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The Temp Ch. 01

By: acolyte



"Mr. Reynolds?"

I felt a sudden quickening of my heartbeat, as I realized my eyes had become fixated on her legs. My mind frantically searched for a way to escape the embarrassing moment, but no clever idea surfaced. Pretending that my thoughts had no relation to where my gaze had settled, I brought my hand to my chin in a clumsy attempt to strike a thoughtful pose.

"I'm sorry, Veronica. I... I was just considering whether I was forgetting anything. Did you have any questions you wanted to ask me?"

My regular secretary had been sent to a week-long training session to learn our new operations software system, and Veronica was my assigned temp. Her perfect body, now seated in the overstuffed chair facing my desk, was an embarrassing distraction, and each time she crossed her legs, her short dress hiked slightly higher up her exquisite thighs. Veronica's beauty was so striking, I found myself unable to concentrate on anything else while in her presence, and my normally focused, level-headed mind was suddenly reduced to that of a horny schoolboy staring at the picture of a Playboy model.

Our eyes were locked on each other's as I waited for her reply. Thankfully, my desk concealed my raging hard on, but in that frozen moment, I suspected she knew exactly what my mind was focused on. How pitiful that a 45-year old married man should do such a poor job of concealing his lust for this 27-year old beauty.

Her stare was intense. Was she going to respond to my question? Was she trying to read my mind? Was she waiting for me to apologize for staring at her legs? Or was she sending me a message that I ought to be ashamed of myself for fantasizing about her? My discomfort was punctuated by a knot in my stomach, and it occurred to me that, ironically, this young woman seemed to be in complete control, not nervous or uncomfortable at all. One thing I certainly didn't anticipate was that she could see something in me I had never seen in myself.

"Mr. Reynolds, could I ask you a big favor? I have this sudden pain at the base of my neck. Would you mind very much massaging it for a moment?" It was an innocent question, asked sincerely, and I immediately felt a sense of relief.

"Oh, of course. I don't mind at all." I spun my chair around before I stood up, so that I could discreetly adjust myself and appear presentable. Then I walked around behind her, and gently placed my hands on her neck and shoulders, kneading her soft skin. I inhaled her intoxicating perfume as I gazed down over her shoulders, an angle that revealed most of her perfect breasts. I felt a renewed surge of blood in my already aching cock.

"Does that help?" I managed to ask.

"Yes, that's perfect," she purred. I wondered how long I could continue to do this without it becoming unseemly. Or was it unseemly already?

She had been twirling her pen slowly between three fingers, when it slipped out of her hand, and fell to the floor by her left foot. Instinctively, I moved around the chair to her left, and bent to pick it up. As I kneeled and grasped the pen, her left foot quickly shifted and landed next to my hand, stepping on the part of the pen not covered by my hand, and preventing me from picking it up. Was it an accident, or was I aware of her applying pressure with her foot?

The moment was suddenly very awkward. There I was, on my knees beside her, with my face uncomfortably close to her left leg. Was it possible she didn't realize what she had done, and that my hand was pinned under the pen? Each second that ticked by made the moment even more awkward. I had to do something quickly; either extract my grasp from around the pen, or point out that she needed to move her foot.

Instead, for some unknown reason, I did nothing. I held my position, hand around the pen, soaking in my close up view of the legs that had me so entranced. As the seconds continued to tick by, I became increasingly embarrassed, yet I couldn't summon the will to extricate myself from the situation. After what felt like an eternity, she spoke. "You know, Mr. Reynolds, my feet are awfully sore as well."

In my frozen state, I saw her tilt her right foot up and press the heel of her shoe down into the carpet, slipping the shoe off her foot. She then lifted her right foot and angled it over her left leg towards me. She brought her right ankle to rest on her left thigh, and began to slide her foot in my direction. What was she doing? And why did I do nothing as her foot edged closer, seemingly helpless to prevent what was about to happen?

She pressed the bottom of her foot to my face, covering my mouth, and forcing me to breathe through my nose, smelling the pungent odor of feet that have been encased in shoes much of the day.

"Don't you think sore feet deserve some attention too, Mr. Reynolds?"

My mind was racing. There was nothing sexy about smelly feet, yet my cock felt like it was about to explode through my pants. As she pushed her foot harder against my face, I found myself pressing my face back against her foot and inhaling deeply.

"Yes, I see you agree," she continued. "Some kisses would be nice." And like an obedient and grateful servant, I began to shower her foot with kisses.

Suddenly, she pulled her foot away and stood up, slipping her shoe back on, and leaving me on my knees, staring at the floor and feeling like an absolute idiot.

"Veronica, I..." I began, not knowing how I would finish the sentence. But, she cut me off, gripping my hair in her hand, and tilting my head back so I was forced to look up at her.

"I think Ms. Harper would be more appropriate, don't you think so... Jack?" There was a deafening silence.

"Yes, Ms. Harper," I meekly replied. She released her grip, and my gaze returned to the floor.

"I think that's enough for today, Jack. I'm going to take the rest of the afternoon off, but I will so look forward to seeing what tomorrow brings. Can you think of an appropriate way to say goodbye to me, Jack?"

I was breathing heavily, almost panting from my heightened state of arousal, yet feeling somewhat numb at the same time. I didn't understand what was happening, but clearly an exchange of power had taken place. My own actions had put me on the losing end of this exchange, as I was unable to resist this dominating beauty.

Her power had triggered something deep inside my core. Instead of feeling outraged by her behavior, being humiliated by her had suddenly become a kind of reward that I desperately craved. I lowered my face to the floor and kissed her shoe-clad feet. She let me continue for several minutes, perhaps making sure I wouldn't stop until she told me to.

"That's lovely, Jack. See you tomorrow." And in the midst of my adoration, she turned and walked out of my office, leaving me on floor, cock throbbing, wondering how this encounter would change my life.

The Temp Ch. 02



"The Temp" deals with a man's personal dilemma as the arrival of a new secretary awakens him to his fetish. I hope you will read Chapter 1 first to best understand the evolution of that process (if you're into that kind of thing).

I didn’t sleep well that night. The odd scene that had taken place earlier in the day replayed itself over and over in my head. And each and every time I relived the event, my breathing became short and my cock became hard. Veronica’s first day on the job had proven to be the most unsettling day of my life. Nothing I had previously experienced or even imagined had prepared me for my reaction to her manipulation. And while it had all happened in a brief and surreal few minutes, my entire physical being had been affected in a way that I knew the coming days could be potentially devastating. I felt tremendous guilt, and wondered if my wife could sense my agitation.

In the morning, the anticipation was almost unbearable. From the moment I awoke, through my drive to work, and even as I tried to concentrate on the business papers I read at my desk, my inability to get Veronica out of my mind was underscored by an erection that would not go away. Her parting words from the day before left no doubt that yesterday’s encounter was not an aberration. She was going to expect to pick up where we left off, but I couldn’t conceive of where that would lead. What would her expectations be, and what would my reaction be? Though I could not deny the thrill I had experienced, I feared for the self-destructive harm that my disquietingly absent will power might cause. 

For my own sanity, I needed to regain control. I had to summon the strength to tell her that I had no idea why I did what I did, but I would not allow it to happen again. Suddenly, the door opened and into my office strode Veronica. She closed the door behind her and walked confidently toward my desk. My eyes quickly scanned her body, taking in the tight-fitting black top that accentuated her pert breasts and slender waist, the short purple leather skirt that showed off those magnificent legs, and open-toe high-heeled shoes.

“Good morning, Jack” she exclaimed exuberantly. “What a beautiful day, don’t you think?” She reached the middle of my desk, turned and hopped up onto it, her legs dangling over the side. She twisted her upper body towards me, leaning on her extended hand.

“Have you been thinking about me?” she asked coyly.

I took a deep breath. “Veronica, listen, yesterday was… strange, and, well, I’d like to put it behind us, try to forget about it, and just focus on what you’re here to do, and… and get some work done today.”

“Oh, Jack,” she sighed. In an instant, her mood turned serious, and her penetrating eyes gripped me like a vise. “You disappoint me. I thought you had learned an important lesson yesterday.”

She pulled her legs up and quickly spun around towards me, placing both shoes firmly onto my chest. Her heels dug into me just below my ribcage, and I hunched forward slightly in pain. Again, I was stunned by her actions, and again, blood surged through my cock. I looked down to avert her eyes, and my lowered gaze fell upon the opening between her legs. With her legs pressing straight ahead into my chest, bent slightly at the knees, I had an unobstructed and close up view of her black thong underwear. My already conflicted thoughts became jumbled, and my determination melted away.

“First of all,” she continued, “I told you to address me as Ms. Harper. I do not expect to have to tell you again. And from now on, when I come in each morning, you will get down on your knees and you will kiss my feet before you speak to me.”

She lifted her right foot off my chest, and brought the sole of her shoe to rest on my forehead. I was like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in position.

“You may acknowledge that you understand these instructions by opening your mouth, and sucking on my heel.”

The words rang in my head. ‘Acknowledge that you understand.’ My secretary had just given me orders to humiliate myself before her on a daily basis, and she was not even concerned that I might not agree to it! It was a fait accompli in her mind, and she merely wanted confirmation that I understood the new rules. She saw nothing the least bit outrageous in demanding that I take her filthy shoe heel into my mouth.

The moment brought me to a new crossroad. Could I fight my apparent longing to submit to her? Had my demanding cock drained every last ounce of blood from my brain? I noticed that my line of vision was almost entirely blocked by the bottom of her shoe resting on my face, and I realized that, again, my own inaction spoke for itself, and gave me the one answer I was afraid of.

I opened my mouth, and she inserted her heel.

“That’s better,” she continued. “You may suck while you listen.”

My mouth closed around her heel, and I mindlessly sucked as she explained our new reality.

“From now on, I expect my instructions to be obeyed without hesitation. I understand that this is all new to you, but I will not continue to be so patient with your indecision and slow responses. The work that you were expecting me to do for this job you will do yourself. For the remainder of the week, I will come and go as I please, and you will attend to my needs as I instruct you.”

She removed her heel from my mouth, returning her foot to my chest, and as our eyes met again, I felt a growing desperation inside me.

“Is that clear?”

“Yes, Ms. Harper,” I confessed, the words pouring from my mouth in a bizarre combination of both relief and panic.

She spun around, climbed off my desk, and sat down in the chair facing me.

“Good. Now, Jack, I would like you to come and kneel before me, and apologize for being so slow, and beg me to give you another chance. Oh, and Jack… I want you to be naked when you do it.”

She leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs. We had reached another crossroad. Up until this moment, my acts of submission, though degrading, had been motivated by the resulting inexplicable, yet intense thrill. But these thrills had come at a seemingly low risk. Now I was being told to remove my clothes in my office during a work day. And while my colleagues always knocked on my door before entering, some would typically knock and then enter immediately, anticipating my positive response. Being naked in front of my secretary would surely lead to my quick dismissal. My blood, which was pumping fast before, was now a bubbling cauldron.

“What if someone should walk in while I’m… I’m…?”

I couldn’t believe what I was saying! What in the world was compelling me to do this? I felt like I was having an out of body experience, merely an observer to the scene, hearing someone else responding to her on my behalf.

