2 comments/ 33919 views/ 7 favorites My New Secretary Ch. 01 By: johnnyfresh For the last year, the highlight of my day always came at 4:45 pm. That was when I turned my daily report over to Kate, the secretary of the Big Boss. Mmm Kate. Darling, radiant, succulent, sweet Kate. She was fresh out of college, tall and almost thin, with long legs, and a glorious ass which absolutley POPPED out from beneath her tight business skirts, and defied you not to stare at it. She had dark blond hair, blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin that seemed to glow from within. Her face was beautiful, but not in the way of a model, or even a stripper. It had a frank, almost haughty look, that seemed to say, "Yes, I know, I am a real piece of ass. Go ahead and look, I like that. Gaze on what you cannot have!" So anyway, Kate used to work all day with the Big Boss, who was ancient and nap-prone. I suspect she was disappointed that he was unable to appreciate all of her assets properly. So when the Young Hot Shot (that would be me) came with the daily report, she was ready for some attention. And she knew she would get it. A typical encounter might go like this: "Hello, Johnny!" She, brightens, and rises from her desk. She is looking fine, of course, and smiling broadly. She is wearing a thin white blouse. I have a peripheral sense that her tits are filling it out nicely, although I'm trying not to stare. "Hello, Kate." Got to check out those tits. "Do you have something for me?" My eyes are pointing at her face, but trying somehow to focus on her chest. Is that a nipple? "Yes, I have something for you, Kate." Ok, fuck it, I'm just going to check them out. I briefly drop my glance, which I'm sure she notices, and I am sweetly rewarded. Her tits are pressed against the fabric, and goddamit if that is not a nipple poking out at me. FUCK! "Oh good. I've been waiting for it ALL DAY." I am forcing myself not to look down again. She is holding her hands behind her back, and shifting her weight from foot to foot. It almost looks like she's pushing her chest out on purpose. "Well. Um. You know I don't like to disappoint you Kate." Flirting like this doesn't really come naturally to me. "Oh, you NEVER disappoint me Johnny." On the edge of my field of vision, her nipple is taunting me. It is really hard to carry on a conversation like this. "Um, great. Great." Now there is a pause. I am feeling like an awkward teenager. My cheeks are flushed. She seems very pleased with the situation. The pause gets longer, and more awkward. But I am being a good professional, and somehow not staring at that nipple. Finally she asks, "Johnny?" "Yes?" "Are you forgetting something?" "What?" "Aren't you going to... you know... give it to me?" She said this in a joke-sexy voice, which was in fact incredibly sexy for real. "Oh right", I laughed. "There you go!" "Mmmm, thank you Johnny." "Ok, you're welcome!" Big stupid grin on my face. "See ya!" "Bye bye Johnny." I walk briskly out the door, and hope that none of my co-workers see how red my face is... Of course I knew that none of it meant anything. She was living with her boyfriend, and I was married with kids. I suspected that part of the reason she was being so brazen was that she knew there would be no consequences. Anyway, that was the routine, until the day Big Boss retired. Next in line was... Young Hot Shot! Me! My salary was going to double! I was going to be the Man In Charge! Life was great. And then it occured to me... Kate was going to be MY secretary. Of course, part of my brain (the reptile part) was thrilled. But I was on the whole very nervous about the arrangement. It was one thing to flirt for 45 seconds a day, but as the new Big Boss, I was going to have real responsibilities. I couldn't walk around with a hard-on all day long. She was going to have to change her behavior if this was going to work out. But I told myself that she was smart and capable, and that she would surely tone it down. I got there early on the first morning, and was setting up my stuff when she came in to my office to greet me. I was pleased to see that she indeed looked and sounded perfectly professional. "I am really looking forward to working more closely with you", she said. "Yeah I know, I am too Kate." Still with the flushed cheeks and the big grin. Some habits are hard to break. "I'll leave you to get set up, Johnny." Hmm. Something about that phrase sounded funny. As she turned to leave I stopped her. "Look Kate... This might seem a little weird but..." "Yes... Johnny?" "Well, I don't think you should call me Johnny anymore, now that I'm the boss. It might look a little