9 comments/ 145463 views/ 22 favorites The Secretary By: teniellejd The following story is copyrighted and is not allowed to be published anywhere else without strict permission from the author. * * * * * Jasmine was working at her desk one day when her boss Alison came over and placed her hand on her shoulder. 'How's it going?' she asked. Jasmine stared at the computer screen and knew she was blushing. The hand was tender and soft and strayed back and forth from her shoulder to her neck. She could imagine the bodacious brunette staring at her, trying to see down her silky top. It was the third checkup of the day. 'Fine,' she said after a moment. 'I was having a bit of trouble with the spreadsheet before but I think it's alright now.' 'It can be tricky,' said Alison. 'Let me check.' A scent of sweet flowers descended around Jasmine as the boss leaned over her shoulder and took over the mouse, not before there hands touched. Alison smiled at her, her face inches away and Jasmine wondered why the beautiful brunette liked so much. There were plenty of other good looking secretaries who were more sociable and easy going than her. Jasmine was sure she didn't find the older woman attractive, but her body reacted differently, her pulse quickened and she felt like she was floating. 'This looks good,' said Alison. 'You are learning very quickly. How many weeks have you been here now?' 'Uh, two weeks,' said Jasmine, shifting her glasses. 'Is that all?' said Alison and stroked her shoulder a little more. She took her hand away from the mouse and resumed standing. 'You wouldn't mind doing some overtime tonight would you?' Jasmine heart raced as she looked up at her. 'No I don't mind.' Alison smiled down at her with a sexy expression. 'That's what I like to hear, a woman who isn't afraid of a little work.' Alison gave her a lingering glance and then walked off, checking on the other staff. Jasmine turned back to her computer screen, but all she saw was Alison's face, like she just stared into the sun. Jasmine knew Alison was a lesbian, or a bisexual or whatever they called it. She thought it was disgusting and crude. Then why do I keep think about it? she thought. I guess I am curious. She is older, mature, experienced. Sensual. Perhaps she just wants to talk? Your doing overtime, there's nothing to be afraid of. Then why does she keep touching me? Her hand touched my breast the other day. She won't leave me alone, she doesn't bother anyone else. I'll just tell her I'm not interested. What if she fires me? Could I sue her? Jasmine's thoughts began to get away from her as she stared at the computer screen. Maybe I am pretty, she thought looking at her reflection. She wore glasses and standard boring dress, nothing sexy like the other secretaries. She hadn't had much attention from the guys, because was too shy to talk to anyone. The rest of day she spent worrying and only half concentrating on her work. By five o'clock she was very nervous, the office was clearing out and pretty soon she was by herself. Her heart beat in her small chest and she worked hard, hoping to escape before Alison had time to see her alone. The office was strange at night, the tapping on her keyboard echoed around eerily and wished she was at home relaxing in the bathtub. She concentrated on her work and by ten to six, she was almost done. A few more minutes and I'll be finished, she thought glad that she would be away from her bosses clutches. Then suddenly her phone rang, making her jump on the her chair. She looked at the phone, her heart racing. It was an in-house call. Alison leaned back in her comfortable office chair and waited for Jasmine to pick up the phone. What's taking her so long? she thought, hoping she hadn't left already. Finally Jasmine answered and Alison instructed her to come into her office. Was the girl frightened? Alison thought about it, she could hear tremors in her voice but she couldn't tell if she was nervous or excited. She was sure she was excited, all the other women had been. Jasmine liked her. She blushed when she was around and always looked at her so timidly. The door opened and Jasmine came in and didn't say a word. She looked down at the desk in a very submissive manner, like she was about to receive a punishment. 'Have a seat,' smiled Alison and indicated the luxurious leather sofa by the window. Alison came over and sat close to her so that their thighs were touching and there faces were only inches apart. Jasmine let her long hair fall around her face so Alison couldn't see it. Alison reached out and smoothed in behind her ear, startling her. 'It's okay,' she said feeling aroused by the strange girl, her exotic scent and blue eyes. Jasmine was blushing again and was visibly tense. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her jaw clenched and she squirmed in her seat. Alison thought she was beautiful. Everytime she looked at her she was more appealing, the blue eyes behind the glasses, the deep tan of her skin, her delicate nose and petite body, her small oval face and soft brown hair. It was all hidden behind ungainly clothes and an awkward manner. 'Did you finish up alright?' she asked, withdrawing her hand. 'Yes, thankyou,' said Jasmine, squirming in her seat. 'Am I making you uncomfortable?' asked Alison. Perhaps she had been wrong. 'No, not at all,' answered Jasmine. Alison felt a flood of warmth in her waist and she leaned over and put her arm around Jasmine's waist and drew her close, her large breasts pushing into her back. She brushed her lips softly on her neck, enjoying the warmth of the secretaries body. She kissed and bit at her neck. 'I just don't think of you that way,' said Jasmine. Alison stopped kissing her and turned her around so they were face to face. 'What? Why didn't you say so?' 'I don't know,' said Jasmine, intimidated by the brunette's powerful stare. 'I didn't want to offend you.' 'But you must like me,' Alison persisted. She hadn't let her go, her arms were still around her waist and her breath was hot on Jasmine's face. 'I've seen the way you look at me in the office. I always catch you looking at my body. Even now I can feel you trembling. You like me holding you don't you?' 'No,' said Jasmine. She didn't make any move to escape the older woman. She kept her eyes lowered. Alison continued to hold her, the feel of the silky blouse and even silkier skin made her more daring than usual. She bit again at Jasmine's neck and then at her earlobes, sucking on the little globes of flesh. Jasmine didn't make a move to stop her, her breath was rapid and shallow, but quiet like she didn't want Alison to hear her breathing. Alison knew that Jasmine could be persuaded. 'Do you like my breasts? My big firm breasts,' Alison added and pressed them into Jasmine's back. She brushed her cheek against Jasmine's and then with both hands felt the young woman's small breast through the silk blouse. Jasmine stiffened, but didn't make a sound. 'Please stop,' said Jasmine in a weak voice. 'Convince me,' said Alison. 'I need to be convinced if you really want me to stop and I'll never bother you again.' 'Stop,' said Jasmine a little louder. Alison squeezed her breasts again, finding the delicate nipples through the fabric. They were rock hard. 'Say it like you mean it,' insisted Alison. 'Look me in the eye and tell me you want me to stop.' Alison stopped feeling her breasts and turned her around so they could look at each other face to face. There breath was fast, the smell of perfume and woman's heat was overwhelming. Jasmine couldn't look her in the eye. Alison moved her face right in hers, so their noses touched and whispered, 'Tell me.' Jasmine looked into her eyes finally and opened her mouth to speak. Alison leaned in and stuck her tongue in her mouth, grasping her hips and feeling along her thighs. She kissed her deep, playing her tongue and enjoying the warmth of the hot mouth. Jasmine clumsily kissed her back, opening her mouth awkwardly as the hot tongue invaded and swapped saliva. Alison pulled back, her breath heavy. 