0 comments/ 86568 views/ 13 favorites Secretary Taught a Lesson Ch. 01 By: rachel24 Please read my elevator story first before commencing, to understand people, places and descriptions. My sincere apologies if this is a somewhat tedious task, but it will help a little. * The following Tuesday morning, 7.30 am. Oh how I dreaded that alarm clock in the morning, the constant buzzing whizzed through my ears and Marcus, my boyfriend, barely moved an inch even though thirty five or so unwanted decibels were bellowing out. I pulled the quilt back looking at my lily white skin contrasting with our flowery quilt and pink sheets, I climbed unwillingly out of our king size divan. I covered Marcus with the quilt as it was his day off and took a quick look in the mirror at my tiny frame, what a mess! I must eat more I thought, much more! I looked down at my body thinking why am I not perfect, why have I tiny boobs, why are my arms so skinny, why are my teeth crooked? A smile came to my face though when I saw that protruding mound in my panties where my thick bush was hidden and that thin landing strip was totally visible leading up to my navel. I loved the way my shapely pussy would show through all my ultra tight low cut jeans, where the denim material would cut up into me revealing that deep crevice between my thighs, my thick lips bulging with my dark curly pubes, the lovely sexy shape of them. I loved the feeling when guys would fix there eyes down there as I walked past them in the street, knowing they could see the perfect outline of my bulging snatch. What increased my desire was if they were arm in arm with their forlorn girlfriends or wives. Wow, that made me horny! There were actually a few things I liked about my body I thought. My long legs, my rounded hips, my ultra tight waist and my silky flat belly. Come to think of it I guess all girls and guys liked and disliked many things on their bodies. This Tuesday morning I had the misfortune of having Hector taking me to work thanks to my boss who insisted as my car was being serviced and Hector living only fifteen minutes from me was the logical solution, being the subway would take almost an hour due to engineering works. Hector was a grossly impertinent man who was disliked at work by the majority of employees, his attitude was so annoying at times. He managed the accounts section for three sister companies covering 4 floors of the building. He was married and around 40, over six feet in height, always wore silk suits and thought he was gods gift to the female! Which I might add he was not. There was something about him though that always started my dignity twitching on occasion. I dragged my limp body to the kitchen, still in my white transparent undersized lace hipster panties just about hanging on my petite yet peachy ass, even if I say so myself! I always wore those to bed, I just disliked wearing the same underwear out and then to sleep in, don't ask me why, I just don't know. Oh and tiny white and pale blue ankle socks, yes, I know, how sad a girl who wore socks to bed. Did I really care? No. I whisked some milk up and gently added vanilla powder to make a delicious shake, a girl needs her vitamins. I looked at the kitchen, what a mess! My red patterned dress and my beige 20 denier pantyhose were all screwed up on the blemished light brown floor tiles adjacent to the stove. Also on the floor was the red silk thong, all three were the remains from the night before, a result of a one in million occasion where Marcus surprised me by just taking me and having his selfish wicked way with me with his tongue, without I may add, fucking me senseless afterwards to totally satisfy my desperate sexual needs. I should have guessed that he wouldn't have slipped his inadequate cock in me for the first time in weeks, in retrospect I should have also thought myself lucky to even have had him flicking my wanting clit with his lizard like tongue. The only benefit being he actually managed to bring me off with this slithering mouthpiece while I was on all fours facing the small plasma watching a repeat of the baseball. I did actually hear him relieve himself simultaneously with his hand with no intention of feeding my starving slit with his manhood. Typical! Marcus is thoughtful and loving though so I must not complain, relationships are not all about the bedroom. I gulped my shake down and looked in on Marcus, he was sound asleep, I wandered across our huge lounge and pulled the curtains back, the piercing light from the morning sun pelted my eyes so much I just squeezed them tight for a moment, still seeing the delayed images from the second before. On opening again I looked out to see Jasper, our docile inhabitant from next door leaning into his car hood, he was around 35 years old, aesthetically very pleasant and sporting a plump face with the most ugly of beards. He had a very pretty and doting wife, Rebecca, of thirty one, whom I socialized with on occasion. I was just about to turn when I saw him look up in astonishment at me, there I was in my panties and socks, not that he could see my socks due to the height of our window ledge. He had full view of my panties though and with the sun bouncing off my skinny white freckled body his eyes were fixed upon my exposed flesh. My tiny pert boobs were on full show and although barely visible to the naked eye they sported my dark rather large nipples which were poignantly visible to any eye. I put my arms high and straight above my head and yawned pretending not to notice him, stretching my slim frame so much that my panties were helplessly drawn downwards enough to expose the dark curls of my girly garden. I lingered there for a few moments loving the fact that I was being ogled at by this married man knowing that his eyes were darting all over my body from my tiny boobs right down to my