weird to the other employees." This seemed to surprise her. She seemed to consider something. Then, oddly, a huge smile crossed her lips. Some of the professionalism seemed to drop away. Her voice became lower: "Whatever you say..." She turned away and walked to the door, and for some reason I could not help staring openly at her ass. But at the last moment she wheeled around and caught me staring, and then her voice became very breathy: "... sir". My New Secretary Ch. 02 I did not have time to dwell... My promotion to Big Boss was sure to have stirred up a lot of resentment. I was 33 years old, and had been chosen ahead of a lot of people who were more senior. I clearly had a lot to prove. The next afternoon I was scheduled to make a presentation to all the other department heads, and it was critical to make a good first impression. I sat at my new desk, started up Power Point, and got to work. I got a few hours solid work in, when I realized I was going to need some sales data from Kate. I phoned her what I wanted, and a scant 10 minutes later, she came in with all the relevant documents, neatly organized. I realized my worries about her were unfounded. She was going to make my life a lot easier. "Thanks very much Kate, that is wonderful work." "Thank you, sir" she beamed. And then, strangely, she remained standing there, without saying anything more, just looking at me intently, with a barely suppressed smile. "Is there something else, Kate?" "No sir... it's just... never mind." She actually giggled a bit, and her face now wore a dazzling smile. However dazzling she was, I was not in the mood for giggles. "Please, tell me." "It's just that you look so... cute! Sitting at that desk and acting so *serious*." "Excuse me?" "Sorry, sorry. I know. You're the BOSS now. And I am your hot secretary, right? I just LOVE this!" I tried to level my voice. "You need to understand something Kate. I AM the boss now. And you ARE my assistant. And I DO have a presentation tomorrow. And you WILL behave in a professional manner around me. Ok?" There was still a hint of a smile on her lips: "Got it, sir. I love it when you are so... serious." A pause, as I frowned at her. She said, "Ok, I'll leave you to your important work...", and she turned and walked away a step. Then she stopped, with her back to me. She had a pen in her hand... Still facing away from me she held it up over her shoulder, so I could see it... she held it there for a couple of seconds... (What is she DOING??, I wonder)... and then, with an exaggerated hand motion, she dropped the pen on the floor. Then she turned her head back to me, and said, "Oh sir! I'm so sorry! Your hot SECRETARY just dropped her PEN on the floor! I am just such a klutz sometimes!" A pause. Then, "You want me to... pick it up. Don't you sir." Then she turned her head back away from me, spread her legs slightly apart, and slowly... slowly... started to bend down. From the waist. Of course, I was beyond speaking at this point. She was wearing a black business skirt. It was nothing scandalous-- it came down to a little above her bare knees, and was a little tight, but perfectly professional. Still, as she started to bend over, the fabric pulled tighter and tighter against her glorious ass, and then hem of her skirt rose inch by inch. I was enraptured by the sight of those soft thighs revealing themselves to me... Not four feet from where I stood... I could see a few wispy blond hairs... she bent lower and lower... a soft blond fuzz appeared on her inner thighs.... my cock now pressing uncomfortably against my suit pants... all that tanned, just ever-so-slightly plump, luxurious Kate-flesh... that ripe ass pointing proudly in the air... She had bent all the way over now, and was just casually letting her ass sway in front of me. "I'm so sorry sir, I don't know how I could be so clumsy." But not making any move to pick up the pen. It occurred to me that I could pull off my pants, flip up her skirt, rip down her panties, and be fucking her within 5 seconds. But of course, I wasn't going to do that. Even if I wanted to, I was frozen in place. "Ever since I can remember I've been clumsy... " She kept up an inane chatter, and gradually spread her legs wider apart, revealing even more thigh. I was hardly breathing. This must have lasted for a minute. I kept staring, lusting. Waiting for the panty shot, which was moments away. Finally I saw a hint of something dark -- was it panties? bush? cunt? And she grabbed the pen and stood up! "Bye sir!" she said, without looking back, and strode out of my office. My New Secretary Ch. 03-04 After this "show", I found myself sitting