'You kissed me back didn't you? You must want me.' This time she waited for the secretary to speak. Jasmine looked confused, a little disgusted and turned on at the same time. She had enjoy the kiss. 'I don't know,' she said. 'You do,' said Alison and kissed her again on the lips. 'Lean back and open up your legs.' Jasmine hesitated and then slowly did what she said, opening up her thighs and leaning against Alison's shoulder. Alison smiled at her and felt up her stockings to her inner thigh, rubbing the firm skin and approaching the panties. She felt along the silky fabric. 'You do like me,' she said, feeling the wetness. 'That test never fails.' Jasmine gasped when the probing finger set aside the panties, exposing her swollen vagina lips to the air. Alison moaned and felt the hairy busy and played with the nether lips, enjoying the soft and wet feel of her most intimate little flower. She felt the bud of her hard clit and rubbed her finger around it. Jasmine cried out in pleasure. 'Do you want me to stop?' asked Alison, rubbing the little clit. 'No,' gasped Jasmine, her glasses falling off. Alison continued and then felt the pubic hair, pinching and pulling at the delicate strands. Then she felt back towards the swollen lips and traced her finger along the crease, tucking her finger in between, trying to push her finger in the tight vagina. She pushed at the resistance and slid her middle finger deep into the young woman pussy, down to the knuckle. Jasmine cried out again and Alison began fingering the girl, enjoying the firm and tight pussy and the pressure around her finger. Jasmine gyrated her hips on the long finger and cried out in astonishment as she approached orgasm. Alison fingered her mercilessly until her orgasm subsided, kissing her and feeling her breasts. Finally Jasmine calmed down and looked at her, not sure what to say. 'Don't tell me you didn't like that?' said Alison, her finger still inside her. She rotated it around and forced another finger inside. Jasmine gasped. 'It's disgusting,' said Jasmine. 'I must be sick.' Alison smiled at her and withdrew her fingers and then stuck them in her own mouth, enjoying the fresh taste of pussy juice. 'Mmm,' she said. 'Very nice.' Jasmine readjusted her panties and fixed her skirt and then smoothed out her hair, trying to regain her dignity after the wild orgasm. 'I have to go now,' said Jasmine, picking up her glasses. 'Can I go now?' 'You could have left before if you wanted, but you didn't,' said Alison and leaned forward and kissed her, forcing Jasmine to taste the juices on her lips. Jasmine accepted the kiss and then got to her feet. 'Same time tomorrow?' asked Alison and began lifting up her skirt. She pulled the skirt around her waist, revealing her creamy thighs and a pair of soaked black panties. She pulled them aside and played with her swollen clit. Jasmine watched her from the door for a moment and then left, a strange look on her face. Alison smiled. 'She'll be back.' The Secretary I strolled down the hallway of the company that I worked for, my heels clicking quietly on the tiled floor as the tails of my trench coat rustled behind me with each step. I had the earpiece of my glasses between my teeth as I started to remove my sunglasses from my face. In one hand I held the largest cup of coffee that the gas station on my way to work sold, I think it was 20 ounces, but I would have liked it if the cup were at least twice that size. I was dressed the way that I usually dressed for work, a pair of Dockers, a button down dress shirt and a pair of loafers. Today the Dockers were black and the shirt was white. I absently let my sunglasses slip into my breast pocket finally freeing the other glasses from my mouth so that I could drink some of the coffee that my body was begging for. The coffee had already begun to cool from its exposure to the cold winter morning outside. I was the network administrator for my company and also served as an outside consultant to other companies who could afford the fees that we charged. As a result of my position I had more leeway than the average employee, which gave me the opportunity to essentially create and enforce my own dress code regardless of how the others in the company thought I should appear. My office was situated in a corner of the building that sometimes gave me the feeling of being in a closet. It was almost as if I was a child that the company was embarrassed by and kept hidden away from the general public. Personally, I thought it was funny and actually preferred being lost in the labyrinth of corridors as I was. It was a rather small office that had an equal small waiting room of sorts in front of the door. Actually the waiting room was just a wide section of the hallway where a chair had been placed against one wall and a small desk for a secretary against the other. The whole area had originally had an antiseptic hospital appearance to it, which I had tried to rectify. In actually I ended up created what seemed like a teenagers room with cheap carpet and a couple of ratty posters. However, my previous secretary had taken it upon herself to help me do a better job. As a result, there was a nice patch of dark blue carpet that covered the waiting area and the walls had been painted in a soothing cream color with two tastefully framed prints from some famous artist that I had never heard of before. Unfortunately for me, the secretary had retired about two months ago leaving me once again on my own. Although, my new secretary was much more interesting to look at than had been the other one, although I did wish that she would dress a little more suggestively than she did. At the time that my previous secretary had retired, there had been quite a fight within the secretary pool as different people jockeyed and tried to get the position with me. I'm not entirely certain why they thought that I would not hear about what they said and why they wanted the position, but they had spoken quite freely. This attitude prompted me to insist on interviewing the people and I choose whom I wanted rather than the customary assignment system that the company employed. Apparently, many people had the opinion that I was easy to work for, I did not ask my secretary to do a whole lot and actually did a fair amount of their work myself. This led to a general opinion that working for me was the ideal place to be as there was hardly ever anything to do. I thought that that assessment was fairly accurate, however, I did not want someone unwilling to help me as my secretary, which gave me the idea of the interviews. I asked each person why they wanted to work with me; most of them gave me some rehearsed answer about wanting to learn more about computers or some other kind of bullshit. However, the one that I chose, a lady named Raylene, actually gave me an honest answer. She had said that she heard that I did not give a heavy workload to my secretary and since she was going to night school she hoped to have some time to study. Anybody who was willing to go to night school and be honest was someone I wanted. It caused quite a stir, but I insisted on having her and eventually got my way, after the computer systems within the personnel department mysteriously crashed and could not be brought back online, it seems everyone needs their access to the Internet. Raylene had been my secretary now for two weeks. I rounded the last corner and found myself in my little waiting room. Raylene was sitting behind her little desk; it was one of those cheap wood things from Wal-Mart. She had her flat screen monitor on one corner of the desk, her phone on the other and an open textbook in the middle. It