transparent white panties. My pussy instantaneously became damp. What a slut I thought, a teasing stupid little slut! I glanced back out of the window and saw the gullible Jasper with his mouth half open glaring in my direction, he immediately dropped his head in what it seemed was shame or total embarrassment and carried on looking under the hood of his vehicle. I smiled to myself hoping he would remember me later in his thoughts when he dipped into his wife's panties with my image etched in his mind whilst looking at the ceiling pounding her probable shaved pussy shamelessly. What a horny thought! God I was a tease, but I loved it! Who cares! I then moved swiftly out of view thinking back to reality. Oh my god! He saw me, my see through panties, my boobs, he lives next door, what was I doing? I gathered my immoral thoughts and whizzed off to the kitchen. I was just looking for cereals when the doorbell rang. I quickly ran through to the bedroom and slipped on a little white top and returned to the front door, where I looked through our spy glass to see who our visitor was. It was Jasper! Oh hell I thought, what shall I do? I was standing there in my white lace panties, a tiny yellow top and stupid little socks. Oh its only silly Jasper I thought and he had just seen me nearly naked so I thought I would quickly pull the door ajar a little to see what he wanted at such an early hour. "Oh hello Rachel, I'm sorry to bother you but our telephone is out of order and my car is troublesome, would it be at all possible if I could use your telephone to call the garage?" He asked very politely in a pleasant soft voice. As if he never had a cell phone I thought! "Sure Jasper, come right in, its through there in the kitchen by the refrigerator." I said as I opened the door, knowing I was not exactly dressed for visitors, but did I really care? He was on the telephone for 5 minutes or so and was genuinely talking about his vehicle. I stood at the other end of the kitchen looking for my cereals again. "Thank you very much Rachel for that, evidently they been inundated with calls this morning regarding breakdown for some strange reason and will be with me within the hour." he said as he stared at me standing there looking in the cupboard above our stove in my white panties which had ridden right up my ass and my stupid bed socks. Oh hell I thought, what do I look like? "Ok Jasper, you are most welcome." I replied without looking at him. I carried on searching for my breakfast and there was total silence, I kept my eyes in the cupboard and briefly looked down on the floor noticing all my clothes, my red dress, soiled red thong and pantyhose! What must he have thought, he must have noticed my intimate belongings down there. "Where is the charming Marcus this morning?" he hesitantly asked. "Oh he's still asleep, he has a day of pleasure today, but I have to work still." I replied looking over at him this time, his eyes were fixed on my ass, either that or he had a fixation for stoves I thought! I was feeling unusually stuck for words and I actually loved the fact he was this close to me with a full view of my ass and him knowing what the panties would reveal if I turned to face him. My dark bush glowing straight through them! "Do you want coffee Jasper? I am just about to make some." I said the first thing that entered my head. "Yes, yes please Rachel." he replied in a millisecond! "Please excuse all my dirty clothes everywhere, they should be in the laundry basket." "That's ok, I think they would look better on you than down there though if you don't mind me saying, better on you than on Rebecca even." he cheekily said. I started to feel frisky at the thought of this docile character in our kitchen, his doting wife yards away. I leaned over our clothes washer purposely knowing my panties would pull tight up between my legs and hug my now damp pussy lips. Something came over me I don't know what but I was feeling really daring, with Marcus just one room away and Jasper's wife probably wondering where he disappeared to. Jasper said nothing but I knew he was standing there in our kitchen in his scruffy denims and green sweater with his eyes glued to me. I looked over at him as I asked him if he took sugar with his coffee, he said he did whilst fixing his eyes on my red thong on the kitchen floor, the dirty little man! I saw a bulge in his denims, I knew his cock was growing, the poor bastard had to visit me instead seeing to his wife to get his shaft in a hardened state I thought. I leaned over more, right over our stove, my panties were riding way into me by now. He must have known I was putting on a show surely, or was he that gullible? For a split second I got daring. "Do you like what you see Jasper? Do you like my virgin ass in these soiled white panties Jasper? If you do Jasper then feel free to pleasure yourself as you imagine these panties around my ankles Jasper. You know what's under these panties Jasper, you saw through our window, I know you did." He amazingly said nothing! Instead I looked over and he had began rubbing the bulge through his denims, the dirty cheeky little bastard, what a nerve! "Pull it out Jasper, pull it out, show me what's under there, show me what Rebecca doesn't get from you anymore!" I said still leaning over our stove and trying to pour the water in the cups. He was braver than I had imagined, I looked over and his throbbing member was in his hand and he was jerking away with his eyes fixed on my pert ass. I leaned back up and was standing with my pussy pressed against the stove with one of the hot ring buttons protruding, I could feel this pool ball sized button digging into my mound. I started moving my hips into the stove, the button gliding up and down tickling through my white lace panties, tickling my clit, tickling my wanting pussy. I heard him breathing