“Jack… you’re hesitating again.” She stood up, glaring at me with a fierce look of anger. She was suddenly a Goddess exerting her authority over me. “Strip! Now!”

I jumped to my feet in response to her command, and we stood eye to eye with only my desk separating us. At first, my hands moved slowly to my shirt buttons as I tried to understand my throbbing cock and rationalize the risk. What were the odds of someone actually discovering us? People didn’t walk into my office that often. As I removed my shirt and felt the cool air on my bare chest, I realized that Veronica’s latest demand, even more humiliating than the others, had also increased the level of my excitement. My heart raced faster, and I began to feverishly work at undoing my belt, then pulling off my shoes, socks and pants, as she stood silently watching me.

Finally, I stood only in my briefs, the head of my cock protruding out of the top, straining to push the waistband away from my stomach. Veronica sat back down.

“Naked. And on your knees.”

I removed my briefs, standing totally naked before her, and in spite of the incredible adrenaline rush, I suddenly felt deeply embarrassed and slightly queasy. Still, I dropped to my knees and crawled to her.

“Kiss my feet, and then speak.”

I bent forward, which forced my ass humbly upwards, and I kissed both her feet passionately. I then sat up, but kept my eyes looking down. I couldn’t imagine where my words were coming from.

“Please forgive me, Ms. Harper, for being so slow to follow your instructions. And please give me another chance to prove my obedience.”

She extended her right foot, and pressed her shoe forcefully against my cock. I closed my eyes in a strange ecstatic agony.

“You do want to obey me, don’t you, Jack?” she asked softly, pressing harder.

“Yes, Ms. Harper.”

“Yes, I believe you do. Then I shall give you another chance.” She pulled back her foot, and I lowered myself to again kiss her feet.

“Thank you, Ms. Harper.” 

She stood and looked down at me.

“Oh, and Jack, one more thing. No more jerking off unless I give you permission. Serving me means that you give up control of your cock, and from now on you may cum only if I allow it. Understood?”

It was her first reference to anything specifically sexual, and hearing those words took me to an even higher, more euphoric state of arousal.

“Yes, Ms. Harper,” I groaned as I continued to kiss her feet.

Veronica then told me she was leaving to take care of some personal business. She seemed to enjoy brushing my face aside, apparently savoring the image of walking away while my face was pressed to her feet. She crossed my office and walked out, leaving the door wide open for anyone passing by to look in as I crouched naked behind the chair.

Frantic, and praying I was picking a safe moment, I dashed across my office, scooped up my clothes, and darted behind my desk. My thoughts quickly shifted to the sobering realization of what had just happened, and that I was now hiding naked behind my desk, trying to get dressed before anyone walked in. While Veronica had been in the room, I was unable to think rationally. The desire to do her bidding was like a narcotic. But now, the stupidity and shame of my behavior was all I could think about. I finished dressing and tried in vain to focus on my work.

I could not help anticipating her return all afternoon, my cock leaping to attention each time I thought about it, but she did not reappear. I called my wife to explain that I would be home late due to my heavy workload. In reality, I only needed to stay late in order to handle the work that Veronica was supposed to be doing.

And in doing her work, I realized that her control over me now extended beyond those moments that she was giving me direct commands. Later that night, the quiet drive home was offset by the screaming in my head. The disturbing reflections of my submission brought both an awareness that I was incapable of resisting her domination, and a frightening recognition that I desperately yearned for more.



The Temp Ch. 02



This is Part 2 of my story, "The Temp." While it can stand alone, you should read the original story as well. Originally, “The Temp” was going to be a single tale, but a reader suggested I continue it with the pregnant Jenn getting involved – so I decided to follow up the original with this story. I really do love pregnant women – to me, there is nothing sexier than a woman in her last trimester of pregnancy. So, without further ado, I submit “The Temp, Part 2.” I hope you enjoy it.

It was Friday morning – the last day of work for my pregnant secretary, Jenn. Jenn was 8 months pregnant, and was finding it difficult to commute to work every day so she was taking an early maternity leave. A temp that I had hired to do some other work in the office, Gina, would be filling in for her starting on Monday. My affair with Gina is described in the first part of this story. Since it was Jenn’s last day, we had a party for her after work. It was just the seven of us – me, my boss, his secretary, Gina and our other assistants. We had some cake and drinks, and gave speeches about how much we’d miss Jenn while she was gone. We all chipped in for some baby gifts for her as well.

Jenn’s boyfriend, Phil, split when he found out she was pregnant, leaving Jenn by herself to raise the baby. She’d spent many hours in my office crying, and I always did my best to be a friend to her, as well as her boss. Jenn was around 5-foot 9-inches tall, with long brown hair, a nice round ass, and full breasts that looked to be much more than a handful. I always thought she was beautiful, but when she got pregnant and started “showing”, she became even sexier. I’ll admit, I’m one of those men who think pregnant women are incredibly sexy – the way their breasts fill out, the round curves they develop, the sexy glow they acquire – I love it all.

Around 6:30, the party was winding down and the last three people in the office were Gina, Jenn and myself. We finished cleaning up, and Jenn said she needed to talk to me. I led her into my office, and she sat down in my guest chair across from my desk. I couldn’t help but think that just 24 hours earlier, I was fucking Gina in that same chair. Jenn said, “Actually, I need to talk to Gina too.”

I called Gina into my office.

Close the door, Gina,” said Jenn. 

Gina shut the door and scooted up on the edge of my desk. “What’s up,” she asked.

“Last night, I got all the way home before I realized I forgot my house keys. I got back to the office around 6:30 or so and heard some strange noises coming from in here. I tried the door but it was locked, but then I heard Gina yelling your name, something about cumming?”

She looked back and forth between me and Gina. We were, quite literally, fucked.

“You know if I tell the boss, you’re both fired.”

I nodded silently. Gina started sniffling, holding back her tears. 

“Jenn,” I said. “Is there anything we can do to make you forget about this?”

Jenn stood up. “I’ve been so lonely since Phil left. I can’t exactly go to bars and pick up guys being 8 months pregnant, and even if I could, most men find me fat and ugly.”

“You’re not fat,” I said. “I think pregnant women are incredibly sexy, and you’re possibly the most beautiful pregnant woman I’ve ever seen. A man would be nuts not to want to have you.” 

“Then today’s your lucky day,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now.” She started undressing, pulling her dress off, and letting her hair down. Clad in just a white bra and panties, she looked gorgeous. Her round belly was sticking way out past her full breasts. I got up from my chair and moved in front of my desk, and looked at Gina. She smiled at me and nodded.

“My hormones are making me so horny,” Jenn said. “And since Phil’s been gone, I haven’t had sex in over 7 months. I want you to touch me like you touched Gina. To run your mouth all over my body. To suck my tits and eat my pussy, and fuck me until I can’t walk. That’s what I want from you too keep my mouth shut about you and Gina.”

“What about me,” asked Gina.

“You can play too,” said Jenn. 

She looked at me. “But you can’t fuck her. Tonight your cock is mine.”

I looked back at Gina. She looked at Jenn, then me. Gina put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly. “We have no choice,” she said. “I don’t want you getting fired.” 

Gina pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. Jenn came over to us and gave me a long, deep kiss, her hands stroking my chest. She reached down and squeezed my cock through my pants, and moaned softly. Jenn stepped back as I unbuckled my belt. She undid my pants and pulled them down and off, leaving me in my socks and boxers. Then she turned to Gina and told her to take off her clothes. Gina did as she was told, stripping down to her thong. 

“All of it,” said Jenn. Gina pulled off her thong, and stood there naked. She crossed her hands shyly in front of her pussy. “You have a wonderful figure,” Jenn said. She reached out and tweaked Gina’s nipples. “And such, full breasts, too. I can see why Jake wanted you so much.”

Jenn unhooked her bra and let her breasts spill free. They were magnificent - so full and round, her large nipples standing straight out. She put her hand around the back of our heads and pulled us to her chest. I hungrily attacked Jenn’s left breast, licking and sucking it with desire, while Gina tentatively explored her right one. Jenn told her to suck it, and Gina opened her mouth and softly sucked her right nipple. 

“Ohhh yesssssss,” moaned Jenn. “That feels so good.”

I sucked harder on her nipple, bringing it in and out of my mouth. Gina looked over at me, and matched my actions with her own. I rubbed her hard, round, stomach, caressing her gently. I love the feel of a pregnant woman’s body, and was savoring touching her. 

As Jenn moaned louder, Gina and I sucked harder on her nipples. I slid my hand down her stomach to the edge of her panties. Jenn spread her legs wider for me, and I slipped my hand inside her panties. I could immediately feel that Jenn had shaved her pussy as I slipped my hand lower. I touched her clit with my index finger, causing Jenn to gasp in pleasure. I kept fingering her clit as we sucked on her nipples. Jenn was pressing our heads firmly against her chest, as we sucked and nibbled with delight. 

I moved my mouth away from Jenn’s nipple and kneeled in front of her. I reached up and pulled down her panties, revealing her glistening, shaved pussy. I gave her a couple of gentle licks, and I told her how wonderful she tasted. Jenn could barely keep her balance, with Gina sucking her nipples and me eating her pussy, so I had her sit in my guest chair. She leaned back with her ass barely on the seat and spread her legs wide. Jenn was a vision to behold, and I crawled back between her legs, staring at her dripping pussy. I slipped my hands under her ass and kissed up her thighs. As I reached her slit, I dragged my tongue from her hole up to her clit, before sucking her hard clit in between my lips. Jenn bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against my face. 

Gina was standing here, unsure of what she should do. I stopped eating Jenn’s pussy long enough to tell Gina to get behind her and play with her nipples. Gina moved behind the chair and leaned over Jenn, rubbing her breasts gently, occasionally squeezing her nipples between her fingers. Jenn tilted her head back in pleasure, and with Gina’s leaning over her, Gina’s breasts were right in front of her face. Jenn reached back and pulled her lower so that she could suck on her nipples. I looked up and was amazed at the sight in front of me – Gina squeezing Jenn’s breasts, while Jenn nibbled on Gina’s nipples. Meanwhile I was devouring Jenn’s sweet pussy, licking and sucking, teasing her clit with my lips while squeezing her round ass. Jenn’s orgasm was building quickly. She let go of Gina’s nipples and pulled her down for a kiss. Gina returned the kiss, their mouths open and their tongues wrestling in each other’s mouth. I sucked Jenn’s clit in and out of my mouth and she thrust her pussy at me as she exploded. Her legs clamped around my head as she came, squeezing me against her pussy as I sucked up all her sweet juices. I let go of her clit as I lapped up all her cum, slowing down my tongue as her orgasm subsided. 

I moved in closer and kissed Jenn, softly at first, then with more passion. She seemed invigorated by the taste of her own juices on my lips as we kissed. As we kissed she reached down to fondle my thick cock. I pushed down my boxers to give her easier access to my cock and balls. Jenn spread some of the precum around my cock, then slid her hand down to caress my balls. I moaned into her mouth as we kissed, then with her other hand Jenn gently pushed me backwards. I took her hint and laid down on the carpet. 