was almost comical as I looked at her, the first time I had seen this I thought she was asleep. Her face was close to the book and her long brown hair had fallen all around her head, given the impression that she was actually sleeping on the book. But, I now new better. She was majoring in psychology and had just begun her senior year. I figured that meant she would only be with me for another year, but I tried not to think about that too much. She was wearing a long yellow dress. The dress, if she were standing, would come down to her ankles. The neckline was a little low and gave a hint of the sizeable cleavage that she could display if she so chose, however, she kept it buttoned up and revealed next to nothing save for a small V coming down from her throat. "Looks fun." I said as I placed my coffee cup on an edge of her desk. She jumped slightly and then looked up, using her hands to brush the hair back from her face and over her shoulders. Her hair was pretty long and surprisingly thick. She wore a delicate pair of wire frame glasses that perched on her equally delicate nose. Even though she had only been with me for a couple of weeks, we had developed a friendship of sorts. Which means that she did claim sexual harassment for the crude or suggestive comments that I sometimes threw at her. It was strange, but somehow I seemed to be able to make a comment that would get another guy slapped and all I would get is a blushing laugh or at worse a nervous laugh. With Raylene, I always seemed to get the blushing laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you coming up." She said with a smile as she slid a piece of paper into her book and quietly closed it. She knew that I did not mind her studying at work, in fact I encouraged it, however, she still seemed as though she felt she was doing something wrong when she did it. "That was the point." I told her taking another sip of my coffee and briefly wondering how pathetic life must have been before it, "I was trying to catch you naked." She laughed with this as we both new the absurdity of such a statement, she just did not seem like the type who would be naked in public. Although, there was a part of me that believed there was more to this lady than met the eye. "What have I got today?" I asked her drinking more of the coffee. With a flick of her wrist she moved her mouse around and with a couple of clicks brought up a new screen. Usually I checked my schedule myself, but I had gotten in the habit of asking her to do it, mainly because it kept me by her desk for a few more minutes. "Uh," she started then pushed her glasses up her nose, "ten you've got an onsite inspection and meeting with First National Bank, new network ground up. And, that is it. But, tomorrow you've got to be here at eight, meeting with CEO's." "Great, just shoot me now." I said realizing that I would basically be gone all-day and then in the morning a dreaded meeting with my bosses. I leaned forward and glanced at her textbook, the title was "A Sexual Odyssey: From Forbidden Fruit to Cybersex". "Interesting, got an exam?" I asked her nodding towards the book. She glanced down at the book and blushed, not realizing that the title was showing as it was. "No, research project that I'm trying to get a basis for." She replied, still keeping her eyes on the book. I grunted a response, sensing that she was uncomfortable, or, or what? I thought. "When you get a chance, could you get me copies of the Bank's folder so I can take it with me?" I asked her, most of the preliminary work had already been done for their network. She scooted her chair back and started rummaging through a little filing drawer in her desk. I grabbed my coffee cup and started towards the door to my office. Once upon a time there had been a large window next to my door, however I had had that replace with a one-way mirror. Many people thought it was strange, but that way I could see who was waiting to see me. During my time with the company I had learned that there were some people who had genuine problems with the computer systems and some who created their own. Thos who caused their own problems, tended to wait longer than those who did not. "Well, if you need to do any hands on research, I'll be in here." I said to her as I neared the door. I knew that the smile on my face was evident in my voice. I glanced into the mirror, and saw her looking up over the edge of her desk. Her bangs had fallen onto her forehead and a length of hair had fallen to obscure her right eye. However, I could clearly see her looking at my butt. The surprised me and I considered wiggling it back and forth but decided against it. Her eyes shifted and she saw that I could see her in the mirror, she saw the smile on my face as I opened the door and just before I stepped through, her head darted back below the surface of the desk, she had turned a shade of red that I do not recall ever seeing before. I closed the door behind me. My office contained the same dark blue carpet and cream walls as my little waiting room. My desk was also one of those imitation things from Wal-Mart, although it was the biggest model that they had. There were three flat screen monitors on my desk all of them hooked up to my computer. Along one wall was a bookshelf that was stacked full of books; occasionally I used them but not very often. Behind my desk was my chair, a black leather full back reclining thing that also came from Wal-Mart. Raylene had one as well and there were two more on the visiting side of my desk. I also had a little futon kind of couch against one wall that had in the past served as a bed when I dealt with serious network problems. I shivered as I remembered the chaos of the 2000 switchover and that despite my calming reassurances; everyone had been in a panic. I placed my nearly empty coffee cup on the desk and dropped into my chair. I moved my mouse, to kill the screensaver and watched as my three monitors all cleared. Nothing interesting on the network, no emails, a good start to the day. I leaned back in my chair and propped my feet on the desk. I looked through the mirror as Raylene placed a folder on one edge of her desk then opened her textbook again. Once again she looked as though she had fallen asleep. I toyed with the idea of trying to mount a hidden camera out there somewhere, but decided that there was no real point. Glancing at my watch, I decided that I had about an hour before I had to leave for the day. My coffee cup was empty, so I decided to just sit and wait. I watched Raylene through the window, letting my mind drift this way and that. She had pulled out a notebook and was now writing some things down on a blank piece of paper. Eventually it was time for me to leave. "See you tomorrow." I told my secretary as I grabbed the folder that she had placed on the edge of the desk. "At eight." She told me without looking up from her book and notes. I could not read what she had written, but it looked like a series of questions based on all the question marks at the end of each line. I thought about her as I walked away and towards my car. She seemed strange to me. She was the quintessential nerd of the eighties, she seemed extremely shy and did not seem to have too many friends, and I based the last on the fact that I had never seen her talking to anyone on the phone unless it was business. And yet, I could not shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye. Much more in fact. I arrived the next morning about thirty minutes before eight. I was wearing a gray flannel suit. The trousers were freshly pressed and blended well with the black Bostonians that I had on. I had a white button down shirt, tucked into the gray slack separated by a black leather belt. I was wearing an aqua patterned silk tie that stood out in brilliant colors against the dark gray of the suit. The jacket