1 comments/ 18566 views/ 1 favorites Assisting Mr. Anderson By: PhilCanyon This is the story of a single young woman that is frustrated with younger men and finds what she needs in an older, powerful man. Leigh was frustrated with the life she was living. She stuck living a mundane existence; compromising on her life on a daily basis. She was consumed in business and social gatherings, with her hidden and very private desires going unfulfilled. She was raised a good girl and she remained true to the mores she'd grown up with. She was virtuous; just as she'd been taught to be. But, being virtuous and hard working seemed to do nothing to cool down her libido. In fact, it seemed to fuel it even more. She had dated a few boys in high school but never enjoyed having to deal with their immaturity. In college she was courted by more than her share of what she thought of as boys... But, they always disappointed. "They are all so needy and insecure," she'd say to herself each time she came home after a date, and she'd always promise herself that never again would she date a boy in college. But, each time she'd end up relenting and agree to a date and each time she'd be disappointed all over again. Leigh graduated with a degree in finance and after her graduation she met a young man at the first brokerage firm she went to work for and she thought she'd fallen in love until she found out that he wanted her to be more of a mommy than a wife. From Leigh's point of view, the young men her age were just like they were back in college; needy, lacking confidence, and completely self absorbed. None of them were able to treat her the way she truly desired and they all seemed incapable of penetrating the good girl veneer she had erected to hide her hidden and kinky desires.... Leigh wanted to be led by a man that understood her needs better than she ever could herself. She wanted a man that could instruct her in the ways of eroticism while loving her for who she was.... She wanted a man full of confidence and a desire to dominate her. Eventually, Leigh determined that she would only find this in an older man and she gave up dating men her age and turned each of them down that asked. She kept the naughty things that ran through her mind to herself. But, they were there and they found an increasingly prominent position in her mind as she grew from a barely mature young woman out on her own, into a 28 year old confident woman with a career and opinions and sexual desires that sharpened and matured with each passing year. Leigh took a job in a well known brokerage and found it well to her liking. She moved up fast and soon found herself in a group of technical assistants to a team of high end income producers. Almost every one of these 'high earners' were men and almost every one of them was in their 40's or 50's. The Alpha male of the group was Mr. Anderson. The other men deferred to him and the team of technical assistants, of which Leigh was a part, worked hard for him and gave his projects a high priority. Leigh was enthralled with him from the very first time she met him. It's so hard to figure myself out, she'd often say to herself. And, looking in the mirror that final time each morning before she headed off to work, dressed immaculately, coiffed in high businesswoman style, every hair in place and make up (although she didn't need any) done perfectly.... She would be thinking of how much she wanted Mr. Anderson to undress her. Yes, Leigh would think of Mr. Anderson each morning as she left her apartment. And, as she drove into the city she would repeat to herself, "This is so silly. I'm thirty years old and he's twice my age. What am I doing?" But, every time she was around him she did things without thinking of the consequences; as if she were a young teenager with her very first crush on the football star. When around him, she felt more alive; more energized and more comfortable being who she really was. She wore stockings for him because he wanted to see her in them. At least, she thought he did. He certainly took a long look at her legs two months ago on the day she first wore them to work and made sure to give him several opportunities to see up her skirt. When he took advantage of her 'accidentally on purpose' upskirts, she swooned in her seat. Yes, Leigh was infatuated with her tall, tanned and very handsome late fifty something boss. And, it was obvious to the other girls she worked with. One of them, Estella Williams, was particularly interested in the attraction because she had wanted Mr. Anderson to notice her for a long, long time and without an ounce of luck. Knowing that Leigh worked closely with Mr. Anderson, she'd watched her very intently. And on the day that Leigh had first worn the stockings Estella had noticed them even before Mr. Anderson had. She saw how Leigh's skirt was a little bit shorter than normal and she watched how Leigh's hemline rode way up her legs when she sat at her desk, just across from Mr. Anderson's and within his natural line of sight as he worked diligently to make money for the brokerage firm. Estella kept her eye on Leigh that day and saw her opening up her legs on purpose and keeping her gaze down so that Mr. Anderson would be able to look up her skirt without