heavier, much heavier, this man whom I had never held a decent conversation with standing there in our kitchen jerking his cock off with no shame! I moved my hands behind my back and slid my fingers under my panties, I started peeling them over my now sticky ass as he jerked away freely. The geeky Jasper said nothing! I looked over again and he was tugging on his most adequate of cocks. "Pull it for me Jasper, pull it hard, think of your cock sliding over my ass and under these panties Jasper, think of it piercing into my tight virgin ass, bareback! Forget about Rebecca, think of me Jasper, come for me, come all over our floor, pump your load everywhere." I peeled them over my ass and down my thighs to my knees, pressing my soaking wet pussy on the stove button. My legs began to open, imagining it was a little plastic cock trying to fuck me. Jasper moved over behind me, jerking his thick circumcised weapon, the huge head of it glistening. "Lean over the stove Rachel, please, oh please just lean over that stove again so I can see right into that plump sexy ass." His first words for ages. I leaned further over the stove kicking my red dress across the floor and turned round to look at him, the bastard had my pantyhose from the floor in his hand, holding them to his face, jerking his cock at a frantic pace. My panties hit the floor and joined my white and pale blue bed socks, I leaned more over, pushing my starving slit into the stove button, riding it hard! I placed my hands behind my back and grabbed my ass, opening it up for Jasper, I was standing there at 8 am! Marcus one room away! My long skinny legs on full show, my tight ass opened up and fucking my own stove! Then it happened, over he came, I heard his heavy breath, I heard him grunting with my pantyhose in his hand. My tight hole was there waiting! I felt his cock glide across my gaping ass, I now knew he wasn't just there to jerk his cock. He slid his cock over my tight anal passage, then gently slid into me a few inches, he then withdrew and came back with stronger thrust, in he went, it was a tight fit but he drilled his cock right into my ass. I moaned so loud, I was biting my lips with the combined pain and pleasure of this docile bastards tool inside me. My hips bucked back at his throbbing rod as he began to tear away at me. His politeness gone, the real man shining through. As he rode me my body rose up onto the stove with the pressure from his cock, my feet left the kitchen floor, my legs were wide open , he was holding me up with his cock and with each stroke my pussy was grinding the stove button. He started to moan and groan, I knew he was near. "Please don't come inside me." I asked, as I moaned away not giving a thought for poor Marcus in the bedroom just feet away. Then his legs went like jelly, but he still kept pumping away on me, I felt his cock seem to get even larger, my hands slid down from my ass and onto his hardening balls. He screamed a loud groan as I grabbed them tight. His rhythm changed. "I'm coming, Rachel I'm coming!" I was so far gone those words were like heaven to me, I bucked my hips back on to his cock hard. I then felt the gush of hot cream enter my ass, the warm sensation as it flowed all round inside me. Jasper's body jerking away helplessly as he lost control of his movements. He came inside me the bastard! Typical! As he withdrew his spent cock my hips slid down the stove and I felt the cold floor again through my bed socks as my feet met the tiles, my legs were like melting jelly. Jaspers load started to pour out of me, down my inner thighs. I felt satisfied for once! "Oh thank you so much Rachel, you won't say anything to Rebecca will you, please don't! When I saw you through the window today I thought how dirty and sexy you looked. I always think of you when I fuck Rebecca, especially as I come, I think of you out in your yard doing your flowers in those tight jeans! Oh thank you so much." he said at a frantic pace! "Your welcome Jasper and no I won't say a word, and please keep your voice down because Marcus is asleep, we must not wake him because its his rest day." I said hoping Jasper thought I was only worried about Marcus being woke and not worried about being disloyal to Marcus in letting him fuck my ass. I picked my white panties off the floor and slid them on and let the docile Jasper out, he thanked me many times as he was leaving. I was more worried about tidying up before Marcus woke or the dreaded Hector arrived! I shut the door and thought what happened with our coffee and my cereals? Since when was sex more important than coffee? I wandered into the bathroom and turned the squeaky chrome hot faucet anti-clockwise and let the water flow into our cream cast iron bath which was situated in the centre of the room. I then peeled down my panties noticing the juice from my pussy and maybe the cream from my sore ass, also the imprints from the elastic they had left in my delicate skin. I pulled off my socks and threw them into the sink. I climbed in the bath still thinking of Jasper, the poor guy! First of all, seeing me half naked at our window in transparent underwear and then entering our duplex and plugging my innocent little ass! Whatever next! The water was hot and relaxing, I let my body sink under the petal pink bubble bath with just my toes and thighs visible, although as I looked down I could see the dark shadow of my triangle which I have now trimmed down a little due to remarks made from certain work colleagues regarding some rumors flying around the office, I don't particularly mind nicknames but being approached by people I don't know and questioned on why others call me the bush was needless to say somewhat embarrassing. Nevertheless, on trimming myself I still kept the majority of my proud dark mound which covered my dignity in its own feminine way and I adored