was double breasted, however I had none of the buttons fastened on it. My coffee steamed in one hand as I arrived in my waiting room. Raylene had not made it into work yet, which did not surprise me as I had not expected to see her, although by the edge of her desk she had left a stack of papers that I assumed I would need for the meeting. I grabbed them as I walked by and entered my office. The lights came on slowly as I sat down behind my desk and glanced through the stack of papers. It looked as though the meeting was going to revolve around budgets and other financial things that I did not care about. But, I knew that I would get thrown a bunch of questions about why things cost so much and need to figure out a way to tell them. They were a bunch of computer illiterate people who would not understand the true reason. Oh, well, let the games begin, I thought as I rose to my feet. By the time that I reached the conference room I realized that I had left my coffee behind and silently fussed at myself about the oversight. The meeting was a little over an hour long and was pure hell to get through. I hated those meetings, and could already feel the start of a headache coming on. I dumped the papers in a wastebasket as I walked down a hall. With one hand I gave a sharp tug and loosened my tie down to the third button on my shirt. I undid the button at my neck finally feeling as though I could breath again. I rounded another corner and came into my waiting room once again. Normally I would have slowed my pace and started thinking of something witty to say but not this time. I walked past my secretary's desk and as I reached for the door handle I heard her voice. "Wait, please." Her voice seemed distant and soft, almost timid. I turned and saw her rising from her seat behind her desk. Today she was dressed in a pair of purple slacks with a matching purple blouse. Once again, the blouse could have revealed the temptation of her cleavage, however, with all the buttons fastened all it did was let an observer know that they were missing quite a treat. "I was left some instructions by your previous secretary." She was coming towards me, somewhat hesitantly, and I noticed her hand. She was holding a new cup of coffee with four Advils sitting on the plastic lid. I laughed as I took the items from her. "She said that you did not handle these meetings very well." "She was right, although I think you just made me look forward to the next one. Thanks." I told her with a smile and entered my office. I had been sitting behind my desk for about thirty minutes and was beginning to feel the Advil pushing the headache away. I had drunk about half of the coffee and was starting to relax. I smiled to myself as I looked out into the waiting room and saw Raylene glancing at her notebook and textbook, she seemed as though she were double checking something. I moved up closer behind my desk and launched a solitaire program on one of my monitors. As I lazily moved cards around on my screen, a new window suddenly popped up in front of what I was doing. "Do you have a minute?" light blue text appeared within the window. I glanced at it and saw that it was an internal message within our network. Looking at the sender's ID I saw that it was Raylene. "Sure." I typed back. "May I come in?" her reply flashed back in a second or so. "Sure." I typed again and then the window closed. I wondered what that was all about as I glanced through the mirror and saw her rise to her feet grabbing her notebook and a pen. She moved towards the door, seemed to hesitate for a moment and actually began to turn back to her desk before she seemed to decide to go ahead. The door silently opened and she stepped in. She methodically closed the door behind; everything she was doing was methodical, almost as though she was wondering if she could still change her mind. "Are you sure your not too busy?" she asked quietly as she stood at the opposite side of my desk. "I'm sure." I smiled to her and pointed to one of the chairs as I drank some of the coffee. "Thank you again, by the way." I said indicating the coffee cup as I sat it back down on my desk. "Oh, your welcome." She replied almost seeming as though she was blushing. We sat there for a couple of minutes, I was just kind of waiting, since I did not know what she wanted I did not know what to say. She had opened her notebook and was glancing through the first couple of pages seeming to be ignoring me; I could not help but smile at the absurdity of the situation and my first thought. It's almost like she has a crush on me or something, I thought unbelievingly. She glanced over at me as though she had forgotten I was there when she heard me take another sip from the cup. "Sorry." She said then put her notebook firmly on her lap as though she had made a final decision, "Could I ask you some questions, kind of interview you?" "Sure." I said with a smile shrugging m shoulders. "Kind of personal questions?" "Yeah, why not." I told her again leaning back in my chair. "Well, very personal questions?" she seemed to be losing some of her uncertainty. "Sounds like fun." I replied with a smile. She seemed to accept my answer and after another glance at me looked down at her notebook. "Do you masturbate?" She asked and I could not help but cough in surprise. She looked up quickly then just as quickly looked back down and began to close her notebook, "I'm sorry." She said as she began to stand up. "No no, don't worry about it, I didn't realize you meant that kind of personal. This is for that research paper thing, right?" I asked her. "Yes, it is. I just thought that maybe, but I don't think it's a good idea now." "Yeah, its fine, sit down, fire away." I said leaning back into my chair again after recovering from the initial shock, "What was the question again?" "Well, do you masturbate." "Oh, yeah how could I forget that one." I laughed lightly breaking her tension and folded my hands under my chin, "Yeah, I do." "How often, would you say? On average?" she asked, she was trying to keep her voice clinical and professional, but I could tell that she was quite nervous. "What? I don't get to ask questions?" I told her in mock shock, "relax, and I guess I would have to say probably three times a week, though my record is three times in one day." I answered proudly and pretended to pound on my chest. I caught the glimmer of a smile from her in response and knew that she was starting to settle down. "I might answer a couple of questions when I'm done, fair?" she asked looking over at me for the first time since she had started asking questions. "Yeah, that'll do." "Three times you said?" one of her eyebrows rose slightly. "Yeah, oh you mean in one day, yeah I did that once, just be happy you weren't around me that day." I said with a laugh. She smiled but there was a twinkle in her eyes that seemed to convey that she would not have minded at all. She wrote something done in her notebook and then seemed to scan over a couple of lines. "Uhm," she seemed to be thinking her eyes moving from line to line on her notes, "oh, do you look at adult material when you do?" It surprised me how she seemed to have settled down, and while she might have still been a little nervous she was not blushing with each question. At least, she was not brushing as brightly as when she had started. The Secretary "Usually, no." I told her and she looked up at me in surprise. "I'm not sating I don't look at the stuff, just usually not while masturbating." "Why not?" She asked looking directly at me then broke her gaze for a moment and continued, "I mean most of what I've read says that guys use visual stimulation of some kind." "Goodness that sounds so clinical." I told her laughing, "I don't really know why, though, I guess because most porno is pretty lousy and the stuff I'd like to see or watch is really