getting caught looking. "Little bitch," Estella whispered each time Leigh exposed herself to him. Estella noticed Mr. Anderson looking and by the end of the day she had seen enough. She wasn't sure if she was mad at Leigh for brazenly showing off, or at herself for never having the courage to have done it herself. Either way, she was determined to do something about it and she approached Leigh's desk late in the afternoon. "Oh, hello Estella," Leigh said as she turned around and saw her standing beside her. "Hmmph!" Estella replied with her hands on her hips and her jaw pushed out. Telling Leigh off is going to be fun, Estella thought to herself, then lifted her hand and pointed her finger and opened her mouth to begin extracting the kind of revenge she needed from this little hussy named Leigh. Estella was the only woman in the office Leigh was afraid of. She was terrified of her and she didn't know why, but she was. Just before she could say her first word Mr. Anderson came round the corner and stood before them both. "Estella," he said. "Yes, Mr. Anderson?" she replied. "Good news, Estella!" he said. "Oh?" "Yes. I've arranged for your transfer to the Valley Office, effective tomorrow. Isn't that awesome? You'll get that pay raise you've been wanting and your drive to work will be half what it is today," Mr. Anderson announced joyously. "I.... Uhhh....I ahhh....That's great news, Mr. Anderson," Estella replied and lowered her finger and pulled her jaw back in and felt too off her game to even think of telling Leigh off. With Estella still trying to figure out what had just happened, Mr. Anderson looked at Leigh and said, "Leigh isn't it great that Estella is transferring to the Valley Office and getting her pay raise?" "It's great news!" Leigh replied. And she felt so good and happy that Estella was being transferred and she wondered if it had anything to do with him protecting her from Estella. "Gosh, I hope so," she said to herself and then congratulated Estella on her promotion and held out her hand to shake Estella's. "Why thank you dear," Estella replied and said to herself that Leigh was a lucky little bitch and Estella shook Mr. Anderson's hand and thanked him for the confidence he had in her to do a good job and then she turned and walked back to her desk to gather up her things. Once Estella was out of range Mr. Anderson smiled at Leigh and told her, "She won't be able to bother you anymore, Leigh." Leigh didn't say a word back. But, her big bright smile said everything for her. She pumped out her chest, now so full of pride that the man she was infatuated with had come to her rescue. "Jealous old biddy," she whispered as she stacked papers on her desk. "What's that? Mr. Anderson said, apparently hearing Leigh's comment. "Oh ahhhh... I said 'Too bad it's four fifty' Mr. Anderson. Almost time to go home." Leigh skillfully replied. Mr. Anderson just smiled and continued on his way to his desk and Leigh smiled back and sat down with her legs slightly open so that Mr. Anderson could see up her dress all the way to the tops of her stockings as he finished the day's work. She eagerly showed herself to him and each time he looked, she smiled and opened her legs up just a little bit further and she was so proud that he enjoyed looking, and from that day on she wore stockings every day to work and a dress that was short enough for him to be able to enjoy them. It wasn't long after that day that Mr. Anderson was made President of the brokerage and Leigh was thrilled that he wanted her as his assistant and of course she said yes. She was a top notch technical analyst and becoming his personal assistant would open a great many doors for her. He had a huge office, and it was furnished as you'd expect a President's office to be furnished; lots of hardwood paneling and bookcases and big comfortable high-back chairs and a desk the size of a skyscraper. One of the perks of a President's office suite was an adjoining lavishly decorated executive bedroom where Mr. Anderson could catch up on sleep before big meetings or when he worked very late, which was more often that he wanted. Leigh's desk was in an entry room to the President's office suite. Between her desk and Mr. Anderson's office were two large double doors that Mr. Anderson kept open unless he was having an important meeting. On the other side of her desk was the entrance to the conference room and two large double doors the exact same size as those leading to Mr. Anderson's office were there to open up the conference room for important meetings. Mr. Anderson kept the doors to his office open so he could see Leigh sitting behind her desk. Leigh liked everything set up this way because she liked Mr. Anderson looking at her all day and she made the most of it each time she dressed for work. She loved the way he complimented her on her on each new pair of high heels. "Why thank you, sir." she'd say and point her toe and pivot her foot on her heels as if modeling them for him. She loved the way he complimented her on her new skirts. "Oh, Mr. Anderson. That's so kind of you. Do you really like it?" she'd say and if she was standing at time, she would twirl in it and if she was sitting she would lift the hem up. Either way, she'd show