the fact it rendered my panties helpless in their quest to hide my always aching pussy. Not that I walked about in just my underwear but there would always be a time, like with the curtains that morning when I would accidentally reveal my dark secret to whoever had the misfortune to be present. I woke to the doorbell, again! Hell I fell asleep in the bath as per usual! I was always doing this. I lifted myself up and grabbed a towel and covered myself, I whizzed across our slippery wooden hallway floor to answer the door. "Good morning Rachel, I hope I'm not too early?" said the creepy Hector in his sarcastic but playful tone. "Sorry Hector I dozed off in the bath, make yourself some coffee and don't worry about the time, you are late nearly everyday anyway." I replied, knowing he didn't really care about being on time. He was such a hypocrite due to the simple fact in his mind everyone arrived late at work except him! "Don't be so cheeky you young mare!" he swiftly commented. I scrambled off to get my clothes while Hector slipped into the kitchen, I saw him glance round trying to peep no doubt as my towel barely covered my wet dripping body. Dirty bastard I thought! "Do you want coffee?" he shouted. "Yes please, black with no sugar." I quickly blurted back. What a nerve he had, his first visit here, straight into our kitchen making the damn coffee! "Ok, take your time we are in no rush, as you have already implied my dear." he answered in a somewhat hesitant but cheeky tone. I then realized my clothes were still all over the kitchen. Oh my god, the dreaded Hector in my kitchen seeing my underwear, what would he think? I paused for a moment then thought, if he had seen my photos around the office then what's a thong and pantyhose to shout about. Marcus was still sleeping, I slipped on a clean pair of navy panties followed by grey hold ups, I then slipped into my cream low cut bra. My left hold up was loose and immediately began to fall away, so I pulled out my sky blue suspenders from the third drawer and began clipping them on. I heard the wooden hallway floor creek in doing so, I looked over into the mirror and in the reflection saw that dirty bastard Hector peering through into our bedroom. I was sat on the bed with my back to him, he was standing there just staring in. I pretended not to notice and carried on fixing my suspenders wondering what to do? If Marcus were to wake he would go crazy! Secretary Taught a Lesson Ch. 01 I stood up, my suspenders secure with my back to the door knowing he was glaring at my body with possible intent, I felt my navy panties digging into my private domain due to the fact they had ridden way up into my ass where I had been sitting. I was standing there half naked in front of this demeaning character who everyone disliked. I quietly loved it! I leaned over to reach my navy skirt knowing the complete outline of my tightly covered bulging snatch was on full show for that gullible voyeur, that deep crevice in my navy panties forming a perfect outline against our pink sheet and patterned quilt. I felt his eyes drilling me from behind, what a nerve he had! I was filled with unwanted excitement and instead of putting the skirt on, I kneeled down by the bed facing away from the door fiddling with the zipper on it, with my ass poking up in the air and my elbows digging into our pink sheet each side of Marcus's visible feet. "This damn skirt, its been nothing but hassle." I quietly muttered to myself hoping he would not notice my deceit. Or was I really hoping he would? "What you on about love?" stuttered Marcus in a vague half asleep tone. "Oh nothing sweetheart, just sleep your little head off." I quickly whispered back, my hands trembling as I messed with my skirt guessing Hector had his prying eyes fixed on my pert ass. It was somewhat dark in there still as the blinds were still down but everything could be seen, mark my words! "Stand up, stand up for Hector." I suddenly heard in a quiet creepy way. I didn't know what to do, I was so shocked! Marcus laying there, Hector standing there! In our bedroom! "Stand up Rachel, do as you are told now please." he said in a slightly louder tone. I just couldn't believe it, I lost my thoughts and almost instantly without realizing I slowly raised myself into an upright position. I could feel the warmth gathering between my legs, the tiny sensations vibrating through my now seeping slit. I could also still feel the remains of Jasper's cream trying to seep out of my tight ass, I tried to keep it clenched to avoid any evidence of my earlier disgraceful behavior. "That was most naughty of you, purposely teasing me , leaving your dirty laundry all over the kitchen floor. Did you think I would not notice that soiled red thong? You knew damn well I would didn't you?" he whispered, although breaking into a deep tone on certain words. "Now don't you dare move your feet, be a good girl and peel those wet panties down for Hector. Don't turn around. Just peel them down to your knees and keep quiet you filthy little slut." he again whispered in a derogatory manner. The way in which he whispered in that repulsive tone somehow sent shivers down my spine and right down inside me, all the way drilling and pulsating the walls of my starving dignity. I was standing there in my cream bra, navy panties, grey hold ups and this idiot was ordering me about, in front of my sleeping boyfriend a few feet away! I loved it though, hell knows why but I loved it! "Do as your told please Rachel, I won't ask again. If you don't do as I ask I might just have to inform Marcus of your exploits in a certain elevator." he said in a menacing and again quiet manner. The cheeky bastard! How dare he! Little did he know I had just had my tight ass pounded bareback and filled with hot come. Anyhow how did he know about the elevator? It was only on