Jenn kneeled in front of me and slipped her mouth around the head of my cock. I thrust my hips towards her as she slid her mouth down my shaft. She quickl y had my whole cock inside her mouth and held it there, swirling her tongue around it. I could barely breathe as she teased me, my breaths coming in short gasps. Jenn cupped my balls as she moved her head up and down, which always drives me nuts. Jenn could tell I was going to cum soon, so she pulled away and squeezed the base of my cock. The feeling passed, and Jenn released her grip. She did this to me several times, bringing me to the brink of cumming, before stopping and making me calm down. 

I felt bad for Gina, who was mostly being left out, so I motioned for her to come next to me. I slipped my fingers deep inside her tight cunt, fucking her with my fingers as Jenn teased my cock. 

Jenn saw what I was doing and said, “Make sure she doesn’t cum until I say so.” Jenn knew we had to do what she said or she’d tell my boss about our affair, and she was thoroughly enjoying her power. I brought Gina right to the edge of cumming, then pulled my fingers away, just like Jenn told me. I cleaned Gina’s juices off my fingers, savoring her sweet taste. 

After bringing me to the brink three times, Gina straddled my waist, and guided my cock towards her pussy. She eased her way down my shaft, as I watched my cock slowly disappear inside her wet hole. Jenn closed her eyes, and I could tell how much she was enjoying the feeling of being fucked for the first time in such a long time. She thrust up and down on me, taking me deeper and deeper each time. After four or five tries, she let go of my cock and dropped all the way down, impaling herself on me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me as we kissed again. I slipped my hands down to her round ass and pulled her up and down on my cock. Jenn sat up and started riding me with short, hard thrusts. I loved watching her full breasts bouncing up and down, and leaned forward to suck on them. With each thrust they bounced towards my mouth, and I sucked took them between my lips and sucked on them hard. 

Jenn leaned back, holding herself up with her hand on my chest as I thrust my cock in and out of her. Gina was next to us, fingering her cunt as she watched Jenn fuck me. I pulled her on my chest, and had her sit facing Jenn. She was grinding her pussy against my chest, matching Jenn’s motions on my cock. Jenn put her hands on Gina’s shoulders and leaned in to kiss her. Gina kissed her back, and reached out to play with her nipples. Jenn slowed her thrusts on my cock while the two of them were making out on top of me. Gina was close to cumming, but couldn’t get over the top just by rubbing her pussy on my chest. I told Jenn I wanted to fuck her from behind. Gina moved away as Jenn eased off my cock and got on her hands and knees. I got behind her, and slid my cock deep inside her wet pussy. I teased her with long, slow strokes as I reached around to play with her breasts, which hung low beneath her. I leaned forward, driving my cock all the way inside of her, making her moan. I started fucking her deeper and faster until she was almost ready to cum. Then I pulled out of her, leaving her pussy empty and wanting. 

“What are you doing?!? Don’t stop now!” she yelled.

I whispered to her “I can stop now, or I can fuck you until you can’t walk. It’s up to you.”

“Oh Goooddddd Jake! Fuck me. Don’t stop. I need you to fuck me…”

I knew the position of power had switched to me, and I took advantage of it. “Then you have to let Gina cum, too. I want you to eat her pussy so she can cum.”

“Ohhhh Goddd yes, Jake. Just fuck me, fuck me.”

I had Gina sit in my guest chair just like Jenn did, her ass barely hanging on the edge. I gently pushed Jenn into position as Gina spread her legs wide. Jenn was hesitant at first, kissing up and down Gina’s thighs, but never hitting her pussy. I got behind her, my cock between her legs and reached around to her breasts. I pinched her sensitive nipples, causing her to cry out. “Eat her, Jenn. Eat her beautiful pussy.” I pinched her nipples harder, making her moan loudly. Tentatively, Jenn kissed her pussy. Slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, she kissed started with small kisses all over, punctuated by her tongue slipping in and out between her lips.

When Jenn hit her clit, Gina pulled her head into her crotch and clenched her thighs. Both women were moaning loudly as Jenn worked her tongue all over her cunt. I was rubbing my cock up and down Jenn’s slit, coating it with her juices as she brought Gina closer to cumming. Jenn was begging me to fuck her, but I told her not until she finished eating Gina. This made Jenn work harder, licking and sucking on Gina’s pussy faster and faster. Gina was bucking her hips back and forth, fucking her face while I stared in awe. Gina’s breathing was coming fast and shallow, and I knew she was going to cum soon.

I loved watching Gina cum and I coaxed her on. “Cum for her, Gina. Don’t hold back, baby, cum all over her face.” 

Gina cried out and came hard. As soon as her orgasm hit, I drove my cock back into Jenn, slamming into her wet cunt over and over as she ate Gina. Jenn was moaning into her pussy as I fucked her, bringing Gina to two or three orgasms in a row. Lost in her pleasure, Gina kept moaning “Ohhh Jenn, ohhhh Jennn….ohhhh Gggodddddd Jennnnnn…” as Jenn sucked up all her juices. I kept slamming my cock deep into Jenn’s pussy – barely pulling out at all before thrusting hard inside of her. As long as I was fucking her, Jenn couldn’t move away from Gina’s pussy, and she kept licking and sucking her beautiful flesh until Gina begged me to let her stop. 

I backed off for a minute, as Gina unclenched her legs and moved away. She got up and sat in my chair behind my desk as Jenn guided me back into her aching pussy. I reached down and fingered her clit as I pounded her cunt. As I rubbed her clit in fast, counterclockwise circles, Jenn thrust her ass back at me, keeping me buried deep inside of her. I used my thumb and index finger to pinch her clit and that sent her over the edge. She clenched her cunt around my cock and came hard, bucking wildly against me, her huge pregnant tits bouncing crazily as she came all over my cock. Her muscles clenching and unclenching around my cock was too much for me and I exploded inside of her, shooting load after load of cum deep inside her pussy. When I finished cumming, I pulled out and leaned back against the chair. Jenn collapsed on the floor, my cum dripping out of her pussy. Gina came over and sat between us on the floor. We must have been quite a sight, three exhausted, but satisfied people sprawled out naked on my floor.

Jenn sat up and took Gina’s hand in hers. “I’m sorry if I acted like a bitch before. I’ve just been so lonely and frustrated since Phil left, and when I saw you two together last night, I couldn’t handle it. I know it was wrong to try to blackmail you two, and I’m sorry. I’d never do anything to hurt you two.”

Gina leaned in and kissed Jenn softly on the lips. “It’s OK, Jenn. I understand.”

Jenn kissed her back, and soon the two of them were locked in a passionate embrace, their tongues probing each other’s mouths, while their hands roamed up and down their bodies. Before I knew it they were both on the floor, facing each other, kissing and rubbing each other like lifelong lovers. Then Gina surprised me – she moved down Jenn’s body and started licking her pussy. My cum was oozing out of Jenn’s cunt, and Gina licked it all up. 

By this time, my cock was hard again, and with Gina’s ass pointing straight back at me, I took my opportunity. I moved behind her and rubbed her pussy with my index finger, spreading around all her juices. She moaned loudly as she ate Gina’s pussy, wiggling her ass back at me invitingly. When she was wet enough, I guided my cock into her tight hole. Both of us moaned together as I slowly fucked her. Since yesterday’s adventure, I’d been waiting to fuck Gina again, and I wanted to make it last as long as possible. I held onto her hips as I eased my cock in and out of her pussy, the three of us moaning together. I entered her with long, slow strokes, pulling out until just the head was inside of her, before sliding all the way back in. I had already cum a few minutes earlier, so I knew I’d be able to go a long time before I’d be ready to cum again. Jenn was moaning loudly as Gina sucked on her pussy, and I knew she was going to cum again soon. I moved my hand around to Gina’s clit and fingered her quickly as I fucked her, hoping to make them cum together. Gina was thrusting her hips back at me harder as I fingered her clit, while trying to concentrate on Jenn’s pussy. Jenn’s moaning became louder, and she grabbed the back of Gina’s head, holding her tight against her as she cried out and came again and again. Gina lapped up all her juices, bringing Jenn to peak after peak. 

I kept the pressure on Gina’s clit, and had her cumming soon, too, making her pick her head away from Jenn’s cunt as she came in her own massive orgasm. Her muscles clenched around my thick cock as she came, holding me tight inside of her. I held her ass steady as she came, loving the feeling of being deep inside her as her orgasm washed over her. As her orgasm subsided, I started fucking her again, wanting to fill her with my cum. Gina, begged me to stop; she said her pussy was getting sore from all the attention of the last couple of days.

I pulled out my cock, coated with Jenn and Gina’s juices, and sat down on the carpet. Gina pushed me back gently and stared kissing the head. I closed my eyes as she licked and sucked my shaft, cleaning off all our juices, bringing me closer to cumming with each stroke of her tongue. I felt her slide her mouth all the way down my cock, taking my full length, and as she moved her mouth up and down, she pumped my cock with her hand. I felt another mouth on my balls, and when I looked up, it was Gina who was sucking on my balls, and Jenn with my cock in her mouth. I moaned loudly as Gina teased my testicles, while Jenn’s mouth pumped my cock. I was thrusting my hips up at them, my orgasm building quickly. Jenn pulled her mouth up, keeping just the head inside, while she swirled her tongue around and around. I couldn’t last any more and exploded, shooting my cum in her mouth. After the first shot, she moved her head down as much as she could, my cum running down her throat. 

My orgasm done, I laid back, completely spent. My two lovers cuddled up next to me, and we laid there for a while. Jenn looked at the clock and said “Oh geez. I need to get home, it’s getting late.” She kissed me, then Gina, on the lips. 

“You know,” she said. “I still have a month before the baby comes. Do you two know what I can do to keep busy until then?”

Gina looked at me, then Jenn, and smiled. “Oh, I think we can find ways to entertain each other.” She rubbed my cock and looked at me. “That is, if you think you’re ‘up’ for it.”




The Temp Ch. 02



I moaned softly. “Mmmmmm…Well, it will sure be fun to try.”

Jenn smiled. “Good. See you guys tomorrow then? Around sixish?”

“We’ll be there,” I said.

“Good. And don’t forget – I can still report your affair to the boss”, she teased.

We all laughed together, knowing she’d be in trouble now too, if she ever reported us. And with that, Jenn walked out, leaving us alone. 

Gina and I got dressed and went back to her apartment. Too sore to do anything but sleep, we passed out after a quick dinner. I don’t know about Gina, but all I dreamed about was tomorrow, and fucking these two beauties all weekend long…



The Temp Ch. 02



This story is the second part in a romantic series about Mike and Jessica, a woman he hires for what he thinks is just a temporary basis. Reading the first part will help this segment make more sense. Part 1 is here.

--

Monday night I had a lot to think about. The previous weekend I was high with adrenaline about the potential for my relationship with Jessica. Now I pondered developments of the previous ten hours as the scotch twirled in my glass, the marbles long since warmed to room temperature and a soft wafting of smoke rose from the cigar I held. Jessica and I had spent many naked hours on the massage table and couch and if her kids didn't require being picked up, we would have spent all night there at the office. But what would tomorrow bring? 