off for him and enjoy his reaction. Occasionally, he would compliment her on her stockings. Especially, when she wore fishnet stockings or ones with designs. "You are so sweet, Mr. Anderson." Leigh would say and always lift her skirt way up, almost to the point of exposing her panties and ask if he liked the design at the top. He'd always grin and then go back to making lots of money for the brokerage. She'd been his assistant for a few months when, as she sat at her desk her direct line from Mr. Anderson chimed. "Yes, Mr. Anderson," she answered. "Leigh, how many are waiting to see me?" he asked. Leigh looked over her left shoulder and through the double doors that were wide open, into Mr. Anderson's office to see him with the phone to his ear, staring at her. She looked across her desk at the two gentlemen waiting impatiently to discuss business with him. She replied, "There's Mr. Gupta, waiting to discuss the Southeast Asia project and Mr. Riley is here to discuss the policy in regards to the foreign based trans-nationals." "Leigh, look at me," he said into her ear. Leigh turned her head and again looked into his office. "Do you trust me, Leigh?" She looked him in the eye across the 20 feet of office between her desk and his. "Yes," she replied. "Good. Are you wearing panties?" he asked. He quickly added, "Don't reply. Just nod your head yes or no." Leigh's pussy moistened as a tingle ran through her thighs and she nodded her head up and down. "Lift your skirt and show them to me," he instructed her. Each morning when she dressed, she'd look into the mirror as she slipped into her panties and each morning she'd hope Mr. Anderson would get a chance to see them. She wore them for him and now he was asking her to show them to him. Leigh's heartbeat quickened and while she continued to stare through his office doors, she reached down with her left hand and grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up her leg until it was resting above her waist, revealing the red panties she'd put on that morning to match her skirt. She looked up at Mr. Anderson and smiled. "Good girl," he complimented her. "Red looks good on you, Leigh." "Thank you, sir!" She exclaimed loudly enough to be heard by the men sitting across the room, waiting impatiently to see him. They both looked up and smiled the kind of smile you give to a powerful man's assistant as you hope your turn to see him has finally arrived. "Now, I'm going to give you an assignment. I'll be doing this from time to time and I expect you to complete them promptly and completely," he stated matter-of-factly. "Yes sir," she replied. "Leigh, without attracting the attention of Mr. Gupta or Mr. Riley... wiggle out of your panties and bring them to me." "Yes, sir. Right away, sir," she replied nervously. Leigh pulled her lower lip tight against her teeth as she repeated what he'd said in her mind and thought of how she was going to pull this off. There was no question she was going to complete the assignment. And, she was determined to complete it promptly and completely. Her desk was made of oak and it had a panel across the front that hid her legs so that the only thing visible from the two men's perspective was her lower calf's and feet. Leigh worried that one of them would stand up without warning. If that happened, they'd be able to see her waist and hips, but otherwise, as long as she was very careful she thought she could wiggle out of her panties without them seeing a thing. She uncrossed her legs, grabbed the hem of her short skirt between her thumb and forefinger, looked up to make sure the two men weren't watching her every move, lifted up ever so slightly to take the pressure off her hips, pulled her skirt up, reached underneath and quickly wiggled her panties down her thighs. With her panties midway to her knees Mr. Gupta got up from his chair. "Oh my!" she exclaimed to herself and pulled her skirt back down. Was she busted!? "Do you know how long will it be?" he asked and stood in front of her desk. Leigh looked over her left shoulder into Mr. Anderson's office and saw him staring at her. "Oh, it shouldn't be much longer," she replied with a wet pussy and her panties across her thighs. Gupta grumbled a bit and returned to his seat. Now free to finish this part of her assignment she carefully lifted each leg and slipped completely out of her red panties and placed them in her lap. She grabbed a file folder from the desk drawer to use as a cover and placed her panties in it. "I'll check with Mr. Anderson," she said to Gupta, pushed back from her desk, stood and walked into his office. Mr. Anderson was looking at his computer monitor and with a proud smile she walked to the front of his desk and said, "I hope I completed my assignment to your satisfaction, Sir." Mr. Anderson didn't even look at her. "Place them here on my desk and tell Mr. Gupta to come in." Leigh put them on the desk in front of him, and walked out, proudly swinging her hips as she left his office. "Mr. Anderson will see you now," she said to Gupta and nestled back into her cushioned chair, nervous that Mr. Gupta would see her panties lying on Mr. Anderson's desk. A half hour later, Gupta left; giving her a smile as he walked past. For the next two weeks, Leigh