Friday, how did he know this quickly? Who else knows? My mind was spinning. All this time he was just standing there motionless, in his silk grey suit with black shining shoes, I could clearly see his outline in the mirror. My hands slid down to my waist almost without my help it seemed, my fingers dipped under my panty elastic and started to pull them down, yes down over my ass. It felt so naughty, feeling them glide over my skin knowing that I would be revealing all I had to this insolent bastard. "That's it, keep tugging them panties down you dirty little whore. You know you love it. Everyone knows you love it. I'll teach you to tease me." My hands effortlessly took them down over my hips and on reaching my skinny thighs I let them go. They fell to my feet. My navy panties neglecting their duty of protecting my ass and pussy. I was worried a little that Hector might notice any spent cream pouring from my wounded anal passage. I was standing there, helpless, my heart pounding, Marcus laying there a few feet away. The silence was deafening. I heard his footsteps from behind, my heartbeat increased dramatically, the crafty fucker had slithered across our bedroom floor with no shame and was out of my mirror view. "Not bad, not bad at all, you could do with a little more flesh but you'll do nicely. The word around the office yesterday was that you have a tight little hairy pussy, water tight!" he said in a condescending way from what seemed inches away. I stood there wondering, wondering what the hell I was doing there? Was I crazy? Was I a whore? Were Jasper and Hector just conquests or was I their conquest! All I knew is that I could feel the juices flowing from my aching pussy lips again. I knew that anybody was welcome in my gaping gash, anybody, no matter how old, no matter how ugly, as long as they had a nice hard cock, I was willing, totally! My ass was sore but my pussy was so hungry. "Now turn around Rachel, turn around and face me and don't utter a word." I turned slowly around hoping that Marcus was sound asleep. I was face to face with him, I felt his heavy breath on my face, I saw how old he looked close up even though the light was scarce there. It suddenly dawned on me he really was nearly twice my age. His face was so close, so very close, he moved his head towards mine and his lips met mine, his sticky mouth fumbled as he kissed me, his tongue flew in my mouth prodding round my teeth. I greeted his licking stick with mine, swirling my tongue around his gums. He grunted as his mouth pressed harder on mine. He had no care for poor Marcus laying there, but did I care either? I can't answer that. He then abruptly pulled away from me. "I have always wanted to kiss you Rachel, kiss the mouth of the girl everyone talks of, the teasing slut from floor fifty two who shows her pussy to all the office and loves the taste of not one cock but many." How did he know I loved cock? Even if he obtained information on my elevator exploits it still doesn't justify my love of cock after cock surely? I knew one thing for sure, Hectors wife loved cock, she proved that by getting owned sucking two 20 year olds in the restroom at his own daughters wedding reception! The filthy slut! After pulling away from me his hands reached up, his fingers slid through my dyed blonde long hair and pushed my head down, my legs gave way with the force and my knees hit the floor. He reached in his pants and pulled out a long, thick and straight swelling member, a similar size to the geeky Jasper in fact, but Hector was not circumcised, his foreskin was drowning the head of his cock even though it was almost erect. It was almost poking me in the eye, I gulped at the mere size of it, he brought his other hand down and placed it over his throbbing shaft, he pulled the foreskin right forward covering the tip and then back again. The head of his cock glistening with the velvety liquid covering it. My pussy literally melted. "Suck it you slut, put it in that dirty mouth and grip it with those cock sucking lips." "Please Hector, lets go outside in the kitchen. If Marcus wakes," I worriedly whispered. Before I could say anything else he planted his member in my wanting mouth. As soon as I tasted it I gripped it with my lips and began to suck. His hands were pushing my head to and throw. "Oh yes baby suck on my cock, suck it hard, suck it in front of your sleeping boyfriend, you love it! I know you love to be dirty, my colleague Harry tongued your pussy in that elevator, he licked all that come out of you." I then realised that the insulting man from Friday was this so called Harry! He must have been the one who informed Hector maybe of my exploits. Fucking managers! Who do they think they are? Hector then leaned over while I was sucking him and slid the quilt down a little revealing Marcus's body, his soft tiny cock appeared over the flowery quilt, all 3 inches of it. Poor Marcus, laying there sound asleep with his inadequate soft member on show to the insulting Hector who was fucking my mouth with no remorse! "Look at his pathetic little thing, its useless! Look at it Rachel, as you lick and suck my huge cock!" he said laughing in a louder and more daring patronizing tone. My tongue was gliding over the head as I sucked hard. I started to moan as he fucked my mouth, each thrust reaching the back of my throat, he was huge and the tip was like a golf ball! I had lost all inhibitions and the fact that Marcus was laying there sleeping virtually increased the flow of liquid from starving pussy below. My pussy was so hungry for cock, I grasped the base of his richly veined rod with my right hand and my mouth plummeted hard slapping my hand on each trust, loving the feeling of that huge head battering my tonsils, knowing that it was certainly not cough medicine they were craving for! I then moved my hand away and he