There was no going back. How then do we go forward? The standard warnings against inter-office romances screamed in my brain. What would clients think if they found out? What about the professional chemistry we had established? Wasn't that at risk? My libido or my heart shouted questions back. Why should they find out? Why should our relationship and chemistry be limited to a professional relationship!? Each question bounced through my brain as the light fog of my cigar moved in. Finally, my will retaliated against my brain, heart and dick. What was the point of a riskless relationship? This was the most fun I'd ever had and I was going to embrace it and damn the potential consequences. 

There was only one thing left to consider. Jessica and I were running a successful consulting corporation so it wasn't like we could just knock off to fuck all day. There would have to be rules and structure for how things got done. Even as I pondered this, I realized I mentally put the corporation in the category of "We" and not "I." Six months ago this was an impossible suggestion. I would never share, would never want to share my company. Still, the company was in my name no matter what sales she brought in or solutions she had. I must bring some element of control to the situation. I made a few mental notes and put out my cigar. I thought it was a good plan. 

But what would Jess think? 

--

The next morning began with sunshine and an early start. Faint smiling dreams faded into the realization that I was awake. Three seconds later the events of the previous day flooded my mind and the smile became a grin as I leapt from my bed to address the day. By five thirty I was in the office, clad only in a pale blue silk robe, hammering away at my email in-box. If we were going to have the week I had planned, I would need to create a buffer to allow it. Pandora was playing in the corner; I think it was set to "Songs that don't sound like Queen but you wish they did." The music playing, the adrenalin for the day and a hundred emails calling for my attention I quickly became absorbed. 

So it was somewhat of a surprise when my senses suggested that I was no longer alone in my office. Hidden by the pounding syllables escaping the speakers, Jessica had slid into the doorway of my office. My gaze moved slowly up as I realized she was there. Her hands were on her tilted hips, red lipstick reflecting the light streaming through the window. Heels elevated her off the floor and black lace stockings crawled up her legs. The angle of her hips screamed out by the black panties she wore. 

The only other adornment she wore was the French blue tie that knotted loosely around her neck, dangling between her beautiful nude breasts and pointing playfully to where my eyes naturally fell anyway. She waited silently, letting me enjoy every inch of her beautiful body. Finally, when my eyes clawed their way up her body and met her piercing blue ones, she spoke. 

"Good morning, Sir. Would you prefer coffee, tea or me with your paper this morning?" 

"Good morning, Jessica. I would prefer the first and last options, please. No tea for me this morning." I watched Jessica spin around slowly several times, giving me the full view of the stockings and panties. The cut was so high in the back that it seemed there was nothing between the lace on her thighs and the waistband snug against her skin. 

When she returned, I observed that this morning Jessica lacked the slight hints of awkward nervousness she displayed yesterday. She entered the room as a confident woman at play, reveling in being the object of my desire and knowing that she would fulfill those desires. She placed the cup and paper on my desk and began an erotic dance for me. Her hips swayed and her fingers combing through her black hair. I watched her body move like a snake to the music as I sipped my coffee, my robe failing at any pretense of modesty. 

The song changed and Jessica toyed with the tie, as if pulling herself by that adornment toward me. I reached out and touched the skin between her panty and stocking, holding her hips between my palms. She released the tie and began playing with her own breasts, fingers squeezing her own flesh as she swayed between my grasp. Jessica's eyes closed and she gently bit her lip when I slid a finger up the crease in her black underwear. I felt her grind against my hand so I teased her, playing with the outer reaches and ignoring her sensitive core. 

Finally, I reached for her tie and pulled her to her morning duty. Instead of kneeling like she did the day before, Jess bent from the waist to kiss the very tip of my penis. I held the tie like a leash but it was all for pretence as she began drinking from me. Abandoning any bobbing she worked me over with her tongue, pulling the skin and with the suction she applied, barely had to move her angled body as I was irresistibly pulled into her mouth. I was stroking her cheek when I felt the first convulsions explode onto her tongue. Her fingers gripped my robe, holding us both in this bizarre formation. The aftershocks came swift and often, till finally I inhaled deeply and relaxed into my chair and released my grip on the tie. 

She paused, stood and then smiled, her mouth tightly closed. I lifted my coffee mug to her and whispered a toast, "To my lovely worker bee, Jessica!" 

I watched her throat move, swallowing my offering. She tilted her head toward me, "To my amazing boss, Michael!" Then she smiled and I watched that ass framed in black walk out of my office. 

--

One of the many emails I had answered early that morning was a request from Robert to do lunch -- on his dime, apparently. Ah! How I love my grateful customers! So among putting on clothes (I don't know about you but I don't work well in nothing but a robe!) and ordering flowers for my lovely Jessica, I reviewed his file. Depending on how the equity firm liked us or didn't, we might be looking for new customers. It certainly wouldn't be Robert's fault if they gave us the boot. But in order to be preemptive I had Jessica do some research on the acquiring firm to see if there were any relationships we could leverage. 

By 11:30 Robert and I were sipping our diet cokes and limes at Big 10 Bar and Grill waiting for our burgers. 

"I still can't thank you enough for helping me out last week. You saved the deal. It sounds like the equity guys really want to keep you on and you might get a few more clients with the rest of their portfolio!" Robert was enthusiastically waving his arms. 

Something I've noticed in my years of doing business, when you do right by someone, they are more excited to return the favor than just to do something nice to begin with. I'd known Robert for years, but this was the first time he tried to help me grow my business. Now with Jessica's help we had not only stopped the bleeding at his company, but also secured an equity investment that Robert needed to increase his market share. His reaction was that of a man trying to repay a debt that was greater than even he could estimate. 

"Bobby," I smiled, "You are very welcome. But I really can't take much of the credit. Jessica is the one who discovered the mismatch in valuation versus income. She took your file home, did some extra legwork and brought it to my attention." 

"You better take care of her, Mike. She's worth her weight in gold, that one!" 

"Oh, I did. Remember that small check you gave me?" The 'small' check was $20,000, so my mention of it raised his eyebrow. "I gave her half." 

"Should have given her all of it, if you're gonna brag her up like that!" 

"Now, now, I still have to pay her salary and keep the lights on!" 

"Actually, there was something that I was meaning to talk to you about. Jessica. What's her story?" 

I started wondering where he was taking this. Jessica was an attractive woman but I'd started thinking of her as my attractive woman for obvious reasons. There were still traces of her lipstick on my penis. She was not merely someone who worked for me to be preyed upon, even if by a friend and client. Well, maybe by me. Choosing my words carefully, I proceeded, "Well, I hired her a few months back. A friend of mine said she was really smart and was looking for an internship. At the time I thought she was just a college kid looking to explore the business world. Obviously that wasn't quite the case. I met with her and was really impressed. She has an MBA and used do banking. Had some kids and was looking to come back. Why? You looking for a date? I've met your wife. Not sure I want you two-timing with her!"

Robert laughed. "No, I'm not looking for a date. But if I were you I'd be leasing with an option to buy." I hoped I didn't blush too red. Despite the sunny day outside, the bar was pretty dark. "You've met Amanda, right?" I nodded. Amanda was Robert's wife and had joined us for a baseball game. "Amanda was very smart. When we met she had better grades than I did, was full of ideas and we started our business together. Hell, it was her idea! She thought we could source precision metals for medtech companies cheaper than the specialty shops. She was right and here we are."

Our burgers arrived and Robert grabbed his. I seized the moment to interject. "Robert, what do you mean, 'she was smart?' You talk about her like she died. She wasn't a box of rocks at the game we went to. She's still pretty. Are you sure you're not just getting bored?" 

I picked up my own burger while Robert wiped his mouth and swallowed. "Mike, no, no. Not bored. Just . . . how can I put this without sounding like I'm bitching about the woman I love? I think I'm just disappointed a little. I married my partner. She picked up what I missed and I did the same for her. After six years, we had a few kids and she stayed home. When they went to school, I asked her if she wanted to come back but she wasn't interested. We had started making real money and she spent time with her friends. Shopping, travel. I got it. We could afford it. But we lost our common cause. Now fifteen years later, I have my life and she has hers."

"What does this have to do with Jessica?" 

"Jessica came back. She walked away, but she came back and engaged professionally. I see how you two interact. It's almost like you alternate being each other's sidekicks. You solve problems, fix things." 

"That's pretty accurate," I nodded. "I never thought I'd have a professional partner, but we really work well together." We both munched our lunches for a few minutes before I picked up the thread again. "So, um, are you wanting us to do some marital counseling?" 

"No! None of that psychological bullshit. I was golfing out at Northview on Saturday and I was talking about it with my foursome. All of us own businesses and we have a regular tee time. Each of us either have a spouse who disengaged. Two of us were divorced. One of the guys found a trophy wife but she's not his partner like we're talking about. She's just his 24 year old pussy. Just someone less vindictive to spend his money." Robert paused then continued. "Maybe you and Jessica can put on a little roundtable for couples. I can put quite a few owners in a room for you. Good marketing for you and maybe some of us can get a vision for working with our wives again. Or them working with us."

The idea of free marketing to get in front of more business owners was enticing. But what would we talk about? 

"Ok, Bobby. Let me discuss it with Jessica. I want to pick her brain about it. In a sense it's a combination of vision and detail. I have a big picture perspective. You see it in how I'm helping you increase sales. Jess sees the detail. That's how she picked up the losses in your case. But it's a trust and respect issue, too." 

"You put it on and I'll help you fill the room. Its worth discussing even if nothing comes of it." 

"Deal. Just don't blame me if it ruins any marriages!" 

"Fair enough," Robert grinned. "You pick up the tab for me providing you sales consulting for a change." 

"Alright, alright." 

--

As I walked back into our office space I was jumped on by Jessica. Her legs wrapped around me and lips smashed against mine. My hands grabbed her ass through a lime green sundress she definitely had not been wearing when she left my office earlier that morning and I melted into her kiss. To help with the balance I pressed her against the wall. She combed her fingers through my hair and our tongues did a light ballet between our lips. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock and her soft moans. 

A long while later I sat her butt on her desk next to the tulips I had ordered. She reached over and pulled the card out, making a show of reading it to me. "To Jessica. From your Secret Admirer. Hmmm. Someone out there likes me! Can you believe it?" Her lips were mocking me but her eyes sparkled. 

"Someone must! I wonder who that could be?" Two could play this little game and I was good at it. 

"I don't know, but if I ever find out who it is, you are going to be missing your little black haired assistant! I'm tellin' ya!" Jessica leaned back, stretching her body out catlike, causing her breasts to press against the thin fabric. Her stockings curved out on her crossed legs. 

"Depends," I prevaricated as I admired her strapless shoulders and the curve of her neck. "Will those be billable hours?" 

"Depends on whether there is an inter-office billing code, I would suspect." 

It was not often I was beaten at my own game, but that left me with an abashed smile, "Touché!" 

"How was lunch with Robert? Or can I call him Bobby, too?" Jessica raised her eyebrows in mock hope. 

"That would be Mr. Bobby to you," I tried to claim some dignity. "Lunch with Bobby was good. He had a very interesting proposition for us. And yes it is billable, but I don't think he'll send you flowers after." 

"So what does Mr. Bobby want us to do?" 