hard to find." "Ok, well, let me see, what would you want to look at then?" she asked as she turned her page and started on a blank piece of paper. "I don't think that was on your original list of questions." I told her in a mock accusational tone. "Uh, no it wasn't." she blushed then looked up at me and smiled in a way that seemed to convey that she wanted to know for a reason other than her research. "Well, if I had my choice I'd prefer to watch a woman getting off while I did it." I told her and smiled, she blushed again instantly and turned back to the previous page in her notebook. "What time of day do you usually do it?" "Pretty much whenever." I told her. "Do you have a preferred method?" was her next question after she had jotted down my previous answer. I laughed at her question as an answer popped into my head and I decided to run with it. "Should I just do a demonstration for you?" I asked her except I was only half kidding by that point in the conversation. She blushed deeply again and as she looked up from her paper her eyes seemed to hesitate on the edge of the desk wondering what was beneath it. "No, that won't be necessary, but thanks anyway." Then as she looked back down she added as an afterthought, "although, perhaps." And she left the sentence hanging. She was defiantly gaining confidence and I was seeing the part of her that I had thought might lie just beneath the surface but had not know for certain. "I don't know if I have a favorite method, although one time." And I stopped with a laugh at the memory. She looked at me and her eyes seemed to be waiting for me to continue. "Yes?" she asked almost in a husky whisper, "I mean this is all for my research." She added hastily trying to cover her slip, but it was too late and I began to wonder what to do with this new piece of information. "Well, one time I went to Victoria's Secret and bought a pair of silk panties. When I got them home I just wrapped them around my cock and went at it, was kind of interesting." I told her cutting to the chase and using cruder words to see what her reaction would be. I was oddly surprised to see that she really did not have a reaction, almost as though she would have preferred that terminology to the clinical version. She quickly wrote down what I had told her. "Do you fantasize during?" she asked next and as I glanced at her paper I could see that she was getting close to the end of her questions, which was good as I had a feeling I was going to need some privacy pretty soon. "Sometimes, but generally no, I just think about the current moment and before you ask, the fantasies all very and there is really no consistent one." I told her and I could tell that I had indeed headed off her next question. She glanced down through the remaining questions a couple of times and then looked back up. "Well, that's really I was going to ask you." She told me. "But there are more questions on you paper." I told her playfully pouting. "Yes, there are, but they are not really questions." She said. "What do you mean?" I asked her suddenly curious and she turned that bright red color again leaving me with a good guess and wondering if I could get her to say it. "Well," she began and after looking at me she say my smile and knew that I had already guessed what they were which seemed to encourage her, "They are more of some hands on stuff that I had kind of decided not to worry about with the paper." "Hmmm, ok, fair enough." I told her reaching for my coffee cup then decided to tease her a little bit, "Although, I believe most professors give better grades to those who do as much research as possible." This time she only slightly blushed and smiled. "Yeah, well." She said and I laughed letting her off of the hook. "Thank you for being honest and not minding the personal questions." She told me as she closed her notebook and stood up. I nodded to her and she turned to leave. "I wouldn't mind the hands on research, either, so long as they are your hands doing the research." I told her as she opened the door. She glanced back at me with an odd twinkle in her eye then left the office. I strolled down the hall towards my office without thinking about the conversation from the previous day. It was odd, while I had thought about for quite awhile; I suddenly stopped and hadn't thought about it since. I turned the corner and found myself in the waiting room; Raylene was behind her desk and was not reading a textbook, which surprised me at first. The textbooks were on her desk but none of them were open. She was typing, I assume her research paper, her fingers moved in a blur over the keyboard. For the first time it occurred to me that she seemed to know a fair amount about computers and was not intimidated by them at all. "What've I got?" I asked her placing my cup on the edge of the desk. She finished the sentence she was typing then switched to another window on her screen. "Not a thing." She said looking at me with an odd smile that made me curious and suddenly brought back the previous conversation. She looked back at her desk, seemed to look around for a moment then opened up the middle drawer. She pulled out a thin manila envelope and handed it to me. "Have fun." She said with a downright sinister grin. The grin shocked me as I had thought her to shy for such a display. I took the envelope and turned it over in my hands looking at it then glanced at her curiously. She only shrugged and turned back to her typing. I stood there for another minute or so then went on to my office. It was a Friday and I was dressed as I usually did on Friday. I had on a pair of blue jeans; they seemed to be a little faded, which they were. I also had a white pair of Rebook sneakers and gray pullover cotton shirt. The shirt had a v-neck that I usually did not button, not because I thought my chest was particularly sexy, but because I was fairly lazy when it came to dressing. A gold chain and thin patch of dark hair was visible through the open neck of the shirt. I sat down behind my desk and after putting my cup on the edge I glanced at the envelope again. There was nothing unusual about it and no writing anywhere. I opened the envelope and found a single recordable CD inside. After sliding it out I looked at the backside of it and saw that it had been recorded. Overcome with curiosity I spun towards my computer on the floor. After placing the CD in the drive and closing the door I waited a moment to see what would happen, nothing did. I clicked around the screen until I found the directory of the CD; it contained only one entry entitled "video.mpg" A video? I asked myself thinking that that was a strange thing but decided to double click it and see what happened. After a couple of second, Raylene appeared on my computer screen and she was saying something but I had the speakers turned off. I had to hunt around to find the speaker with the volume control and turned it up a little. "this is what I came up with." She was saying and it sounded as though she had finished whatever she had been saying. I hit the stop button and restarted the video. "I just wanted to thank you for your help yesterday and also for your assistance in getting my the job. I know you will deny helping me get the job, but I know that it was because of you that I have it and it gives me the time to study that I needed. Anyway, this is what I came up with." She smiled and then the camera zoomed back from her face and I could tell that she was holding a remote control for the camera. It must have been in her bedroom, as she was lying on a bed with a baby blue comforter. The surroundings that I could see had a definite feminine quality to them and there was an antique wooden dresser beside her bed. But what surprised me the most was the way she was dressed. She wasn't. I felt my cock immediately jump to its full length against my jeans