drove it into me, my lips met his dark pubes and his balls as the head of this monster drilled past my tonsils and right down my throat, further than anyone had ever gone. I almost choked but I kept sucking. My lips withdrew back up the long shaft, right to the tip where my tongue swam around licking the head again, I then took him right back in again loving every inch as it sunk back down. Hector was groaning almost too loudly as he pounded my mouth, his hands gripping my hair and my head was flinging around like a rag doll. "Get ready to take my load you little tease, I'm going to plaster your face and hair with my thick gel. Your not having anything down that throat of yours, I will starve you." he muttered. His knees began to wobble and he withdrew his manhood and began to tug it with both hands. With both hands round it there was still a mouthful to spare it was so long. "Open your eyes you little tart, look up at me." I gazed up at this impolite man who was audaciously jerking his rod with my boyfriend stirring in his sleep only feet away. Then he started to groan, and loud at that. With it came the first jet of cream, squirting all over my face, followed by more as he shamelessly shot load after load all over my hair. I could feel the warm liquid running through my hair and down the front of my face, it trickled down over my cheeks and as I slipped my long tongue up over my top lip I scooped the tasty syrup. I slithered my tongue back in my mouth and let the cream glide down my throat, after all, I needed some liquid inside me! Then as the last few drops seeped from his spent member he shook it with both hands spraying our flowered quilt and pink sheet with the remains almost hitting Marcus's feet! He then stood there looking down at me and with his cock slightly limp he slapped it about my face, the head rubbing across my lips, cream still leaking from the tip. I almost slid my tongue out to meet his huge softening weapon but thought to myself no, he will know I actually wanted more. The dirty fucking bastard! Or was I the dirty fucking bastard? Was I kidding myself? He grabbed my hands and made me rub it all in my hair, my fingers gliding through it like a four toothed comb. I could feel the lovely solution mixing in only wishing it was inside my aching pussy instead of all over my hair. "Now get dressed and leave the panties off for work, and brush that gel well into your hair you little whore, you wouldn't want Marcus to know your secrets now would you?" he whispered in my ear. "Leave my panties off? Your kidding right?" "Now do as I ask please dear, and be quick about it, no stalling!" he sternly remarked. I felt used and totally unsatisfied, he didn't even attempt to please me, at least Jasper gave me a seeing to! Hector just humiliated me and had his own pleasure! I was left with a dripping, starving snatch which was aching for attention. I did as he asked though and left my navy panties on the floor. I brushed my hair back with immense difficulty, it looked as though I had just washed it without using the dryer properly with some parts still wet. Only Hector and I knew that it wasn't water but his thick glue matted between the strands. I slipped on my tight navy skirt, a cream blouse, fawn jacket and 3 inch navy heels whilst looking at poor Marcus, still asleep, I felt little remorse, I don't know why I didn't, I just didn't. Maybe I am a whore? I rubbed some remains of Hectors come on our beautiful Chinese rug with my left shoe. I kissed Marcus on his head with a slight feeling of disloyalty knowing that my thick pouted lips were only minutes before gripped around the head of another mans cock and my guilt was still present with the thought of Jasper pounding and filling my ass with his seeds. I whispered goodbye but he was sound asleep still, luckily. I then walked shamefully into the kitchen. "Your coffee Rachel, no sugar as requested." he said with a cheeky smile! I took it with no reply, noticing he had my red thong from the floor in his hand swinging it round his thumb, smiling. "Nice hair, you look so conservative with it gelled back my dear, it suits you." he said smiling again. The impertinent bastard! In retrospect, my insulting words for Hector were probably of a somewhat hypocritical way of disguising my sexual guilt. The fact that my pussy was soaking, the fact my heart was pounding with utter excitement and the fact that all I really wanted was his hot cream all down my throat or in my pussy and not in my damn hair! I drank my coffee and we left for work. As we walked out to his car I felt the early morning cool air drift up my legs to my naked pussy, loving the thought that if a swift breeze were around, although my skirt was tight it might effortlessly glide up revealing my hairy bush to all. Jasper was next door looking over. My mind briefly drifted back an hour or so thinking of his cock annihilating my poor tight rear end. What a nerve he had! He's married, the deceitful bastard! Had he no thoughts for the poor Rebecca? "Good morning Rachel." he said, politely. "Hi there Jasper." I replied looking over in my innocent way. "Have a nice day." he replied sarcastically. The cheeky fucking bastard! "She will don't worry!" said the idiotic Hector. Jasper looked shocked probably wondering who this man was with me but said nothing in return. Hector opened the car door for me and as I climbed in he helped with his left hand purposely placing it on my ass and gripping the material of my navy skirt so as I descended into the seat it rose up revealing my grey hold ups for the gullible eyes of the prying Jasper. Hadn't Jasper seen enough for one day I thought! I looked over at Jasper and saw the astonished look on his bearded face, wondering if he thought I was some sort of whore who fucked everyone she met behind her boyfriends back? Did he wonder who Hector