"He wants you -- and maybe me, too -- to do seminars for business owners and their wives. We had a lengthy conversation about spouses, well, wives specifically, who are instrumental early on in their husbands' careers but who disengage after kids but don't come back when the kids go to school. Robert saw what you and I are able to do together and it reminded him of when he and his wife started MetalFab." 

"He wants us to put on a seminar about marital and professional chemistry?" 

"Something like that."

"Ok, that will take a lot of planning, but there are a number of things I could talk about from a woman's point of view. It would certainly get us introduced to more clients. It's a clever niche to chase. How about you? Can you talk about the male perspective on our relationship for business guys without suggesting that they just fuck their in their wives in their offices?" 

I grinned, "Yeah, but that might be a good place for them to start!" 

"Thanks for the flowers, Boss Man." 

Turning toward my office, I winked, "You are most welcome, Worker Bee." 

-- 

I spent the bulk of the afternoon working on other projects. I wanted Jessica right after lunch but there was too much to do. Remembering my ruminations from the previous night I knew I had to keep up with the work and our morning fun had provided some satisfaction for me. While that logic was a bit one sided, I pulled myself together and reviewed some financials for a new client and started drafting a channel development program for them. Two hours later, I printed it and clipped it into their binder. 

The mail must have arrived while I was at lunch as the stack of envelopes sat on the corner of my desk. Among the stamps there were a few white business envelopes and one large manila envelope. Looking at the return addresses I deduced which ones were bills and checks. It looked like there was only one check today. Alas. 

There were no markings on the large manila envelope. The few of these I received often contained large sheaves of paper containing financials, business plans, resumes from people my clients were looking at hiring and wanted an outside perspective on. This one felt mostly empty, just a slight something in the middle. Unclasping it I opened it and peeked inside. One folded sheet of paper lay inside with some black cloth. I pulled the paper out and dumped the cloth on the desk. Jessica's black panties she wore that morning fell on my keyboard and I gripped the desk with surprised arousal. Swallowing hard, I unfolded the sheet of paper. 

"To my secret admirer."

My fingers scraped the desk as I leaned back in my chair. Reaching for the phone I punched out her extension, regulating my breathing before touching the last digit. 

"This is Jessica." 

"Jessica, I've got a task for you. Can you come here?"

"Sure thing, Boss. Gimme a minute."

I stood. I wasn't going to treat this like her playful morning obligation. When she walked in my office I grabbed her and kissed her violently. Her nails dug into my skin with ferocious passion. She pulled my hair, lifting my mouth off hers so she could rebuke me, "What the fuck were you waiting to open the mail for? I put a payment from Steve on top. Figured you'd go for that. I thought I'd have to masturbate!" 

What could I do but apologize, "I'm sorry. I completely missed it."

"Well you're going to have to make it up to me." I let her slide to the floor and she grabbed me by my tie and dragged me to her desk. "It's my turn." She hiked up her skirt and sat on her desk, spreading her legs. Grabbing my head she leaned back and pulled my mouth to her pussy. "Can't you read anything? For a guy who works with people for a living, I thought you could tell when I was throwing myself at you. You remember, when I fucking THREW myself at you?" 

"Mmmf! Sorry." 

"Don't sorry me, Mr. Bossman. You lick that pussy." 

Her fingers released my hair and I sat in her chair, sliding my tongue between moist lips. The moisture from her arousal had been building for hours. I nibbled her little hairs with my lips, pulling them tight, then circling my tongue around a little bump of flesh. I pulled her labia apart and moved my central finger inside her. I kissed around her lips and licked between her two sets of lips. 

"Mmm. That's good. I thought I was the only one in this office who knew how to give head." 

Jessica threw her head back as I hit a particularly good spot with my fingers or tongue, I don't know which since both were very busy. My mouth was glistening with the juice from her as I pressed my mouth deeper into her, teasing her lips with gentle probes. 

"If only there was a working dick around here. Michael!" I looked up from between her legs. "Do I need to hire a consultant? Or are you man enough to fuck me?"

"Stand up you horny wench." 

"Mmmm. Yes, Sir!" 

I pulled Jessica to her feet and slid her strapless sundress down her body. She unbuttoned my pants while I pulled off my shirt. We were soon naked in the atrium of our own office, our exposed bodies on display to no one but the birds outside our office. I lifted Jess up and thrusted deep into her eager body. 




The Temp Ch. 02



-- 

Hours and another deliciously wasted afternoon I cuddled Jessica's sweating body with my own spent form on my couch. The silk yellow sheet rested on us while my fingers toyed with an errant nipple. Her hand was curled around my now limp penis. 

"Well, Boss, you do take care of your employees. I'm sorry for doubting you!"

"I forgive you for your lack of faith, darling."

"I think Robert has a good point. I understand his wife's side of that. But he is right. I 'came back' as he put it. Maybe we can provide some insights." 

"Yeah, but I still think them fucking in the office is a big help," I twisted a nipple and was rewarded with a giggling yelp. 

"We've only done that twice. I think we need more research." Jessica turned over, facing me and kissing my neck. 

"Well, Worker Bee, I fully agree!" I grabbed her beautiful body as we started another round.



The Temp Ch. 03



The Temp follows a married man's psychological journey engendered by his secretary's domination, and for coherency, it is suggested that earlier chapters be read first.

On my way to work Wednesday morning, I confronted an unsettling truth: Not only had my resistance to Veronica’s domination been futile, I no longer wanted to even try to resist. Strong feelings of guilt had been usurped by the powerfully erotic thrill that came from my submission. The arousal was so intense, the desire to serve her so overwhelming, that the recurring images of my humiliating behavior were keeping me in a state of almost perpetual erection. And each time I considered satisfying my ever-present need for release, recalling Veronica’s voice forbidding me to do so acted like a drug that kept me under her control, and left me even more stimulated.

Oddly, even though my thoughts about Veronica were so sexually charged, completely absent from those thoughts was the obvious and normal desire to make love to her. My obsession with Veronica focused solely on the bizarre turn-on I felt when degraded by her. In fact, my passionate love and desire for my wife had not diminished in any way. Yet, something compelled me to obey Veronica’s demand that I receive her permission before release, so Tuesday night I had avoided making love to my wife. It proved in no uncertain terms that Veronica had become a very dangerous presence in my life.

Work was piled at my desk, but I could do nothing except think about Veronica’s pending arrival, and the excitement that greeting her in the prescribed manner would bring. At 10:30, she finally appeared. Today dressed casually in workout attire, Veronica took just two steps into my office and then stopped, leaving the door open. It was clearly a test, for whatever I did would be seen by anyone passing by. But this time, I didn’t care about any possible repercussions. Countless hours of desperate throbbing in my painfully swollen cock had overridden any need for security or decorum. 

I rose and almost ran to her, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, but ecstatic to drop to my knees and shower her sneaker-clad feet with kisses. She was not at all surprised.

“That’s just lovely, Jack. I’m happy to see you too.”

She swung the door closed and walked passed me, but instead of stopping at her usual chair, she continued around my desk, sat down in my seat, and put her feet up.

“Oh, that feels good. I’ve been jogging for over an hour, Jack, and my feet could really use some attention.”

I rose and approached my desk. As I did, she pointed to the floor next to her.

“Come here, beside me,” she instructed.

I walked around my desk and knelt before her. She swung her legs off the desk, bringing one sneaker down on my thigh, and the other leg to rest on my shoulder. I untied the laces of the sneaker in front of me, removed it from her foot, and then removed her sock. The odor from her foot and the sweaty sneaker brought me back to our first encounter only two days before. So much had changed in 48 hours. I began to massage her foot, but she lifted her leg, and brought the bottom of her foot up to my face. I took a deep breath through my nose as I kissed the sole of her foot. The smell accentuated the depravity of the moment, and inspired my cock to try to exceed its already achieved maximum size. Although I still didn’t understand why my body responded in that way, the pleasure was undeniable.

“You should have been born in ancient times, Jack. You would have made such a good slave.” She rubbed her foot across my face. “You wish you could be my slave, don’t you Jack?”

“Yes, Ms. Harper.”

She lowered her foot and allowed me to continue the massage. After several minutes, she switched the position of her legs, and I removed her other sneaker. Again, she placed her sole against my face and let it linger there, watching with satisfied amusement as I passionately caressed her aromatic foot. Eventually, Veronica withdrew her foot, interrupting my worship.

“Jack, I have a problem for you to solve. I need to go to the bathroom now, but I don’t want to put my sweaty socks and sneakers back on. And I don’t want to walk down the hall and into the bathroom in bare feet. So what am I to do?”

“About going to the bathroom?”

“Yes, Jack. I have to pee. What are you going to do so I don’t have to make the trip down the hall?”

I looked around my office for something that might do the job. There, on a shelf, was an engraved silver Revere bowl I had been given in recognition of my team’s first place finish in a sales competition. I offered Veronica the bowl.

“Wonderful Jack. That will do just fine. Now go fetch it for me, and then turn your back to give me some privacy.”

I retrieved the bowl, and turned my back to her as instructed. As I heard the rustling of her clothing behind me, I thought about her reference to my being her slave. It was now clear that Veronica had no desire for me other than as a toy for her entertainment. But frighteningly, that is exactly what I craved. Now, having assigned me to slave status, she apparently felt I did not deserve to even view her in her current state of partial nudity.  

I heard the unmistakable sound of her pee hitting the silver bowl; a steady stream that continued for about 15 seconds, followed by a few additional short squirts. How symbolic that this silver trophy marking my success had been reduced to serving as a receptacle for her piss. I heard her pull up her pants and sit back down in the chair.

“You may return to your position, Jack.”

I turned to kneel again, and I saw that she had set the bowl on the floor between her feet. I offered to remove it, but she told me that I’d have a chance to empty it later. As I knelt, she brought her legs up to rest on my shoulders again.

“You did very well coming up with the bowl idea, Jack. I feel much better now. But I’m afraid disposing of my pee presents you with a new problem. If you carry it down the hall to the bathroom, you’ll never be able to get passed the secretaries. They would certainly wonder why you’re carrying your silver bowl so carefully, and stop you to see what was in it. I can just see you trying to explain walking around with a bowl full of piss. And you can’t wait until everyone’s gone at the end of the day, because by then it will have such a rancid smell. You can’t have your office smelling like a public bathroom, now can you? No, Jack, you’ll have to think of something else.”

I looked around my office for inspiration, but there was no place to empty the bowl. Even my office windows were sealed. She leaned forward in her chair, which shifted more weight to her legs resting on my shoulders, and forced my upper body lower. 

“That’s the challenge, Jack. How are you going to get rid of my pee?”

Even as I bent forward, I continued to try to look around for ideas. But Veronica began to fold her legs inward, crossing them and applying pressure with her calves to the back of my head, forcing it to tilt downward, and bringing the bowl below me into view.

“You’re not focusing, Jack. What can you do with it?”

She leaned in closer, adding more force from her legs, and my upper body continued to drop lower. The bowl was about a foot below my face when I suddenly felt her hands on the back of my head. Veronica leaned in and whispered as she pushed my head lower.

“How will you get rid of my piss, Jack?”