showed up for work each day hoping for a new assignment. But, she was disappointed each day because none came and Mr. Anderson never gave her back her red panties and she was left wondering if Mr. Gupta saw them during his meeting. The third week after her first assignment, Mr. Anderson called Leigh into his office. "Leigh, I need three things from you. And, I need all three completed before the Foreign Investment conference." "Yes, sir. Whatever you need," she replied, knowing the conference was only ten days away. "I need a complete analysis of Riley's proposal on the foreign trans nationals." "Yes sir," she replied with the excitement of having such an important analytical assignment thrust upon her shoulders. This deal was going to be a major money maker for the brokerage and the analysis of the deal was critical to its success. "Next, I need you to redecorate my executive bedroom. The previous president's tastes are not to my liking. And, I want it done within ten days." "Yes, sir." She replied. "I'll contact an interior decorator right away." "No, I want you to do it yourself. I don't want some decorator that I don't even know to redecorate my bedroom," he said as he looked through the open door leading to the executive bedroom that adjoined his office. "I want it looking completely different. I don't like the modern look it has now. Get it into a more provincial look. Lots of cherry or oak; something that would look like a bedroom in my own home. I want it to be comfortable." Leigh paused a moment before responding. She was given two assignments that required completely different skill sets. One analytical and the other one creative. And, both to be done within ten days. The thought of the amount of work left her with mixed feelings. She was so proud to be given such important assignments, but scared she might not complete them on time or to Mr. Anderson's satisfaction. "Yes, Sir Mr. Anderson. Thank you for your trust in me," she replied. "I want a place to unwind during the conference. It's going to be long days of work stretching into the evening hours and I plan to spend several nights here at the office." "I'll have it ready for you, sir." She promised. "And, the third assignment?" During your shopping for the bedroom furniture you are to expose yourself to a group of at least two men. They are to see your pussy and tits. Bring me a picture of it as proof of the completion of your assignment." Energy swept through her body as he described her third assignment. "Oh my!" she exclaimed out loud. "I ahhhh, I....." Mr. Anderson interrupted her reply. "That'll be all, Leigh. If you need help with any of this let me know." Leigh walked slowly out of his office, her legs feeling a bit numb as the thought of exposing her pussy to a group of strange men took over her thoughts. At home that night, Leigh... ever industrious and organized, planned out her next ten days. She decided to work on the analysis of the transnational proposal each day until 3 o'clock. Then, she would do design work on Mr. Anderson's executive bedroom from three to four. Then, off she would head out shopping for furniture, carpeting and accessories. It was all very exciting and each morning her eyes would pop open without the alarm and she would shower and dress; each day hoping Mr. Anderson would approve of how she looked and she would get into the car for the drive into the city and that's when she would worry about how she was going to pull off her third assignment. She'd talk to herself about it in the car. "How am I going to expose myself to several men and get a picture of it as proof?" Four days went by without an answer, then five and then six. The first two assignments were coming along nicely. The analysis was complete and waiting for review. The bedroom decor had been selected, purchased and was awaiting delivery. Everything would be done by the afternoon of the ninth day. Everything except her exposure. Assisting Mr. Anderson On day seven, the solution finally came to her. "All I gotta do is......" Always the industrious girl, she arranged to have the carpet laid that afternoon and the furniture delivered the next evening. After work she drove across town to an outfit that sold hidden cameras and purchased their most expensive system. It was late that evening when she arrived back at the office and with nobody around, she installed the camera into the back of the mirror on the wall behind the dresser. It was set on a motion detector and once it was initialized the camera would record a high quality jpeg every ten seconds until 20 minutes after the last motion stopped. Next, she opened the back of her desk PC and put in the extra memory chip and installed the software and remote receiver to pick up the camera's messages. Now finished with her task, she left and got home close to midnight. Leigh slept in an extra hour on day eight. She knew she'd be working late as the bedroom furniture wasn't scheduled to be delivered until after five o'clock. She busied herself with doing some minor tweaking to her reports and brought the bedroom accessories up from her car, including pictures of Mr. Anderson's family that she had convinced him to let her have to give the bedroom a feel of being at home. When the