was? And why was he hiking up my skirt as I climbed in revealing my bare flesh? Hell, I wish I knew what he was thinking. Hector shut my door, walked round and jumped in the car. "You will not say anything to Marcus okay Hector, just promise me you wont utter a word about the elevator." I said with a hint of authority. "Of course I won't dear, it's all a bit of fun, nothing else, just be a good obedient girl at work today and the whole matter will be forgotten." Was his sarcastic and somewhat pretentious reply. "Ok ok, but just for today and that's it, you are not taking advantage of me ever again ok!" I said hoping that he would obey my wishes. "Sure, sure." was his predictable reply. As he started the engine he looked down at my legs and then at me and smiled ominously. I gazed out of the side window and saw Jasper looking on eagerly. I thought to myself I must talk to him later and explain the innocence of the situation and explain to him who Hector actually was. My head jerked back as Hector accelerated away down our street. I looked up and saw my red thong dangling from his rear view mirror, I couldn't believe the audacity of the man! I leaned back and closed my eyes thinking of the dreaded, or was I really thinking, exciting day ahead. He had some country music playing on the radio which I despised but tolerated. I looked out of my window seeing we were merging with the busy freeway, Hector was impatient with other roads users shouting and mixing profanities with every insult. We had 20 minutes or so drive to work but it was almost crawling traffic due to some sort of diversion ahead. We came to a halt. I looked ahead and saw rows of cars and trucks stopped, that's all we needed, late for work! Hector moved his right hand onto my thigh, gently rubbing my grey hold ups, the 40 denier material catching on his rough fingers. He gradually moved up my skinny thighs raising my skirt concurrently until the dark grey toppings were visible. "Open those legs a little, give them a nice show." he murmured. I thought what is he on about? I then noticed to my right a huge cargo truck crawling along at a slow speed with the driver looking down into our car with his companions looking over his shoulder also. Hector slid his fingers between my thighs prodding them open and in doing so moved his hand up between my legs, they helplessly flung open revealing my lily white freckled skin at the top of my hold ups. I knew I had no panties on, the thought bombarded my innocent mind, but I let my legs stay apart feeling the swift cool air conditioning flowing up my thighs and sailing round my hairy mound like a hair dryer. My pussy was already starting to moisten with each passing second. The traffic came to a halt, Hector then gazed across at me. "Now Rachel slide that pert ass down the seat, slowly, very slowly and let your skirt ride up, show those guys that dark silky bush of yours, show them its not a shaved bald snatch but a thick forest waiting to be explored." His words made my middle melt instantly, I felt the juices fall from my lips, fall onto the leather seats down between my now sweating thighs. I looked up to see their ardent faces as the car moved forward a little in the traffic hold up, their truck almost hitting the truck in front of them as they tried to keep level with us. My hips slid down and my skirt rose higher and there it was on full view, my neglected hungry hairy slit, the dark brown curls glistening in the sun through the windscreen. "You dirty little whore, look at you! Giving them the show of their lives with no guilt. What would Marcus say? What would he say if only he knew?" he said in a very sexy dominant tone. I looked up and could see the truck guys smiling and licking their lips with their cell phones in their hands, the little camera lens on them facing down at me, what a surprise, not! With that Hector rammed his hand between my legs with no remorse, straight onto my pussy, his middle fingers darting into my wet slit, I moaned as his thumb flicked my hard clit vigorously. My hips began to buck, I knew my pussy was on full show and my skirt was gradually riding way up, my suspender clips desperately clinging to the rubber of the hold ups. He was finger fucking me and my pert ass left the seat on each thrust, my skirt was so high my navel was showing, my lace suspender belt decorating my skinny waist and rounded hips perfectly. "Buck those hips, come on buck those hips high, buck them like your breaking in a wild horse you dirty little slut!" Hector said with one hand on the wheel, crawling along in this ultra slow line of vehicles. Secretary Taught a Lesson Ch. 01 As my hips rose up high I could again feel the remains of Jasper seeping from my earlier spent ass, I hoped that Hector wouldn't notice what a dirty little whore I had been! He flicked a switch and my electric window opened giving a better view and probably some audible sound. The truck was still with us, I could see from their faces they were jerking away up there on their no doubt throbbing shafts whilst feasting their eyes on my swollen hairy hole. I lost control, I was deep in the situation, loving it, at last my pussy was getting some attention but how I wished those guys up there could get closer and just have their way with me. Pumping me with their cocks, bareback, not a condom in sight, what a dream! I desperately wanted their hot loads to flow inside me, not knowing who they were, not caring who they were! It was such a horny feeling. I lost control of myself and my words. "Oh Hector, finger my pussy, finger it hard Hector, show them I am loving it, show them I don't care who is watching, just finger my me, just finger," I stalled with my words as I began to climax. My body shivered and the walls of my saturated pussy tightened as I moaned loud. My hips were flying everywhere, I was screaming