him for a full six hours. How could he be so forgiving? His empathy made me want him even more. He had built up the pace and my body started to flush and tremor as I felt it getting close. 'Cum for me now', he demanded. And I did. Thursday morning I got my sign. A note on my desk. 'Tonight,' it said 'stay late, wait for me on the board room table assuming the same position that you did on Monday. Same rules as before, make sure you face away from the door. You can move from your position once the office lights flicker three times, not before'. Patience is a virtue. I am not virtuous in that respect and the ten hour wait was painfully slow. Finally, finally, at 7pm when the last of the annoyingly diligent workers had left and I was sure that I was on my own I entered the board room, took off my clothes and knelt on all fours with my anus and cunt fully exposed and ready for when he entered the room. Five minutes passed and then he entered. I have never enjoyed having my pussy licked by a man. It has always felt rigid to me, a combination of the man feeling obliged to do so followed by a sense that I was against the clock, the faster I came the harder their ego would be stroked. As such I could never relax and would either fake orgasm or try and lure them away with other treats. He was different. There was no stroking of egos here. I don't even think he was doing it for my pleasure. He ate me as if he was hungry for my cunt and nothing else. It was passionate and it was primal and my orgasm was overwhelmingly powerful and enhanced mid-way with the forcible introduction of his stiff throbbing cock into my pulsating hungry cunt. If him licking my cunt was primal then he fucked me like a complete savage. It wasn't pretty lovemaking, it was messy, loud, sweaty, ugly, disgusting sex. He fucked me from behind with every inch of his being, grunting with every thrust, spreading my arse cheeks wide so that he could fill me completely. I pushed back on him, forcing him even further into me, this was not me trying to please my master, this was pure selfish hunger. I was a cock hungry whore desperate for every last inch of him. He fucked me and I fucked him, with increasing speed and increasing desperation until in one powerful earth shattering crescendo he jetted his seed deep into the heart of me and we screamed together long and deep and primally in ecstasy. Out of breath, winded, we held our position. Sweat dripping from his chest, my arse, his balls, my cunt, our thighs, our hair. His cock still pumping inside me like he had just cum for the first time in his life. Panting, sticking to each other, we held our position still, neither one of us wanting to end the moment. Holding the position. Holding the position. When he finally pulled out, I felt his cum seeping out of my cunt. I wished that I could see what it looked like from behind. I wished I could have seen in magnified detail the final act of our filthy performance. I was shaking still, he was shaking. My god, together we were amazing. I didn't hear him leave but I saw the office lights flash three times and I slowly bought myself to a seated position suddenly remembering where I was. Fucking hell, I'd just been fucked to heaven on the board room table. Less than two weeks ago we'd all been seated at this very table in the monthly board meeting. Less than two weeks ago I started to notice him for the first time. Fuck. Fuck! I had no idea what it was that was taking hold of me, but I wanted more, I wanted it all. I looked around and saw a piece of paper on the table with me that hadn't been there before. I picked it up. I read it. I read it again. Realisation, shock, disgust, surprise. None of this mattered. My body was still shaking from the intensity of what had just happened. It had to happen again or I would die. I read the piece of paper again. '42' it said. It wasn't his handwriting, it looked like ...no?!?!? I ran through the office ignoring my nakedness, ignoring the combined juices of our act running down my thighs. I reached the window just in time to see his car pull out and speed off. I knew at that moment who had just fucked me. The chairman. Mr Steamed Salmon had just given me the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. No! Yes! Fuck! I was frozen to the spot. I couldn't believe what had just happened. How could he do that? Shit. My head was telling me that it was all wrong, it was all out of hand, it was bad, evil. But my body was alive. I felt so alive. The first 40 cocks had been forgettable. The 41st and 42nd had changed my view on sex and life altogether. Give in to it. I told myself. 'Give in to it' I said out loud and I reached down to my cunt and bought my finger covered with his cum and my juices to my mouth. I tasted sex, perfect sex. And then I felt guilt ...the Finance Director. I pulled on my dress over my head and tried to straighten myself up. It was no use, I looked like somebody who had just been fucked. After a fuck like that there was no way I could look any other way. I locked up the office, went to the train station and got on the train. An hour and a half later I was outside his house again. This time I rang the bell knowing that it would be answered, and it was. I saw in his face, he knew already. I also saw that it didn't matter to him. Relieved. Confused. I reminded myself 'give in to it'. 'Hello darling', he said in his beautiful soft voice. He kissed me on the forehead and he led me upstairs into his bathroom where he bathed me and washed my hair. I sat on the bed with him behind me brushing my long brown hair tenderly. I felt protected. I felt whole. He lay me down and wrapped himself behind me, holding me, protecting me. 'You're too special for me to keep to myself' he said. 'I don't understand', I replied 'how did you know?' And then I felt it. I knew. I knew what question to ask. 