three man crew of movers arrived with the furniture they found her alone in the office. She led them into the bedroom, their movements activating the camera, and as they brought in piece after piece of furniture she placed the accessories in their proper spots. "I'll bring the invoice on my next trip up, ma'am." The foreman of the crew told her. "Yes, and be sure to bring both of your workers with you. I have a tip for all three of you to reward you for your hard work," he replied. With them gone, she nervously took off her bra and slipped out of her panties. All that was left was a thin dark silk dress and her high heels. She almost chickened out three times, but finally she pulled her hemline above her hips and the top of her dress off her shoulders. She lifted the bodice of her dress off her breasts and gathered it all around her waist, leaving her exposed from the waist down and her ribcage up. Next, she sat back on the bed and waited anxiously for the crew to arrive. "Mrs.....ohhh uhhmmm," the foreman exclaimed as he and his two workers rounded the corner. "Mister foreman, I told you I'd have a tip for you when you returned," she teased. "Isn't this enough?" "Oh, yes ma'am. Yes indeed it is," he replied. He hesitantly crossed the room and handed her the invoice. "If you can sign this, we'll be on our way before we all get in trouble." "Why, certainly. But, as you can see, I don't have a pen," Leigh replied. The foremen delivered a pen, got the signature he needed, and hustled his two workers out of there before they could act on the impulses that had already given them hard cocks. The sun rose on day nine with Leigh proudly walking into the office with all three of her tasks completed one day early. The analysis was complete and already approved by Mr. Anderson. The bedroom was finished and he had expressed his satisfaction with her design. And in her purse was a thumb drive with several jpegs showing her exposure. Mr. Anderson was already at his desk. She tried to wait patiently to be summoned by him but she was too nervous and excited about it all. So she grabbed her thumb drive and with her high heels clicking on the floor as she walked, she appeared in front of his desk. "Good morning, Mr. Anderson.... sir." She addressed him formally like that each morning and each time she spoke the words she wiggled her hips ever so slightly because she really wanted to say "Oh god, Mr. Anderson. Will you please order me to undress for you and then fuck me?" "Good morning, Leigh." he replied, full of morning cheer. "I have the pictures you wanted as proof of completing my third assignment," she said and stretched out her arm with the thumb drive between her fingers. He slightly bent his head to one side and a wry smile crossed his face. He was very pleased and he told her so. "Let's see what you've done," he replied and took the drive from her hand and plugged it into his laptop. Onto the screen came a file with three jpegs, which he opened in a 'slide show' view. He looked up at her and then towards the bedroom and then closed it up. "Leigh, I'm very pleased with the analysis you completed on the foreign transnationals." "Thank you sir." "And, your work on the executive bedroom was exceptional. You even placed pictures of my family on the bedside table. I looked it all over this morning when I came in. Very nice touch." "Thank you, sir." "However, this is inadequate," he said sternly. "I expect much better of you. I told you the exposure was to be done while you were shopping for the furniture, not after it was delivered." Leigh's shoulders dropped and she looked down at the floor in dejection. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to deal with the disappointment in his voice. "Leigh, you are young and you need to be led with a firm hand. For me to do anything less would be a disservice to you. We haven't spoken about this much, but you are looking to me for guidance. I know that. I also know you are frustrated sexually. I can see it in the way you act around me. You want to be fulfilled in a way that you haven't yet found with other men. But, if you are going to be fulfilled, you have to learn how to please me." Leigh looked up. Her voice full of emotion she replied, "How do you know me so well, Mr. Anderson? How do you know me so deeply?" Leigh's heart was racing beyond the point of an infatuation. She was feeling something from deep within that was pulling her emotions toward him and it was this intense feeling for him that was now driving her disappointment in herself for failing him. She continued, "I want to please you so badly and I'm so sorry that I fell short." He walked around the desk and touched a tear running down her cheek. "Now now, dry your tears, Leigh. And, when we're alone together you will call me Sir. I'm going to devote a great deal of my time to you, Leigh. Everything will be fine." Leigh sniffled and rubbed the tears from her cheek, her fingers pausing on his hand and she smiled. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her gently. She responded with a slight moan and swoon and fell into his arms. After an emotional embrace he held her and told her, "You will have to learn discipline before you can please me, Leigh. Let's go into that marvelously decorated bedroom for your first lesson." He took her by the hand and led her into the executive bedroom. He opened a drawer to the dresser and pulled out a pair of wrist and ankle bindings and explained that he had brought them in with him that very morning. "Put them on," he commanded her. Without so much as a question, she sat on the bed and placed a binding on each wrist and ankle. She was apprehensive about what was going to happen next, but excited at the same time. "Like this, Sir?" "Yes, very nice." He replied. He then pulled straps from the drawer and hooked them into the eyelets in the wrist bindings and strung them to the top posts of the bed. He pulled on the strap, raising her arms high above her head and stretching her onto her tippy toes. "I've got a telecon with a European client. I'll be back when I'm done with it." Mr. Anderson then left, leaving the door to the room open. Leigh hung there, unable to sit and uncomfortably stretched tight in a standing position but she didn't protest. She wrestled with her bindings and grunted with pain but she didn't shout out. All the while she could hear him talking on the phone and wondered if anyone was waiting in the entry for her to appear at her desk. It wasn't long before the strap stretched enough for her to be able to stand on her feet and she felt the pain in her shoulders easing as the pressure released from them. A half hour after he left, Mr. Anderson reappeared, closed the door behind him and reached into the drawer. When he turned around he had a small leather whip in his hand. Leigh's eye's opened wide and even though she didn't want to, she struggled to release herself. "You're going to learn some much needed discipline, Leigh. Turn around." "Yes Sir." She turned away from him and he unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to her ankles. She was wearing a sexy pair of lacy panties and a thin strap bra. She was shocked when she felt the sting of the whip when it first slashed across her behind. She wanted to yell out in pain. She wanted to scream, but she held her tongue. "Don't yell, Leigh." He said right before the whip cracked across the top of her thighs for the second time. "If you protest in the slightest, there will be more pain to come." "Oh, god...I...I....won't," she whispered as the third crack of the whip struck her. Intense pain coursed through her buttocks. "I expect all of your assignments to be done correctly and to my expectations. Do you understand, Leigh?" Before she could answer he whipped her three more times. "Yes, Sir. Yes, of course. I am so sorry for not meeting your expectations, Sir. It will never happen again." "It had best not," he responded and slashed the whip across the small of her back twice before returning it to the drawer. Leigh was sobbing now and with tears streaming down her face, Mr. Anderson put his arms around her and pulled her back in close against his chest. "Now, now, dear. The pain from the whip is gone now. Shhhhh, Leigh. It's over." He rubbed his fingers through her hair and kissed her neck and the side of her face. Leigh's sobs turned to soft whimpers as she felt the security of his strong arms wrapped around her. "It hurt so bad," she whispered. "I've never been spanked before in my entire life." "You disappointed me, Darling. You should expect it whenever you disappoint." "Sir?" "Yes, Leigh." "It feels better now. I feel so much better now. Thank you so much for disciplining me, Sir." "You're welcome, Leigh," her replied and took her out of her bindings and told her to get dressed. "You've got much work to do before the conference begins. You're going to facilitate a workgroup on the transnationals. Make sure everything is ready. I don't want any detail left undone." Mr. Anderson left her in the room to dress and collect herself. When she came out he had already left for another important meeting and she went straight to her desk where there were several men waiting to set up appointments with 'Sir'. It hurt to sit in her desk chair but she did so because had work to do and she wanted it to be done to Sir's satisfaction and after she took care of the men in her office, she busied herself with preparing for the conference. For the remainder of the day Mr. Anderson said nothing of her spanking and just before closing he called her into his office. "Take the company credit card," he said. "Leave now and buy yourself three dresses appropriate for work and three outfits appropriate for a slut. Wear the finest dress here for the beginning of the conference tomorrow morning and bring the slutwear here and put in the bedroom. I expect new high heels and lingerie too." "Yes, Sir." Leigh replied. For a moment she thought of asking him for more direction on the type of slutwear he wanted her to purchase, but she held back because she knew he expected her to know what to buy. She spent six hours shopping for clothes, getting her hair done and a pedicure and manicure. By the time she got home she was exhausted. Before she went to bed she shaved her pussy, forming her bush into a small rectangle. The next morning she got up early, dressed and arrived before anyone else in the office. She had two arms full of slutty outfits, panties, bras, lingerie, stockings and