in my chair, with a hardon that refused to go down. The image of that ass was seared onto my retina. I tried looking at my computer screen, but still saw ass. I started rubbing myself through my slacks, imagining I was fucking Kate from behind. Imagining the feel of my dick sliding into her for the first time... rubbing harder... I was losing control. I stood up, and literally banged my head with my hand. I took deep breaths. I thought about real estate. Slowly, my erection started to subside. I remembered all the work I had to do. Fuck! It was so hard to concentrate. One thing was becoming clear: I could not work like this. There was only one thing to do. If Kate insisted on acting this way... I was going to have to fire her. The rest of the day passed quietly, and I came home to my family. But I could not get the Kate-situation out of my mind. The more I thought about it that night, the angrier I became. " How DARE she? It's all a game to her, but it's MY CAREER! She has no idea what kind of stress I'm under. She thinks it's so funny.... I should just go ahead and fuck her. Ha! That's the last thing she expects. Just pound it into her. Wipe that teasing smile off her face. Fuck!" My wife fell asleep early (as usual), and I stayed up stewing. And jerking off. ---- The next morning, I came to work full of energy and purpose. I was going to finish preparing a kick-ass presentation, and I was going to lay down the law to Kate. So first thing, I called her into my office. The moment she walked through the door, those plans were forgotten. I knew that I would be getting no work done. She was wearing the tightest, the shortest, the SLUTTIEST skirt I had ever seen in an office. It came-- perhaps-- to mid thigh, and it was stretched around her ass cheeks like an ace bandage. The simple act of walking made it ride up her thighs, until they were just barely concealing her panties. (Was she wearing panties??) And of course all of that luxurious leg flesh was propped up unsteadily on a slutty pair of high heels. Had anyone else seen her? If so, there would be a LOT of talk. At least her blazer was conservative. I asked her to sit down, and indicated a chair opposite my desk. I wasn't sure how to begin, so I started with work stuff-- all the data and equipment that I needed for the presentation, info I would need on the division heads who were going to be there, etc. She took careful notes and asked sharp questions. When I was done with my requests, I paused, as I tried to think of the best way to broach the other topic. I looked her in the eye, and started to speak several times, without actually speaking. As I became more ill at ease, a broad smile appeared on Kate's face. Finally, she said, "Wait a second, sir. Sorry, do you mind? It's just that the old boss liked to keep it so hot in here, and no one has changed the thermostat yet..." Then she unbuttoned her blazer... revealing... FUCK ... the tightest, the lowest cut, the SLUTTIEST *top* I have ever seen in an office, or perhaps in any public place. Listen to me, reader. Her tits looked so... fucking... good. They were big, I mean really big, plump, golden... smashed together, and straining so hard to be loose. They were... just... UNHHH! I was blushing again. This was not the plan. "Listen Kate.." She put the blazer on her chair, and stood in front of my desk. "Oooh, wait. I just wanted to tell YOU something. Sir." Then she giggled. "Sorry, I just love that sir thing. Anyway.. " She dropped her voice, and leaned over the desk. Her tits were RIGHT THERE. On display. On display for ME. And yes, I stared. "Look," she said in a cool, low, sexy voice, "you know Steve and I.... well last night we played a game..." I got a panicky feeling. Where was she going with this? "We played boss and secretary." I winced at her. This seemed to make her more bold. "Oh my God, Johnny. It was so fucking hot. We have a desk at home... Kind of like this one... And he sat behind it... like you are. And we pretended that he couldn't fuck me...." Pause. Hearing her say the word "fuck" sent a jolt through me. Blood pounding again in my head and cock. "Because it would be *unprofessional*." She was breathing fast too, making those tits swell and fall. Swell and fall. Sweet Jesus. "... And because he was *married*." Unhh. Unnnhh. I wanted to fuck her so badly, I felt like I was in physical pain. "But, then I started teasing him... did you know I can be a tease?" She slowly started to walk around to my side of the desk. "I told him how I wanted his cock in my mouth." God. Hearing those filthy words come out of her mouth. She was coming toward me, looking me straight in the