Instinctively, I tried to counter her pressure, but my neck muscles were no match for her arm strength. She forced my head down until it reached the top of the bowl, my face now so close to the bowl’s contents that my breathing created ripples. Her own idea for how I could dispose of her pee required no further articulation. As she held my head in place at the bowl’s surface, I felt my heart racing, and I silently cursed the strange obsession that had both led me to this predicament, and even now prevented me from getting up. I knew what she wanted me to say, and my conspiring cock insisted that I not defy her.

“What could you do, Jack?” she taunted again, and I muttered my reply into the bowl.

“I could drink it.”

“Ooooh. Would you like to drink my piss, Jack?”

“No.”

“But you will drink it if I tell you to, won’t you Jack?”

What had happened to me? How could even this disgusting proposition turn me on? I tried one more time to summon the strength to resist. Veronica sensed my moment of hesitation, and knew exactly how to zero in for the kill.

“In fact, you’d love it if I made you drink it, wouldn’t you Jack?”

“No,” I whispered, knowing I was lying.

“You even wish I’d make you beg to drink it, don’t you Jack?”

Each taunt sent an explosive shock wave through my cock. I could do nothing to stop this nightmare because every erotic fiber of my being was feeding off this humiliation.

“Don’t you want to have to beg me to drink it, Jack?”

“Yes.”

“Go ahead, Jack… Beg me.”

“Please…” I began, almost crying into the bowl.

“Please what, Jack?”

“Please let me drink your piss.”

“You want to be my personal toilet, Jack?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, Jack. You may drink my pee, but only if you drink every last drop.”

I lowered my face into the bowl, and began to lap up her pee the way a dog drinks water from its dish. All of my senses were on overload: The smell, the taste, the humiliation, the excruciating ache in my rigid cock. All had combined to bring me to a mental and physical place I had never been before. Blood was surging through my cock under such pressure, it felt as if it could literally explode. I continued to drink until I drained the bowl, and when it was empty, I licked the bottom.

Panting, I finally stopped and stared into the empty bowl, too embarrassed and shaken to look up. There was no pride in my accomplishment, only shame. But even shame took a back seat to my all-consuming need for release. I was desperate for her permission, because in my mind, Veronica did now control my cock. I had just consumed a bowl of her piss to prove it. 

“Please, Ms. Harper,” I whispered.

“What is it, Jack?”

“I need to cum. I can’t bear how much it hurts.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Jack. Stand up and lower your pants, so I can see your poor cock. I have a reward for you for being such a good boy.”

A ray of hope flashed through my pounding head. At last, she was going to take pity on me and grant me that tiny push needed to send me over the edge. Quickly, I was standing with my cock free and jutting toward her, more painfully engorged than it had ever been. Veronica reached into her bag, and pulled out a short plastic strap.

“This is just like a hospital wrist band, Jack. But, I like to call it a cock collar, because this one doesn’t go around your wrist. And Jack, you had better not cum while I’m putting this on you.”

Veronica edged forward in the chair, and guided the strap from under my balls to around the top of the base of my cock. The light touch of her fingers on my over-stimulated cock was easily enough to get me off, but I focused all my energy on fighting the urge. She tightened the band, which squeezed the underside of my sac and forced my balls up and forward. My teeth clenched as I felt that pre-ejaculation sensation. Veronica locked the band in position as I remained at the brink, and she sat back in her chair while my cock bobbed in the air, anticipating the eruption that had been denied.

“That name tag is your reward, Jack. But instead of your name, it reads ‘Property of Ms. Harper’. Now you have a constant, physical reminder that your cock belongs to me.”

“But, I…?”

“Oh, I know. You thought I was going to let you cum? You’ve been good today Jack, but you still haven’t earned that privilege. As my slave, you must learn self-control. Now, go ahead and pull up your pants.”

Defeated, yet stimulated by her calling me her slave, I did as I was told, adjusting to the sensation of the plastic band wrapped securely around my cock and balls. She’d pulled it so tight that even if I wasn’t hard, there would be no way to slip the band off. I began to think about the implications of my new identification tag. How could I possibly hide this from my wife? Veronica, meanwhile, happily made those implications perfectly clear.

“You realize that just like a hospital bracelet, the only way to remove it is to cut it off.”

She stood up, and leaned in closely towards me.

“But, I know you won’t cut it off, Jack… because you want to be branded as my slave.”

She moved her body up against mine, her lips whispering directly into my ear.

“You want it so badly; you’ll even risk your wife discovering my name tag on you.”

Veronica suddenly grabbed my cock through my pants, and held it tightly. I shut my eyes and gnashed my teeth, frantically fighting off the driving urge to cum right at that moment. She continued in a soft voice.

“You have such wonderful slave potential. Perhaps tomorrow you’ll earn the privilege of cumming for me.”

I was completely at her mercy. The combination of her touch, her scent, her breath on my ear, and the stimulating words she spoke, all conspired to leave me weak in the knees. Veronica stepped back to retrieve her bag, while I continued to stand with my eyes closed, slowly regaining control. I heard the door open, and as I opened my eyes and looked over, I saw Veronica walk out.

I picked up the silver bowl that I had licked clean, and returned it to its former place of honor. Each step I took generated a sensation in my groin as my underwear brushed against my pushed up balls, and the edges of the strap dug into my skin. The friction forced me to pause every few steps, just to keep myself from going over the edge.

I had become the stereotypical male who lets his cock do his thinking, and now Veronica’s ownership collar, both literally and figuratively, had me by the balls. I had willingly become her slave, and every movement I made was a reminder of that fact. I was sinking deeper into an abyss, with seemingly no control over my freefall.

My mind was plagued with a devastating dilemma. Even as I felt almost physically sick at the thought that my actions could destroy my marriage, my body still insisted that I obey Veronica’s commands. I plotted how to keep the property tag private, and how to make it through the night without cumming. I was miserable, and yet my misery was not sufficient motivation to cut off the strap and end my suffering. I could only wait helplessly, and wonder how I would survive what laid ahead.  



The Temp Ch. 03



Good morning. My name is Jessica. My boss Michael has been writing about me and I thought I'd chime in with my perspective. My initial thought thinking about outsiders reading it is that I'm a slut. I'm not. Or so I keep telling myself. But I can see how my giving my boss a blowjob with his coffee each morning could lead someone to that conclusion. I would like to think that my new job has restored the confidence I lost after my divorce, confidence in myself as a person, as a talented professional and as a woman who is in a rewarding relationship. But I'm not writing to convince myself because I'm happy and I don't really care what you think.

Eighteen months ago my husband Phil told me that he had been cheating on me. I'd always suspected it but never really had any concrete proof. To some degree I didn't care. My life consisted of taking care of my kids and keeping our house in order so Phil's infidelity did not come as a surprise. The sex had gone out of our marriage and I found real meaning as I focused on the kids. The problem for me wasn't that some floozy was servicing him, it was that he fell in love with her and wanted to upset our organized little apple cart. 

Twelve months later we were filing papers and organizing who was going to get the kids. It was pretty amicable since I was the primary caretaker and he was a decent dad. The only "bad guy" in the story, I felt, was the woman who stole his heart and thrown sand in the well oiled machine that cared for our kids. Phil signed an agreement to pay me $500 a week in alimony, a bit more in child care and the full tuition for the kids at Liber Academy, a high end private school. Some things were in front of a judge now, but I wanted to be done with him. The only hooks I had left for him were for the kids. 

Only afterward did I find out that there was some logic in the timing. Phil had been dating his floozy for a year with the plan that when they were both old enough for school, he'd get out. The story always goes that the husband never leaves, but in this case he really did. Both kids went into school in September and by January I looked at my monthly stipend from him and realized I needed to get a job. 

I spoke with a number of friends about it and Micah, a really dear friend, made some connections for me. One led to my meeting Michael. He ran a consulting firm and Micah made it sound like it wasn't going to be a long term gig, more something to help me get on my feet and meet some new people in the professional world again. Mike was smart, funny and from the outset I was never very clear on how he made money, but it seemed to be going well for him. I secretly suspected he made me an offer because of his friendship with Micah and he owed Micah. 

He made a generous offer for a four month "internship" as he called it. It was a pretty good package to offer someone who hadn't been in the professional game for a while. It was at this point I asked a question that I think turned our entire future. I asked him what I would get if I found a new client for him. His eyes lit up and he became very enthusiastic about that. And it wasn't the money. It was like the lights came on behind those blue eyes of his and a zeal came over him: I was Suddenly an Interesting Person. 

I'm not a sales person but in my previous professional life I had to cut through the shit and closed a few larger deals for my bank. I figured if I could get new clients it might prove a longer term opportunity or I might get a chance to demonstrate my talents. God knows there wasn't anything in banking available. Maybe I could parlay this into a CFO gig with one of his clients, or Mike would recommend me to someone that would be a more permanent position. 

--

I started with Mike about a week before summer school started for the kids. The thing that probably surprised me when we spent time together was that for all Michael's intelligence he was kind of an airhead. He would work in starts and fits, accomplishing loads in a few hours of really amazing diligence. And then he'd sit and watch TV or practice putting. And here is where I am going to sound like a slut. He could have had me probably a week or two after I started, but it had nothing to do with me needing sex. I did need something and he provided it. 

Like I said, Phillip cheated on me before we divorced and now was living with his new girlfriend. The least I could do was return the favor. Plus as a mother of two grade school kids, my odds of getting laid were "non-existent" to "quit asking me!" It happened the weekend before I started working for Michael. Phil dropped off the kids after a week with him and the bitch – I'm sorry, the new "woman in his life" – and he was a bit horny. I suspected the girlfriend was visiting her aunt Flo and I knew he regarded that like leprosy. 

I sent the kids out and they went to their friends' to play. Tea with Phil led to remembering good times. Reminiscing led to Sex. After several blind dates from helpful friends, I wasn't comfortable with a random hook up and Phil already knew his way around my body. It wasn't a hard sell for him to get me to follow him into the bedroom. In the middle of everything I wondered why I hadn't hooked up with him more frequently. He was a cheating bastard. Might as well make some use of that convenient fact. We played for about an hour before he brought me to a familiar shudder. We tried to cuddle, but there was no affection in it so I got up and took a shower. The water was streaming into the tub when I caught myself in the mirror. I didn't like what I saw. I had become the woman he had left me for. For a short second I felt a twinge of pity for her. I wanted to feel a sense of accomplishing my revenge, but I couldn't. 

I couldn't fuck Phil again. I swore that to myself late Friday night after Phil left. I had called my folks to get the kids. They had been very good to me in the past few years and I think they knew I was going to have a rough night. When I called, Mom asked if I had a date that night. I said no, that I was getting together with some girlfriends. When she picked them up I know she saw the lie in my eyes. We were too close for her not to, but she let me pretend my secret wasn't discerned. I killed a bottle of wine that night before starting on something stronger. 

I decided to find a new man. Someone worthy of my affections and someone I actually respected. Looking back, I had no idea I'd be sharing an office with that someone Monday morning. 

So like I said, Mike could have had me pretty early on in our relationship. I was looking for respect to redeem myself from the divorce and from my giving into Phil the previous weekend. I wasn't going to throw my entire career away on a chance with playing with the boss, but Mike was respectful and really valued what I did for him. 