as she began to caress her breasts with her hands. They were larger than I had imagined, the nipples standing out in big thick points between her fingers. She continued to look at the camera, then her eyes slowly closed as her hands slipped down her stomach towards a patch of brown hair. I leaned back in my chair and quickly unzipped my jeans pushing them down past my knees, as I did so m thick cock jumped out from beneath the boxers the tip already glistening. I smiled as I reached down with one hand and began to stroke as I watched her fingers slowly work over her pussy. I was so absorbed in the moment that I had forgotten about my surroundings. "Oh my." Her voice came to me in an appreciative tone. I glanced up to see her standing at the edge of my desk easily able to see what I was doing. I smiled sheepishly and then continued with what I had been doing. She was wearing a long black dress that seemed to be some kind of velvet. It had buttons running its full length and as usual they were all buttoned. I glanced at her then at the screen then back at her again matching the screen with what I saw before me. She leaned on the desk and reached up under her dress and stepped out of a pair of black silk panties. With a grin on her face, she knelt before me and pushed my hand away. She wrapped the panties around my throbbing cock, they were warm which surprised me as I had only felt cold ones wrapped around it before. Her hand slowly began to stroke up and down the full length as her other hand reached out and cupped my heavy balls. "A question I didn't ask yesterday." She said as her hand began to increase its pace. "Really? What?" I asked her through deep gasps for breath. "Do you cum a lot?" she said with a smile and the twinkle in her eye reinforced the fact that she intended to find out so I better not lie to her. "Don't know." I said between breaths, her stroking had not gotten quite fast and her eyes alternated between the tip of my cock and my face, "I don't think there is all that much." I managed to say wondering how I got such a complete sentence out. "I'm going to find out pretty soon, aren't I?" she asked teasingly, part of her hand glistened from the thick precum that was beginning to run over the panties. "Real soon." I replied trying to keep my hips back against the chair, the video running on the computer completely forgotten. "Good, I want to see you cum." Her warm breath from her words brushed against the head of my cock and my balls suddenly tightened within her grasp. She smiled as she felt it. "Here it cums." I said thickly trying to hold it back as long as I could not wanting the moment to end. "Shoot it." She coaxed, her hand still working as the first shot of cum geysered from my cock. It shot straight up like a fountain and fell down onto her hand and black panties as she kept stroking. She started laughing, with each consecutive shot as it dreamed of hitting the ceiling came far short and landed thickly on her hand. The black panties were now mostly white and slippery and she tried to keep them moving up and down my pulsing cock. Her hand did not slow down; even after the shots had stopped she kept stroking at a steady pace and leaned forward. "I believe you said your record was three times?" she asked with a challenging smile. "Yeah, it is." I told her struggling for breath. "Well, be happy, today I only want two." And with that her mouth descended around the head of my cock. I could see the whit cum on her panties trying to cling to her lips and cheek with each upward stroke but then my eyes closed. I struggle to stay calm and not yell out, her hand had yet to slow down and now her tongue was savagely attacking the head of my cock. I felt her giggle against me as she stroked, I was torn between wanting to laugh from the tickling sensation or groan far too loudly for the office from the sexual tension that she had already rebuilt. "I think that should do." She said as she stood up and turned around. The blank panties she dropped to the ground and they fell quickly the thick cum making them less air resistant. She wiped her hands off on her dress, leaving white smears on the dark material as she leaned forward onto the desk presenting her dress-covered ass to me. I smiled broadly and stood up raising the dress, as I got closer. I slipped the head of my cock into the warmth of her pussy and gently pushed forward until the whole length was inside of her, she gasped quietly reaching out to the other end of the desk to steady herself. I feel into a slow and rhythmic pattern as I reached around her and let my fingers find her clit. She jumped as my finger found it and began to rub against it while my cock slid in and out of her tight pussy. From her intake of breath I could tell that I had found the spot I was looking for. I pressed her clit so that she could feel the hair from my balls rubbing against her clit. It must have been a sensation that she had not felt before as her breath came in sharper breaths. As she seemed to be enjoying herself, I continued what I was doing. My balls were aching from having cum so recently, but I could tell by the throbbing of my cock that it was going to stay hard until I came again. I moved one of my hands back onto her ass and grabbed her tightly as I began to pound harder into her. She was pressed forward against the desk with each thrust and seemed to push back against me, as I withdrew not wanting to let me go. Suddenly I felt her knees seem to wobble and her ass bucked back against me with a violence that surprised me. She moaned loudly, almost too loudly and then as though she realized it she gripped the edge of the desk as tightly as she could. Her knuckles turned white as I felt her whole body quiver as her pussy tightly clenched onto my cock, I continued to thrust in and out of her forcing her to cum harder as my finger worked on her clit. Her forehead banged down on the desk, but not hard enough to seem painful and my cock continued to attack her. I could tell that she was beginning to have a very difficult time staying on her feet, but I was determined to keep going as long and steadily as I could. Finally she pushed back hard against me, forcing me to stop, much to my disappointment. "Can't stand." She said breathlessly. I pulled out and helped her to roll over so that she was lying on my desktop. My cock slipped back into her pussy as I grabbed her legs and pulled them up. Her legs moved without resistance as I pushed the tops of her thighs against her stomach, I imagined that her thighs must have been burning from the exertion of standing through her orgasm as she had. She exhaled quickly, blowing a strand of hair from her face. "Oh yes that's better." She said beginning to catch her breath. I let my cock throb inside of her pussy for a few moments. "I wanna fuck you hard, Raylene." I told her with a smile. She smiled back and reached down to grab the edge of the desk by her ass. "Then fuck me." She said with a smile of her eye and a challenge in her eyes. Her glasses were slightly askew from her episode with the desktop but other than that she looked fine, actually energized as her face glowed slightly. I gripped the back of her thighs tightly and began slowly, gradually increasing my pace. Her body slapped louder and louder against mine with each deep impact, her hands gripped the desk tighter as she fought to keep from getting pushed off of the edge. I could see her tits swaying wildly beneath her dress; the outline of her nipples clearly visible and I could tell by the way that they moved she had no bra on. Her breasts almost seemed to hit her chin as they bounced; she breathed deeply, her eyes closed as she struggled to remain silent. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten again, aching to be released from the building pressure. I pushed deep into her again and stopped, trying to regain control of myself. "I'm gonna have to cum soon." I whispered to her through clenched teeth. "Then get your cock up here, I wanna see that thick cum." She said with a smile. I pulled out and moved over the side of the desk where her head was. She smiled as she watched me, my cock swaying from side to side as I moved closer to her. "Stroke that thick cock for me." She said her eyes fixed on me as her hands wandered down to her clit. I smiled and wrapped one of my hands around my throbbing cock, knowing that it would not take too many strokes. "Gonna cum." I moaned thickly as the head of my cock throbbed lightly against one of her cheeks. She smiled invitingly at me and as I saw the smile I felt the cum begin to surge out of my balls towards her face. It came in long thick shots of pearly white, coating her cheek and red lips. It slid down from the tip of her nose onto her other cheek. She continued to smile at me as the cum slid down her cheeks and into her dark hair. I moaned as loudly as I dared myself to, feeling my balls aching knowing that they were completely drained as the tip of my cock smeared the thick cum on her one cheek. "Don't think I can go back to my desk like this." She laughed as one of her fingers pushed some of the cum between her lips and into her mouth. "I don't know, I kinda like the way you look." I told her with a smile, my cock throbbed again. "No." she laughed again, "I won't sit at my desk looking like this." "How 'bout you take the rest of the day off." I suggested to her, meaning it. "I could do that." She said as she slipped some more of the cum into her mouth, "Or." She said and then stopped. "Or, what?" I asked her wondering how I had managed to miss her glasses from such close range. "Three times, you said?" she said with a devil-may-care grin that got my attention and made my cock jump again. "Yeah, that's what I said." "Wanna set a new record, stud?" she said with a twinkle in her eye and a challenge in her voice. I smiled broadly at her and stepped closer letting the head of my cock slip back into the warmth of her inviting mouth. She gladly accepted it. That was both the longest and shortest day of my life. The Secretary Each day as I sit at my desk, shuffling all the papers to make it seem like I actually have an important role in keeping the company going, I steal glimpses at you, my private secretary. You are always dressed so sexily. Classy and sexy. From my vantage point , I can watch you at work, always so professional. What I really love is the way you show off your long legs. I watch as you cross your legs, sometimes your skirt pushed above your stocking tops. I can even hear the hiss of your nylons as you cross your legs. I could sit for hours, gazing at your legs and seeing your feet in the highheel pumps. OH, and when you dangle you shoe from your toes, I get a raging hardon! Sometimes, it is embarrassing, and I often have to sit in my office to regain my composure before stepping out to talk to you. Gathering up some letters for you, I approach your desk. "Anne, could you please send these out for me?" I can't help my eyes from looking up and down your legs, and my mind fantasizes about dropping down to your feet and making love to your shoes and feet. Feeling a hotness in my groin, I realize that a bulge in my slacks may be quite noticeable. I quickly hand you the letters and turn to walk away. *** You hand me the letters, and I see your eyes are glued to my legs. I am glad about it because I had been lost in a daydream when you walked by. I had tried to imagine how your cock would look like. Sometimes I get lost thinking about that, and before I could scold myself and try to focus you walk over. I must have turned into a deep blush but fortunately, you did not notice. I have noticed how you look at me, and I like it, so for weeks I have made a point of wearing the highest heels I can wear without stumbling. You hand me the papers and leave. I notice your buldge and can't help a deep sigh as you walk back. I check but am sure you can't see me. I move my right foot up my left leg imagining it was your touch. I imagine letting my sensual foot gliding over that buldge of yours. I can't get rid of the thought and I feel I am getting moist. *** I return to my desk, the image of your beautiful sexy legs and feet burned in my mind. I sit slowly back down in my seat, my thoughts always returning to you. I wrestle with the temptation of spilling my guts out to you. "But, what if she files sexual harassment charges? What if she is really as hot as she looks? Am I on the verge of an awful legal problem or an incredibly unbelievable sexual experience? Is it all worth the risk?" I nearly go crazy as I ponder the possibilities. I finally make a decision. "Ann, could you please come into my office for a moment? I need to have you take some notes for me." My heart pounds excitedly as I hear you rise from your desk and walk towards my office. The clicking of your heels on the marble floor is so erotic, and I feel foolish to be turned on by such a thing. I gaze at you hungrily as you approach. I gesture to the seat in front of my desk. "Please close and lock the door, and take a seat." I stammer. "I have something to tell you, and I hope that you won't take it wrong." I take a moment to admire your beauty and sexiness, and have to nearly slap myself back to reality. My throat tightens and I begin to feel a giddiness. It's a giddiness that I felt in high school when asking for a date. I tell you, "Ann, I must confess that I really don't have any work for you to do, and I apologize for asking you to stay after everyone else has gotten to go home. I must also confess that I find you very attractive. I must admit, I even have sexual fantasies about you. My weakness is a woman that likes to wear nylons and heels. And, well, Ann, the way you dress makes it very difficult for me to concentrate. All I seem to do all day is fantasize about kneeling at your feet and getting off sexually. I know that you may be offended by hearing this, but my intentions are not to insult you." Feeling somewhat a burden lifted off my shoulders by this confession, I feel a bit of relief, but now my heart is pounding in anticipation of what you may reply or do. Uncontrollably, I walk over to you and softly kiss your neck, my hands running over your back. As I kiss you, I steal another glance at your feet and gasp softly as I see your ankle strap heels. I feel the warmth rushing to my groin and the unquestionable feeling of my cock hardening. By now, I realize that I have committed myself, for better or worse, and my sexual urges control my actions. Flashes of you becoming angry at me pass through my brain, but they are overtaken by my desire to have sex with you. *** With a tingle of relief I realize you are not going to fire me. I hear your words and your confessions and suddenly it feels as if your words have stirred a fire deep inside my guts. You walk over to me and kiss my neck and, like a jolt, it feels as if you have opened the flood gates. I am so wet that for a second I am afraid I have peed. I moan softly and with a glance I see a buldge in your pants. I stiffle a groan and I manage to say, "What about the door?" *** Brought to attention by your question, I quickly stride to the door, close and lock it. I return to you, still seated so sexily, your shapely legs crossed. I bend down to you and kiss you passionately on your lips, my tongue plunging deeply into your mouth. My tongue searches for yours. I let my hands drift downward, to your chest and begin to fondle your tits through your white silk blouse. Stopping only occasionally to gather in a quick breath, my fingers begin to unbutton your blouse. As each button is unfastened, I gently pull your blouse open until it is more than halfway open. But open enough for me to kiss