loud, moaning with utter pleasure. I could hear the slapping of his fingers on my soaking wet pussy. The juices squirted from my gaping hole, saturating my thighs and soiling the leather seats. I then slowed down and sat there, exhausted, my hairy snatch on full show, my thick matted pubes visible. A dirty little whore I was! "Lovely pussy girl, lovely, tell your husband you need a good fucking, get some meat on those skinny fucking legs too, thanks for the show though, peroxide girly!" The driver said laughing away. Why do they always comment on my blonde hair and dark pussy? Why? Is it of any importance? Also why comment on my appearance at all? Was I that skinny? Did I really care anyhow? Yes! I angrily thought amid the excitement. "Sit up, there are traffic cops ahead." Hector quickly informed me. I sat up straight adjusting my hold ups and pulled down my skirt so it was just above my knees, I could feel the fluid still leaking between my thighs from my still hungry silky slit. "You really are a very naughty girl! Very naughty indeed Rachel. They were taking photos of your hairy pussy, you will become infamous! What would dear old Marcus think if he knew that his little Rachel was a cock sucking little come slut. I think you need to be taught a lesson in how to be a doting, loyal partner my dear." he said, almost sympathetically. I shivered at the thought, wondering what had become of me, was I that bad? Or were people just taking advantage of me? Or, was I taking advantage of them? Using them! Using my powers to make them just naive, gullible and helpless little fools who could, in some way, eventually satisfy my huge sexual cravings. As we picked up speed on the freeway my thoughts went to Hector taking total advantage of me, almost bribing me with the elevator exploits, was he just taking advantage or was he really going to teach me this so called lesson? Did I really need a lesson taught me? I mean, I loved Marcus dearly and my heart was all his, I was not disloyal! My mind was so confused. We eventually arrived at our work premises, albeit 45 minutes late. Hector and I went our separate ways, he had a board meeting on the ground floor and I had to make my way up to our offices. "I might see you later during the day Rachel for your lesson." He said loudly and menacingly as he walked across the main reception area. What was he on about again, this lesson thing? I thought. As I walked across reception I saw the security guards ogling me, after Friday evening I dreaded what was whizzing through their dirty perverted little minds! I could feel Hectors hardened come in my hair and hell was I paranoid! Their eyes were almost piercing through my navy skirt, with me knowing that underneath it, there were no panties, just a naked swollen pussy aching already, for even more attention from anyone! Anyhow I made my way up the building in an empty, yes empty elevator, thank heavens! I casually strolled in our offices making my excuses to office colleagues for my late arrival and got stuck in to a hard days work. At around 1400 hours as I was rummaging through my emails I saw one with the subject heading, "she wears no panties!" I quickly opened this ominous looking email and saw that it was an automated message sent to all the employees of our department and was sent from an anonymous source. The email. Good afternoon people, a quick line to inform you of a certain young lady who has unfortunately had the misfortune of losing a garment of immense importance today. She would be most grateful for a safe return, due to the fact she feels uncomfortable sitting without this garment. The person involved prefers to remain anonymous, due to the high level of priority reports. Regards. The bastard! I was the only girl dealing with priority reports and Hector knew it because it was through him I was handed the damn job. He had virtually told them all that I had no damn panties on! They weren't lost at all, he told me not to wear any! I erased the email and got back to my work with the thought of everyone knowing this! "Rachel could you print off 250 spread sheets for Lucas before you leave tonight, thanks." said Carl, the office junior from across the isle. "Sure ok Carl, no problem." I said watching his eyes dive straight down to my grey hold ups, the darker grey topping just visible below my skirt and knowing that he knew there were no panties around my tiny waist protecting my naked slit. Hell they all knew, I could feel the prying eyes from everywhere. They knew that under this navy skirt there were no panties, no thong! I felt helpless, but there were still those exciting butterflies whizzing around inside me. My telephone then rang. "Hello Rachel its me, Hector, now just listen carefully, At precisely 1600 hours I want you to travel down to floor forty two, we have a meeting there with all the security guards regarding latest issues with foreign visiting employees. We need a competent lady speaker to read various reports out, which will be you. I have sent automated emails to certain male employees that might also want to attend. Don't be late for your lesson, goodbye." he said all this in a somewhat formal tone, the insolent bastard! My mind raced! The security guards? Oh no, they all knew my history from the elevator on Friday, they knew I was an easy lay! What's with the foreign visiting employees, I thought? What's that all about, surely it's nothing regarding the African guys from the elevator, I wondered? Was I to be reprimanded for my actions or was I to be taught this so called lesson Hector was talking about? I had two hours to gather my thoughts and two hours to find some panties and during that two hours I had to deal with the whole office knowing my pussy was naked under my skirt! Was this to be my best or indeed worst afternoon at work ever? To be continued... Rachel L.