'What was his wife like?' He paused through longing for her rather than not knowing how to answer. 'She is an angel', he said. 'And you love her?' I asked. 'Yes I do', he replied softly '...and I love you too'. He loved me, and I loved him, and he loved the Chairman's wife and I'd just had amazing sex with the Chairman. If there weren't such strong emotions tied up with it, it would be funny as hell. I didn't understand the situation but I understood him and I felt happy. Deeply happy. 'Give into it' I said again out loud, he hugged me closer and we both fell into a deep sleep. Friday. The last day of the working week. 'I am not going to work today but I will drive you to the station', the Finance Director said to me as we woke, 'talk to him'. He dressed me as if I were still a little girl and we drove in comfortable silence to the station. 'Thank you', I said as we parted. Covering a whole range of different things to be grateful to him for in one fell swoop. I was the first in and I walked straight into the Chairman's office and sat on his chair waiting for him. Was he shocked when he walked in to see me there? No, I don't think he was shocked at all, he knew that I knew. He looked slightly panicked and hesitated before deciding to go with his usual boring arsehole boss routine. I cut him short. In my dulcet yet assertive voice I said 'you will wait for me here after work and I will deal with you then'. The surprise on his face revealed that he wasn't expecting that. 'Now go and make me a cup of tea', I continued 'I take it white no sugar and for god sake let it brew properly.' I went over to my own desk and started my tasks for the day. The office was almost full when the Chairman stumbled over to my desk with my tea in his favourite mug. Nice touch. All eyes were on him as he placed it down on the desk whilst I ignored him and enjoyed the little ritual, somebody on one of the desks across from me stifled a giggle. By 5pm they'd all gone home, it was a Friday and they had exciting lives to lead no doubt. None more exciting than what had happened to me in the last two weeks though. I walked into his office and he was seated at his desk, trying to look stern and all powerful. 'You're in my chair', I said. And he did it, he got up for me to sit down. I was in control. I sat down and he stood there twiddling his thumbs not knowing what he was going to do. 'Did you think you would get away with it?' I asked harshly. The hairs were starting to prick up all over my body, my god I was enjoying being in control. He was frozen to the spot, staring at me. 'Take off your shoe' I commanded. He remained where he was. I could see his mind whirring, not quite knowing what was happening. Heck I didn't know what was happening, but sticking with my mantra of the last two weeks 'give in to it' I continued. 'I said take off your fucking shoe.' He took off his shoe. I motioned for him to come over to me and grabbed the shoe from him when he did. 'Now across my lap' I directed. It must have been quite a site, a fully grown slightly over weight man in his early fifties bent across the lap of a slim thirty year old woman. Even ridiculous. But he did it and I landed the shoe with force I didn't know I had right across his buttocks. *** I blinked. Was this happening to me? I'm the Dominant not her. She was so obedient on the night she presented herself to the Finance Director, so sweet, so obliging. Smack. Shit, that really hurt. What the fuck was going on. Smack smack smack. 'answer my fucking question' she shouted at me. What question? I hadn't heard her ask me a question. Smack. Oh fuck, ow. 'I asked you to tell me exactly what you had done to me since Monday evening' she growled. Fuck, how did she know about Monday? Smack smack. Shit. And then as she beat me I told her, everything. I told her how I had arrived at the house minutes before she had and had written a note for her in the Finance Director's writing and left it with a dressing gown on his bed. I told her that I had watched her soak in the bath and had stood in the doorway with my cock out touching myself. I told her that I had watched her fall asleep and had opened her dressing gown and kissed her beautiful pink pussy as she slept. I told her that I had made the Finance Director agree to let me partake in the ritual. I told her that it was me who had inserted the speculum and had inhaled the scent of her invaded cunt. I told her that she had broken my heart when she told the Finance Director that his would be the last cock to enter her. I told her how I had tricked her in to allowing me to fuck her on the board room table. And then I was crying. Fuck. But I was hard, so hard, I was turned on and she felt it. 'Pathetic' she spat. 'All you can think about is your pathetic cock'. She pushed me off her lap and I knelt on the floor infront of her. She spread her legs wide, my god she wasn't wearing any panties, I could see deep into her wet cunt. It was wet, she was turned on too. 'Drop your pants' she demanded. 'Thank you' I stuttered as I obeyed her orders and crawled before her. 'I didn't say I would allow you to fuck me', she snarled. 'Wank'. Oh shit, this was humiliating, but I was so turned on and I needed release. 'Kneel in front of me and wank' she shouted stretching her legs wider apart. I had to. I needed release. I knelt there and looked at her sitting back in my chair in my office with her legs so wide apart that I could see deep inside of her. 'Oh shit shit shit!' Cum spurt out of my throbbing cock and I was released, I was free ...and I was weeping. Bawling like a baby. She softened and pulled the chair up close to me resting my head in her lap and stroking my hair tenderly. 'You want her back don't you?' she asked softly. 'Yes I do' I answered. 'Then we'll get her back' she said.