eye. I pushed my chair back, to get away, but was stopped by the wall. She had me cornered. "How I wanted to... suck all the cum out of his cock. Oh god, I'm terrible for telling you this, aren't I? " Her gaze dropped to my crotch. My hard-on was obscene. She walked up to my chair, and stood straddling my lap, without touching anything. Her tits were INCHES from my face. JESUS! "How badly I wanted to FUCK my BOSS." I started rubbing my cock through my slacks. She hadn't touched me, but I was seriously close to cumming. "I was like 'FUCK ME SIR', 'FUCK ME', 'OHMYGOD I need your cock so fucking bad'...." She threw back her head and did a little comic mock moan, and trailed her finger across her breast. She gyrated her hips up and down, still without touching me. I was holding my breath. My cock straining, twitching. Desperate to grind into her cunt. Time seemed to stop. Tits filling my field of vision, Kate's slutty moans filling my ears. I don't know how this lasted, until she said... "... And after a while... he just couldn't take it. He ripped my skirt off, and just started fucking me right there on his desk..." I slowly allowed my head to lean forward, into her tits. I had stopped thinking. I was just experiencing. My lips puckered, poised to taste that succulent flesh... But at the last possible instant, she stepped back. "Isn't that funny? I just thought it was funny. You know, because you're really my boss, and you really do have this desk, and you're really married, and everything." Then she picked up her coat and walked out of the room. ----- She left me in a terrible state. I rubbed myself to within inches of cumming, but there was no way I could let myself actually cum in my office. Gradually, it came back to me what I had meant to say to her. I looked at the tent-pole in my slacks, and the anger I felt the night before washed over me again. I stifled the urge to scream. Slowly my breathing returned to normal. Slowly (very slowly) my erection started to subside. My balls continued to ache, but my mind became cold and clear. And that is when I had a revelation. Before continuing, I should clarify a few things about myself. You have probably gotten the impression that I am a very nice guy. And I do come across that way to most people. I am almost always cheerful, polite, considerate, etc. But I HAVE advanced to a very high position in a very short period of time. And I did not do it by being nice. I have the ability to size up any obstacle that I face, and coldly consider what has to be done to remove it. And then I do it. It does not matter who I step on. Whatever it takes, I will do it. And I knew what I had to do now. I had to show that bitch who was boss. --- I decided to get myself under control before acting. I still had that fucking presentation to prepare for, and I channeled my rage into that. Kate had elected to pretend like nothing happened. I wasn't surprised. I reasoned that it was all part of her little game. All part of being a slutty, cock-teasing little bitch. She had her blazer back on, and she gave me the reports I had asked for. In fact, they were fantastic reports. Of course they were. Finally, at the end of the day, when the presentation was in pretty good shape, I called Kate into my office. She stood before my desk, and said "Yes,sir?" "Kate, we need to talk." "Were my reports ok?" "Your reports were fine Kate, you know that." "Well then... what else happened today? I mean, nothing else right?" Here her voice dropped, and became breathier. She was slipping into teasing mode. " I'm trying to remember. I mean, I remember I came into your office, and we talked about the reports... and then what happened... I'm trying to remember.... Oh, I guess I took off my blazer, and I..." "Shut the fuck up Kate. I'm talking." This took her by surprise. I suppose it sounded very out of character. But she kept up the tease. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. But I'm just trying my best to remember. I guess I walked around your desk, and..." I interrupted her again, standing up to my full height, and saying, in a voice which was powerful but level: "I SAID shut the FUCK up... BITCH." Now her teasing voice was gone. Her new voice was a little bit wobbly. "Hey... what's wrong with you... you know I was just having some fun... I mean it's not like..." "KATE," I stopped her. "SHUT... THE... FUCK... UP." My blood was boiling now, but I steeled my anger. My eyes narrowed, and my voice took on an undercurrent of menace. "For the remainder of this meeting, you will not speak unless explicitly given permission. You may only nod or shake your head. Do you understand? " Her