high heels. All of which, she carefully placed in the bedroom closet then returned to her car and brought back a make-up case and toiletries. She was apprehensive about the day. "Why did Sir have me buy these slutty outfits?" she asked herself. She feared the answer was that she would be wearing these during the conference, reduced to being the men's party girl. It was a role she admitted to herself that she had fantasized about. But, it was only a fantasy and she worried that she would not have the opportunity to show her value as a top-notch analyst. By the time Sir arrived, she was ready for the conference and dressed in a charcoal gray business suit, with knee length straight line skirt and white blouse, expensive flesh tone stocking and 2 inch black pumps. It was held in the large conference room adjoining Mr. Anderson's office suite. By ten o'clock, twenty powerful men had gathered around a very large table. Each had a huge bank account to draw from and an even larger ego. Leigh's job was to lead a discussion on the investment decisions to be made concerning the large foreign companies that are considered to be Trans Nationals; those corporations that had their fingers in every continent on the globe. It was a daunting task, but one that Leigh was prepared for. She held more knowledge of the subject than anyone at the table excluding her 'Sir', Mr. Anderson. The conference got down to business with several presentations meant to educate the attendees on the issues. Afterwards, a working lunch was served while Leigh briefed them on her analysis. She knew the important players and focused her attention on them; Mr. Lars Johanson from Norway, Mr. Kurt Klinkhammer from Germany, Mr. Hiro Yoishi from Japan, and Mr. Enrico Contetti from Italy. She then facilitated a problem solving discussion on the path to be taken to ensure success for each attendee. The goal was an ensured profit for each by jointly agreeing to shared goals and objectives. Each attendee would leave the conference with a list of action items and when completed, they would gather in six months to review their progress. If all went as expected, each corporation would see increased profits and control. Leigh was masterful in her facilitation. She kept all parties involved, allowing each to be heard without letting any one person dominate the discussion. It was hard work and she was on her feet, "On her Game", the entire day. Several breaks were given, but she didn't take any herself. Instead, she spent each break preparing for the next session. She never left the room the entire day. The strategy needed to be agreed to before the end of the day. The following two days were scheduled to be spent on monetary policy and energy. There was no room for unresolved issues. She did not know it, but he was prepared to pull her off the floor in the blink of an eye if things started going sour. But, her work was exceptional and he let her lead the discussion all afternoon. At six o'clock that evening, a strategy was agreed to. Mr. Anderson was very pleased with her performance and complimented her repeatedly throughout the day. Leigh was exhausted, but exhilarated with the progress of the day and especially with Sir's appreciation of her work. This is the break I've been waiting for, she said to herself as the attendees were shaking hands and slapping backs. Drinks were served by the wait staff and a sort of cocktail party ensued that lasted well over an hour. Slowly, the attendees began filtering out until the only ones left were Kurt Klinkhammer, Sir, and Leigh. Sir took the opportunity to once more thank Leigh for her performance with the group. "Kurt, this young lady was outstanding." "Yes, I agree. Leigh was very knowledgeable of the issues. Her facilitation was exceptional. And, I must compliment her on her appearance," Kurt replied, looking Leigh up and down the way a killer whale looks over a seal on an ice flow. Leigh could sense his desire for her. It was unmistakable. And, to be honest, she wanted to be fucked like never before. The exhilaration of being in control of a group of so many powerful men as they worked their way through the long tough negotiations had her very worked up. Sir made a suggestion. "Why don't the three of us retire to more comfortable surroundings? Shall we?" "Certainly," Kurt replied. "As you wish, Sir." Leigh answered. "Leigh, let's show Kurt to the executive bedroom. We can all have another drink and celebrate our success," Sir told her. Instantly, Leigh knew why Sir had her purchase the slutty clothes. It all made perfect sense to her now. He had pushed her professionally by putting her in a position of incredible responsibility during the conference. And, now he was going to push her sexually. She didn't want to be presumptuous about it. "He will guide me," she said to herself as she followed the two powerful men to the bedroom. As they entered, their movement triggered the motion-sensitive hidden camera. Leigh was proven right when Sir told her to change into one of the outfits she'd brought in this morning. "We'll pour you a scotch while you change," Sir told her. Leigh selected an outfit from the closet. It was a black transparent baby doll hanging on a silk cushioned hanger and she held it