If you haven't read about the first few weeks of working together, Mike tells our story here (Part 1 and Part 2). He doesn't include the little things that attracted me to him: the slight two fingered touches to my back whenever we stood next to each other, the way I'd catch him staring out the window while he waited for what he called "lightening on the brain" or how he would just throw himself into his work. But I'll forgive him for not noticing. 

If my interest in finding new clients for Mike was his trigger point for me, mine was when he took me aside that first Friday and insisted I buy some new clothes. I went home and looked in my closet at the grays and browns and blacks and dark blues. What passed for acceptable female attire at my former employer was an accurate description of my state of spirit. No more! It was all going away. I just hoped he wouldn't expect nylons like the bank did. 

As I shopped that weekend I threw most of the old Jessica into boxes in the attic and bought the most joyful clothes I could find. The hues of greens and yellows and bright blues made my closet happier, or at least they made me happier. 

-- 

So let me fast forward a few weeks to the day after Mike's lunch with Robert. The Bossman and I divided up who would research what we could do for couples. The next morning I came in at 7:45, excited about the overall potential for the day. But first I had our morning ritual to execute. I started some water boiling and went into the ladies room. 

This morning I stripped everything off and hung it on a hanger. Digging into my handbag I pulled out thigh high patent leather boots with impossibly high heels. It had been so long since I wore these that I had to practice walking back and forth between the sink and the door. Finally I looked in the mirror and wrapped myself in the full length mink coat I had been given as a Christmas present with my last year end bonus at the bank. They knew I was leaving and wanted to give me something special. Today I would share the gift! Tying it around my body I looked in the mirror. It was impossible to tell if I was wearing anything underneath. 

I poured Michael's coffee from the French press into his cup that said, "Michael's Cup!" and tucked the newspaper under my fur clad arm. Carefully stepping I walked into his office and waited for him to look up. In a second of panic I hoped he wasn't a rabid environmentalist concerned about little furry creatures. And a second later, when he looked up, I knew that wasn't a problem. 

"Well, hello there little Minx!" Michael laughed. "Too bad I put my traps away." 

"Too bad!" I swayed my hips in playful suggestion. "Wonder what they might have caught?" 

"Something worth catching, I'm sure."

"Stand up, Bossman. You're going to dance with me." I grabbed the remote and clicked over to a Michael Bublé CD I had left in there the night before. Mike stood, wearing just his robe and put his arms around me. "Ah, ah, ah. Bossman. You're going to take off your clothes for this one." I undid the knot in front of him and held it open for him while he shrugged his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. 

"This is quite the change of pace. Me naked and you fully dressed in your winter coat." 

"Are you complaining about the way I suck your dick?"

"No! Um . . ." 

"Because that's what it sounded like to me. You were complaining about getting a blowjob. I could go down the hall and find someone else, someone more grateful . . ."

"No, no!" Michael reached out and put his arm around my fur covered body and took my right hand in his left. I reached around behind him and gave his naked ass a squeeze. We went sailing through Come Fly with Me which segued into I've Got You Under My Skin. Mike started singing along. 

"In spite of a warning voice which comes in the night and repeats in my ear!" 

I picked up, "Don't you know, you fool, you never can win!" With my free hand I undid the knot and placed my hand back on his naked thigh, pressing closer to him in the morning light. 

"Because I've got you . . . under my skin!" He reached underneath my coat and slid his hand around my naked waist. "Oh! I'd rather go naked under my fur?" 

We stopped swaying and just held each other, the music washing over us and I reached up and pulled his head to mine and kissed him. I'm not an overly sentimental woman, divorce does that to a person. Or it did it to me. But I think time stopped for a while there. I felt his hands on my warm back, my own hands touching the cold skin of a man standing naked in his office. 

I pushed him slowly back into his chair and opened my fur coat fully, giving his eyes what they wanted to look at. I crossed my legs and lowered myself between his legs. I spent some time just looking at the head of his cock. I bet he wouldn't think it manly to be compared to a flower, but a hard penis always reminds me of a lady slipper, the bulbous purple flower with an pulsing protrusion. I began licking delicately, as if it really were the flower and any pressure would crush it. He was already horny but I felt him stretching out, filling like a water balloon under my touch. 

Lowering my mouth I let the moisture of my tongue brush against the bottom of his penis, my nose inhaling the manly scent of his body. I am perpetually grateful that soap manufacturers cannot completely remove the scent of a man, his angular smells filling my nostrils while he himself filled my mouth with his own little god. My eyes were closed, but I know he watched. Mike has this little habit of touching my face and my hair when I'm sucking him off. The tender attention he gives makes me want to look at him, but I was determined to deny him my eyes as long as I could. I twisted my head and began solid thrusts, feeling his girth pressing my mouth open wider. 

I kept this up for a few minutes, tracing my fingertips across his balls, feeling for any twitch that might suggest an early ending. There was none so I pulled my mouth off of him and grasped him in my hand. I used my tongue in swift licking from the base of his shaft and tasted the touch of sweat. With light tugs I rubbed my thumb along the bottom of his cock and that's when I feel his telltale twitch. I returned my mouth to his cock and begin sucking him wetly, lubricating him. My left hand's fingers curled around Michael's balls waiting, feeling. I began stroking him with my right hand, my mouth now reserved for the head of his delicious cock. I stopped moving and open my eyes and caught him smiling at me. His eyes flickered and I saw him grit his teeth, resisting the pleasure that started to overwhelm him. I bobbed deep, taking him as deep as I could go, my tongue gliding slowly along the bottom of his shaft at each slow release. There was a sudden flinch, Michael's ass clenched tight and he thrusted slightly off the chair. 

I tasted it before I felt it. The light liquid flowed between my lips in slow spurts of gel, filling my mouth incrementally. I tried not to smile as Mike spasmatically grabbed his own hair in an awkward display of pleasure. My tongue spoke of salt, caramel and baking soda, bitter and sweet. I kept dragging my tongue along the bottom of his penis, tempting more sperm from him and keeping him flailing. 

Finally Mike opened his eyes, a spent smile covered his face. My mouth was still full, but I smiled back and I swallowed while he watched. As his cock went flaccid I sucked more of it into my mouth and sucked the last little drops out of it before he interrupted, "Oh god, Jess, you have to stop. I can't take it!" 

I slid my mouth off his cock and lifted it in my hand to give the head a little kiss. A playful look crossed his eyes and he bent over me and pressed his lips to mine. I wasn't expecting this. My mouth still tasted of salt as his tongue split my teeth and touched mine. I felt his smile as I kneeled naked before my boss. Finally he ended the kiss. 

"Excellent job, Worker Bee." 

"I live for those words, you know that, right?"



The Temp Ch. 04



Jack and Veronica's journey ends here. Please note this concluding chapter will have much more meaning if you have read the preceding chapters. Thank you to all for your past and future feedback.

I was beginning to feel schizophrenic. My mood was swinging violently from euphoric arousal to apocalyptic depression. I could close my eyes, and images of my submission to Veronica would send me into an extended state of erotic bliss, with every microbe of my being focused on the pleasure emanating from my perpetually pulsing cock. Then, fear and depression would take hold, and I'd suddenly find myself thinking about the man who confesses that he lost his home and business due to his gambling compulsion, or the man who couldn't overcome his drinking problem until after he ruined his marriage. And I wondered if that man was me.

Was I that far gone? Could I permit my behavior to become that self-destructive? A reality check did nothing to allay my fear. At that very moment, while lying in my bed next to my wife, the identification strap which read "property of Ms. Harper" was locked securely around my cock and balls. All it would take to be discovered was for my wife to decide that she wanted to play, and reach out for my cock.

Veronica's words played over and over in my head. "You want to be my slave so badly that you'll even risk your wife discovering it." How could it be true? And yet, there I was putting my marriage at risk just to satisfy this inexplicable sexual desire. A previously intelligent, cautious man, I was now making life decisions based solely on the needs of my cock, a cock controlled by the euphoric sensation that came from doing Veronica's bidding.

And if, in fact, I was truly at Veronica's mercy, what then? Would there be no demand I could refuse? No indignity I wouldn't suffer? Would my desperate need to be her slave, actually lead me to ruin? Those were the questions that offset the thrill, and swung my mental pendulum back to depression.

That depression was reinforced on Thursday when Veronica never showed up for work. I could barely focus on my job, and knew that the quality of my work was suffering. In addition, I continued to do all of Veronica's work so nobody would become suspicious about her absence. By 5:00, I knew I'd have to stay late to get the essentials taken care of, and I called my wife to advise her of my timing.

"What do you mean you have to work late tonight?"

I was taken aback by the question. My wife knew I only worked late when I had to, and she had never questioned my doing so in the past.

"I've got all this work that has to get done," I began to explain, but she cut me off.

"No, I don't mean that. Did you forget that Veronica is coming for dinner tonight?"

My heart stopped, and my mouth literally fell open. A thousand questions raced through my mind. What in the world was she talking about? Veronica coming to dinner?!? Though my wife knew I had a temp this week, I was absolutely sure that I had never even mentioned Veronica by name. But there was no other Veronica she could be talking about. What did my wife know? The seconds were ticking by, and I had to say something.

"What?" was all I could manage.

"You've got some explaining to do, Jack. Such as why you felt the need to invite this temp to our home for dinner? And how you could forget to tell me about it, so now I've got almost no time to get everything ready? And don't tell me now that you're coming home late. She's going to be here at 6:00, and I have absolutely no interest in entertaining her by myself."

"Hon, I'm sorry. I must have forgotten. You, uh, spoke with her?"

"Fortunately, yes. If she hadn't called to ask me what she could bring, I would have been totally unprepared. I must have sounded like an idiot not knowing that she was going to be our guest this evening, but she was very sweet about it. So finish up, and get home pronto, okay?"

"Right. Sure. Sorry."

I hung up the phone, and felt suddenly nauseous. Everything was spiraling out of control. I had no way to contact Veronica to dissuade her from following through with her plan, whatever it was. In one hour she would be in my home, talking to my wife about who knows what? As I frantically considered my options, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Jack, I'm so sorry I couldn't make it to work today."

"Veronica, what the hell are you doing? Why did you call my wife and invite yourself to dinner?"

"I understand you're surprised, Jack, so I'm going to be extremely generous and ignore that rude outburst. I invited myself to dinner because I decided it would be fun to sit next to your wife while picturing you worshipping me. And you want me to have fun, right Jack? You want to do whatever makes me happy, don't you Jack? 

"Veronica, please."

"Remember your place, Jack. And let me hear you beg."

"Ms. Harper, please. I'll do anything you ask, just please don't bring my wife into this."

"Mmm. Sorry Jack. Your wife is already expecting me, and I don't want to be impolite. I just called to give you a word of warning: If you want things to go well tonight, do not remove your property collar. Understand?"

"Please don't do this."

"If you're very good, you may even get to cum. See you in an hour, Jack."