face had turned pale, and she seemed uncertain what was happening, and what to do. She glanced back to the door, apparently considering whether to leave. But still she stood rooted to the floor. "I said DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She seemed to resign herself to staying, and gave me a slow nod. She looked uncomfortable and fearful. "Now listen to me you little cunt. I am under a lot of stress. I have a lot of work to do. And I cannot have you parading your slutty ass around my office like you were a ten dollar whore. It is unprofessional. Do you understand?" She started to say something, but stopped herself. Another slow nod. "I am not sure that you do. In order to really understand, you must know that there are consequences. Now, Kate. Place your palms on my desk." She gave me an incredulous look. It was possible that I had overplayed my hand. "Kate, I am not playing games. You will not be harmed. But you must place your palms on my desk, now." She did nothing for a couple of seconds, and I knew the whole venture was in jeopardy. It was entirely possible that she would walk out of the door and accuse me of sexual harrassment. She looked back at the door. I continued to glare at her. Finally, she took a tentative steps forward. At that moment my doubts vanished. She would do as she was told. I would make her do as she was told. She placed her palms on the desk. As she watched intently, I slowly removed my belt. Then I walked around to her side of the desk, right behind her. I reached down between her legs to the hem of her skirt, taking care not to touch any of her flesh. As I started to ease the tight skirt over the hump of her ass, she let out a little gasp. As it slid up, I saw that my suspicions were true. She wore no panties. My cock was once again aching for her, and I wanted nothing more than to drop my pants and fuck her violently from behind. But this was not the time for that, and I forced myself not to touch. "Now Kate, please take two steps back, keeping your palms on the table." She did so, making her ass rise into the air. Her pussy was now exposed to me. The lips glowed a lurid pink, and were glistening with drops of slickness. Her face was staring straight down at the desk, and she had started to pant audibly. But when she spoke, she sounded near tears. "Please sir, don't hurt me." "Shut up, you little slut! Did I say that you could talk?" She shook her head. "Look at that slutty little cunt of yours. It is wet, Kate. Your cunt is wet. It wants to be filled up with cock. And you bring that little cunt into my office? With no panties on? Expecting what?" She said nothing. "You may speak, Kate. Tell me what you were expecting." "I... I don't know sir." She was weeping now. But still panting too. "Did you want to get fucked? Did you want me to fuck you? Did you want your boss's big cock inside you, Kate? Are you that much of a slut?" "No sir", she whimpered. "I was just playing. I would never cheat on Steve. And I knew you would never cheat on your wife. I was just PLAYING!" She was really crying now. "How do you know what I would never do? How well do you know me Kate? You have no idea what I am capable of." I was pacing back and forth, working up my anger. "And how well do you know yourself Kate? If you do not want to get fucked, why is your pussy wet? WHY KATE? " No response. "TELL ME WHY YOUR PUSSY IS WET!" Another whimper. "I don't know sir!" "Relax Kate. I am not going to fuck you. Much as you would like that. Instead I am going to show you what will happen if you ever act like a slut in this office again." I put my belt next to her on the desk. "Look at my belt Kate." I picked it up, and ran the tip of it across her cheek. "Feel it, Kate. It's a good belt. Made of very fine leather..." I walked back behind her. "... very supple leather..." And with the tip I very lightly traced along the curve of her ass. At the touch she moaned loudly, through her tears. "Now, make no mistake Kate. If you ever act in an unprofessional manner again. There will be CONSEQUENCES." I whipped the belt down with all my strength, not aiming for her ass, but hitting the desk about a foot from her head. It made an impressively loud "crack!" "Do I MAKE MYSELF" Another loud whip. "PERFECTLY" (WHIP!) "CLEAR!" (WHIP!!!!) Kate nodded her head. She was now sobbing uncontrollably. Her thighs were covered in wetness. "Good. Now go to the ladies room and clean yourself up. You're a fucking mess. I'm going home." I strode out of the room. On my way out the door I looked over my shoulder, and saw that Kate had not moved. She remained, weeping, with her face on the desk.