in her outstretched arm to show it off for the two men. In her other hand she held a delicate pair of black panties and matching high heels. "I'll be right back, boys." She said coyly and retreated into the bathroom to change. She returned to find Sir and Kurt relaxing in the lavishly cushioned leather chairs on the far side of the bed. "Come here to me," Sir said as he slapped his thigh, motioning for Leigh to sit in his lap. She swung her hips as she crossed the room to stand between his legs. Then, she settled into his lap as though she were a mother bird settling onto a nest of eggs. "You were marvelous today, Leigh. You've made us all a lot of money," he said with his arm around her waist, rubbing the inside of her thigh. "I do try!" she replied teasingly and with a great deal of pride in her performance. Her pussy was wet with excitement and for the very first time she felt Mr. Anderson's big hard cock as it pressed against her behind. Kurt also praised her. "Leigh, you helped ensure our profits in the coming two years will be secure. I salute you." He raised his scotch, as did Sir, pulled it to his mouth and let the light golden fluid slide effortlessly down his throat. "Aaahhh, very good," he said and then added, "You are exquisite, Leigh. Your tits and ass are perfection. You are stunningly beautiful." "Would you like to fuck her?" Sir asked. "Very much so. After watching her perform in business all day, I'd love to watch her perform on my thick German cock," he replied. Leigh was instantly aroused by Sir offering so matter-of-factly to Kurt. It sounded so nasty. And, her pussy dripped with desire, knowing that within moments she would be fucking a man she had only met that very morning. "Go to him," Sir instructed her. Leigh rose and sat onto Kurt's lap. He pulled her into him and kissed her. She opened her mouth and let him kiss her crudely and rough; his thick tongue push into her. His hands went to her tits, squeezing them and pinching her now erect buttons. Leigh moaned as he mauled her breasts, "mmmm, yes...." She whispered. Kurt's hands didn't linger very long. His hand swept down her waist and she spread her legs open for him. He slipped his fingers onto her pussy and rubbed her clit before pushing into her wet hole. "Oh, god... Oh my....Mmmmm," she moaned. "Onto the bed," he commanded as Sir watched, sipping his scotch. Leigh did as instructed, stripped naked except for her high heels and got on her knees on the edge of the bed while Kurt quickly undressed. She looked across the bed at Sir and waited. When she felt Kurt's hand on her ass she looked over her shoulder at the look of lust on his face. He pushed the head of his cock between her legs and touched the opening of her cunt. Assisting Mr. Anderson "Fuck me," she mewed. Kurt's cock pushed between her lips and into her pussy. She moaned uncontrollably when the big shaft found its way all the in on the first thrust. He pushed in and out and within a few strokes they found their rhythm and she pushed against his cock as he pushed against her hips. She hadn't had a cock in almost two years and now, finally she was being fucked by a man that really knew how to fuck a woman; hard and with plenty of force. Leigh moaned and coo'ed as she looked at Sir for his encouragement, which he gave with a nod of his head. Upon seeing his nod she felt a sense of pride swelling inside her and she fell into an orgasm like she had never experienced before. Her body shook and she moaned and squealed like she'd never done. "Oh yes! Yesssss, Mmmmmmm....oh fuuuuuuckkkkk!" She screamed. Kurt shot his load of hot German cum deep into her and grunted like a bull with each shot. He came in her cunt for several minutes before slowing his pace and letting his cock go soft inside her hole. After he pulled out, Sir told her to pour another scotch for "Our German friend" and she walked across the room to the liquor cabinet with cum running down the inside of the legs. Once Kurt was dressed she handed him a glass of scotch, which he downed in one big swig. He kissed her cheek and thanked her once more, "Leigh, your skills at fucking are equal to your skill at analysis." Kurt shook Mr. Anderson's hand, thanked him once again and left. "Leigh, what have you learned today?" Sir asked. She responded shyly and humbly. "Sir, I've learned to trust you. I've learned to never doubt you. I've learned that you will always be looking out for me and that you always know what is best for me." Sir told her to run a bath. "You've had a long day and you must be exhausted. It's time to clean the day from your body and refresh your mind. We have much left to do over the next two days." While she bathed, he opened up his desktop computer. During the afternoon's meetings, he'd had a trusted agent reroute the remote camera feed from Leigh's computer to his. He'd also had a video camera installed above the bed's headboard and an additional still camera in the wall opposite of the mirror. Sir did a quick review of the pics and stored them in a file he named, 'Klinkhammer'. "Never know when some dirt might come in handy," he said aloud as he closed it up, turned off the camera system and joined Leigh in the bedroom to provide her the benefit of his discipline and tutelage.