And with that, she hung up. I put down the phone and sat there in a stupor. What could I do? I looked down at the bulge in my crotch, picturing Veronica's property tag inside my pants. Her words stimulated and horrified me at the same time. How could I go home still wearing it under these circumstances? And yet, if I didn't do as Veronica instructed, she'd made it clear I would regret it. I had to leave it on, and pray that Veronica did not betray me. And, I had to leave immediately if there was any hope of getting home before Veronica got there.

The anxiety during my drive home was palpable. I was already sweating just from the anticipation of the encounter; how would I possibly survive this evening with my world intact? I felt a flicker of understanding for people who are driven to extreme measures out of desperation. I needed to do something to make this nightmare go away. But all I could do was tell myself over and over what a jerk I was for digging my own grave.

When I arrived home, the absence of an unfamiliar car in front of the house provided a moment of relief. At least I would be present to hear anything that Veronica said to my wife. But even that miniscule consolation soon disappeared as our doorbell rang moments after I got inside the house. My wife was busy in the kitchen, and I called out that I would get the door.

My already heightened apprehension skyrocketed when I opened the door and saw Veronica. She was dressed in a short black leather skirt, a black leather top accented with silver studs, and calf high, stiletto heel boots. I almost wished for a heart attack to put me out of my misery. Veronica looked at me and didn't move.

"The usual rules still apply, Jack", she said, extending her right foot forward slightly.

"Please, Veronica" I begged.

"All the rules, Jack, and be grateful I don't insist you call me Mistress."

"Yes, Ms. Harper."

I glanced back at the kitchen doorway, knowing my wife would walk through it at any moment, and as quickly as I could, I dropped to my knees and kissed Veronica's boots. With my heart pounding, I rose to my feet just as my wife emerged from the kitchen. Veronica walked through the entranceway, and as I closed the door behind her, I sensed that I had just permitted the devil into my home.

"Diane, this is Ms. Harper," I said, and as soon as the words came out of my mouth, I realized how ridiculous they sounded. My wife noticed also.

"Hello. Nice to meet you. It's Veronica, right?"

"Yes. Jack is always so formal at the office, but I think it's sweet that he calls me Ms. Harper. So many bosses have no respect for their secretaries. But Jack really knows the meaning of respect."

I had no doubt that Diane was shocked by Veronica's attire, but she hid it admirably. I offered to pour drinks, and Diane said she had more preparations to tend to. We left Veronica in the living room and slipped into the kitchen. As I opened a bottle of wine, and Diane stood at the stove, her curiosity could no longer be contained.

"So, does she dress that way at work?"

I chuckled to indicate I shared her surprise at Veronica's attire.

"No, it must just be her thing, you know, on a social level.

"She's quite striking, Jack. You never mentioned that your temp looks like Claudia Schiffer. You're lucky that I know you don't choose your own secretary."

"Funny. Well, you can rest comfortably knowing tomorrow is her last day."

I gave Diane her glass of wine and headed back to Veronica. She was seated comfortably, leaning back in our leather recliner with the footrest extended. In addition to her natural beauty, something about her leather outfit in the leather chair, contrasted by her bare thighs, was especially sexy, and as I handed her the glass, I was already hard.

"Show me your collar."

"Veronica. Ms. Harper, please" I whispered.

"I told you I wanted to have fun, Jack. And making you squirm for me is fun. Now show me you're still wearing my name tag."

I glanced quickly at the kitchen door, and then stepped back into the hallway, where Veronica could still see me, but where I'd be out of my wife's sightline if she should suddenly walk in. I undid my belt, lowered my pants, and exposed myself, property tag and all, to Veronica.

"Very good, Jack. Now come remove my boots and suck on my toes."

My nightmare was intensifying. Veronica knew I couldn't refuse her commands, because doing so would encourage her to reveal everything to Diane. Yet she was putting me at tremendous risk by demanding I submit to her in my own home, virtually in my wife's presence.

"And don't whine each time I tell you to do something, because I'm not going to give you a second chance. Now, come and serve your Mistress, slave."

And that was it. She had summed up my situation in one tidy sentence. Veronica knew I was going to serve her as she ordered me to. Though I loved only my wife, at the same time I was Veronica's slave, and my near bursting cock gave me no hope that I could refuse her.

I hurried to Veronica, removed her boots, and knelt down with my back to the kitchen. I lowered my head and sucked her toes, knowing that any second Diane could walk in. The scent of her feet made my head swoon, and was almost enough to transport me away from the horrifying reality of the scene. But not quite. I finished giving each toe individual attention as quickly as I could and stood up, retreating backwards into the hallway as I heard my wife enter the room.

I forced my rigid cock back into my pants and quietly zipped my fly as Diane sat down on the sofa at the end farthest from Veronica. The bulge in my pants was impossible to hide, so I made sure to turn with my back towards Diane when I walked past her. I sat beside her on the sofa and quickly crossed my legs to hide my bulge. With the footrest of the easy chair extended, Veronica's feet were only about two feet from my end of the sofa, and pointed directly at us. She began to wiggle her toes deliberately.

"Diane, I hope you don't mind my taking off my boots. My feet were suddenly feeling very cramped."

"No, that's perfectly okay. No reason why you should suffer."

"Thanks. Because, you know, some people might find it rude... especially if they were smelly. But, I don't think mine are smelly, do you Jack?"

My body tensed as I confronted the absurd question. What did she think I would do, bend forward and smell them? I glanced over at Diane, who stared at me with a blank, slightly quizzical expression.

"Well," I chuckled. "I certainly don't smell them from here."

"That's good. Although, and excuse me if this sounds crude, there are some people who are turned on by feet, even smelly feet."

"Oh, sure, foot fetishists," I quickly interjected, hoping my comment would break Veronica's monologue and allow me to change the subject, but she lifted one leg up about 6" off the footrest, stared admiringly at her own foot, and continued.

"I dated a man once who loved to worship my feet. Isn't that wild, Diane?"

"Yes. But you do have lovely feet Veronica, so it's not so unbelievable. Mine are not nearly as attractive."

"Oh, I'm sure you're just being kind. You mean Jack's never showed any interest in your feet?"

I had to try again to stop where this was going.

"Veronica, I don't know that this is such an appropriate topic of conversation."

"Oh, I know Jack, but after all, tomorrow's my last day working for you, so it's not really like a coworker is asking such a personal question. I just happen to enjoy learning about what turns people on. I'm sorry if I offended you Diane."

"No," Diane replied, somewhat taken aback, but surprisingly interested in the direction of the conversation. "You didn't. And it certainly does make for more interesting talk than the weather!"

"Oh, I'm so glad you feel that way."

"If you don't mind my saying so, Veronica, it looks from the way you dress that you like men to notice you in that "worship" sort of way."

I was shocked to see Diane pick up Veronica's lead and run with it. We never discussed anything remotely sexually related with others. Suddenly, I was merely a bystander as their conversation picked up steam.

"Mmm, you are very astute, Diane. That is precisely what gets my juices flowing; what about you?"

"Well, Jack is very adoring, but... Jack, maybe you should cover your ears, or leave the room or something," Diane joked, then turned back to Veronica "...but I don't think he'd go in for the type of thing we're talking about."

"You mean that "real worship" sort of thing?"

"Yes."

"Uh, ladies...," I interjected, but they ignored me as if I wasn't even sitting there.

"That "kneel and serve me" sort of thing?"

"Yes."

"That "be my slave" sort of thing?"

There was a sudden silence. My heart was pounding. Veronica stared at my wife as Diane blushed.

"Yes."

"Have you ever asked him?"

"Well... no."

The moment was surreal. Though Diane never talked publicly about our private life, here she was discussing something extremely intimate, and revealing to a stranger feelings she had never spoken about to me. If the growing intensity was any indication, she also seemed to be getting aroused by the conversation. I looked back and forth at the two of them; their eyes were locked on each others. They continued to talk as if I wasn't there.

"Perhaps you should."

"But, what if he doesn't...you know?"

"Or I can ask for you if you're too uncomfortable?"

There was another awkward silence. I looked over at Diane, but she did not look back at me. She was hesitating to answer Veronica's question, which Veronica took as an opening.

"So how about it, Jack? Diane seems to like the idea of you worshipping her in a "serve me and be my slave" sort of way. Does that turn you on, imagining yourself a slave?"

Diane looked at me in silence, waiting for my answer. If she only knew the irony of Veronica asking me that question. I looked back over at Veronica. The subject being discussed had only made my erection harder, yet I was speechless.

"I think his silence means he likes the idea Diane. But I also think it means you just have to take control. That's probably the encouragement he needs. Jack, why don't you start by giving Diane's feet some attention?"

Like a zombie, I turned back to look at my wife. She stared at me but said nothing. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.

"Diane?" I asked, not really believing she expected me to do anything. Veronica filled the silence.

"Why don't you get on your knees Jack?"

The fantasy/reality had come full circle. Here was Veronica telling me to get on my knees, just as she had done each time she dominated me, but now in the presence of my wife, playing the role of surrogate dominatrix on Diane's behalf. How in the world had we gotten to this place? I still wasn't sure what Diane thought about all this. But then, Diane lifted her leg, and dangled her foot in front of me.

"Diane?" I asked again in a whisper, still needing confirmation. Diane spoke in a soft voice.

"I like Veronica's idea, Jack. And there's something about her sitting here, watching and instructing you, that feels so hot."

This was either about to become a nightmare or a dream come true, depending on what Veronica chose to say or not say. I dropped to my knees in front of the sofa, and took Diane's foot in my hands. In a flash, Veronica was out of her chair and positioned herself behind me, whispering in my ear.

"Take off her shoe, Jack."

I did, and proceeded to follow each successive instruction. I was still her slave, but now serving my wife at her command.

"Bury your face in the bottom of her foot, and take a deep breath. Now kiss it gently... Now lick it... Now suck on each toe, and clean between them with your tongue... Now ask her to let you be her slave."

"Diane, will you let me be your slave?"

"No, don't ask her. Beg her."

"Diane, please. I beg you to let me be your slave."

"Jack," Diane whispered, almost giddy. "I'm so wet."

"Tell her the other things you want, Jack. Now's your chance."

I was so turned on, but also terribly self-conscious and embarrassed at the prospect of telling Diane all my hidden fantasies. She obviously enjoyed my foot worship, but what if she found the others disgusting? Veronica played her trump card.

"Tell her Jack," she repeated, and then added in a voice so soft only I could hear her, "Or I will."

That was the final push I needed to confess all my secret desires to Diane. How aroused I got at the thought of being her slave and used in humiliating ways; how I wanted her to demand that I serve her, how I wanted to have to beg to worship her feet and her ass, and even to be used as her toilet.

When I finished, I lowered my head, not knowing what to do next. I heard Veronica putting her boots back on.

"If it's okay with you Diane, how about if I come back another time for dinner. I think you two probably want to be alone now."

"Thank you so much," Diane replied.

"Jack, I'll call you in the morning to see if you want me to come into work for my last day. If it feels too awkward, I'll understand."

And with that, Veronica left our home, having successfully transformed Diane and my sexual lives. Before joining Diane in the bedroom, I was able to slip away and remove Veronica's ownership tag from my cock. And as I headed for my first performance as my wife's slave, I thought back to my phone conversation with Veronica that afternoon and remembered her final words about this evening: "If you're very good, you may even get to cum."