down your neck and down to your bare skin above the partially exposed lacey bra. "Oh, Ann, you make me so damn horny! My cock is so hard!" I moan as I continue to nuzzle my face deep into your exposed cleavage. Now on my knees, my face is chest-high to you. My hands reach down to your legs and caress your nylon-covered legs. Oooohhhhhh ... the smoothness of the nylons on your nice legs is so sensual. I stroke your calves, then move my hands downward to your ankles. I run my hand over your ankle, feeling the smoothness of the nylons and the coarseness of the ankle strap of your shoes. OOoooooooooohhhhhh! I close my eyes and let my lust take hold of me. I hear my nylons rustle as your hands glide down and it feels like a million little fires are burning on my skin. I can only moan and as I open my eyes for a moment I see how big the buldge in your pants is and a wave of desire hits me again. My tits ache for touch and my nipples feel as if they will tear my bra any second now... I can not speak anymore ... I continue to fondle your ankles and run my hand all over your shoe, sliding my fingers sensually down the slim heel. MMMmmmmmmm...you have me so horny, and I don't know where to start on your body to pleasure myself! I pull your blouse out from the confines of the waistline of your skirt and unbutton your blouse fully. Your chest heaving with excitement, your tits seem to beckon for attention. Still on my knees in front of you, I reach up and pull your tits up and out of the bra cups. I place my open, eager mouth over your right tit and begin to suck, pulling my head back as I reach the nipple. My tongue swirls around the nipple, feeling the erection of it. My hands then slide back down to your legs. I slowly ease the hem of your skirt upwards, almost to your waist. I slide my hand in between your slightly open legs and caress your inner thighs through the nylons. AAAaaaaaaa....Feels so good to feel you! "Ann," I say in a quiet, but husky voice, "you have been a very good employee for me. You have always done good work for me. Now, it is your turn to tell me how to please you." I almost cum as I feel your hand etching higher on my thighs! I pull up my skirt and in a hoarse voice I ask you if you are ready for anything.... I see you nodd and my foot begins to touch the pole in your pants. I try to grab the tip of your cock between toes and the sole of my heel and I finally mananage... not I look into your eyes and tell you... "don't open your fly...and....breathe on my pussy through my nylon pantyhose".... I spread my legs as far as I can without loosing your cock and close my eyes.... I groan in total ecstasy as your foot touches my hard cock through my pants. "AAAaaaaaaa....Anne, I love your foot against my cock. I dream about it daily, and it is even better than I had imagined!" I move closer to you so that your foot can press harder against my cock. I move my head between your open legs and feel the pantyhose rub against my face. OOOHhhhhh...it is so smooth... Not needing to be asked a second time, I move up even closer so that my face is buried into your crotch. I take in a deep breath as I bury my nose into the crotch of the pantyhose. MMMmmmmmmmm....Even through your pantyhose, I detect the unmistakable smell of a wet pussy. Pressing my face tight against the crotch, I begin to take in deep breaths. I am so aroused by you that my breathing is heavy and a little rapid. I know that you must be able to feel my breathing on your sweet, wet pussy. "Oh, Anne! I want to sexually please you so bad! Tell me more how I can satisfy you." I am frantic for yout touch by now. I feel your raspy breath through the wet fabric and I move to the edge of the chait and pull the hose tight. I am so wet the nylon sticks to my panties immediately und I slip a hand under it to pull the wet panties out of the way. I lay my pussy free and almost like a waterfall my juices wet the nylons. My pussy lips lay now open on the nylon for you as I take out my hand again und suck on my fingers that have my delicious juice on it. I twitch your cock between the fabric of your suit pants my foot and the sole of my heels and I whisper... "oh Ed...lick my pussy through my nylons and make me cum!.... I shove my face tighter against your crotch, and I can now not only smell your fragrant pussy, but I feel the moistness dampen your pantyhose. My tongue flicks against the nylon fabric, and I get a small sample of the taste of your sex juice. This only whets my appetite, and I desire more of the juices. Driven mad by desire, I open my mouth further, munching upon your pussy through your pantyhose. As my mouth rapes your pussy, I shove my face into you rhythmically, as if FUCKING you with my face. I place my hands under your ass cheeks and pull you tightly aainst my face. MMMmmmmmmmmm....I love eating your pussy through your hose. Meanwhile, your foot drives my throbbing cock to extreme hardness, and I can feel my underwear getting moist from precum. "Ooohhhh, Anne. Let me make you cum !!!" I moan as I feel your face pushing my nylon into my pussy that is oozing now steadily...I shiver and spasm as your face hits my CUNT!.... I lift my ass a bit and ask you to pull down my hose with your teeth!...take it off...I have plans for it... I feel your cock twitching and I jerk you hard while I feel your breath on my hot clit...I want to make you cum in your zipped pants....I rub faster and harder and I scream CUM FOR ME! Abiding by your instructions, I unclasp the ankle strap from each heel and ease your foot out of your shoes. I reach under the waistband of your pantyhose and lift it so my teeth can clasp the hose. With some difficulty, I manage to finally get your pantyhose down from your legs.I watch excitedly as you pull them all the way off. I replace your shoes onto your feet and gasp as your foot again rubs my cock through my pants. I shove the panties to one side and busy my tongue in your slit, teasing your clit. MMmmmmmmmmm....your pussy juices are incredibly sweet and plentiful!! As you press your foot against my throbbing cock, I can feel the cum start to build up pressure. "AAAHHhhhh.... gonna.... cummmm.... OOoohhhhh.... FUCKKKkkkkk....!!!!!!" In frantic spasms, my cock explodes, squirting out cum in forceful rhythymn. I can feel the warmth of cum accumulating in my boxers and on my groin. Soon, as the cum cools and becomes more liquified, I can feel it running down my thighs. As I cum, my tongue plunges deep into your cunt, moving to and fro in a FUCKING motion. My muffled groans of pleasure are drowned out by the wet sucking sound of my tongue FUCKING you.... "Ohhhhh, Anne! That was an incredible orgasm! I have never ejaculated that much cum before!" Even more incredible is the fact that my cock was getting hard already, again!!! I reach down to your feet and stroke your shoes, and my cock responds to the sexiness of you... I command you to open your zipper...only your zipper!...as you slowly open your zipper I let a foot glide into your pants. I feel your sticky goo and I rub my toes to lather my feet and to feel your cock. Finally I manage to slip my sticky foot under your boxers and almost cum as I reach your cock. You have cum so much I feel like I have my feet in jell-o... I let it wander up and down your shaft and tickle your head with my toe... I pull my foot out again and you can see it is really covered with your delicious cum. I ask you to look at the mess you made...and ask you to hand me the nylons... will you lick my foot clean? If so...lick it and look directly at my pussy... as I take the nylon...and with one hand spread my pussy lips...with the other...I very slowly push the nylon into my cunt....with every stroke of your tongue on my foot I push the nylon in... I obediently open my fly and pull it open widely, so you can have access to my cock. I slip your heel off your foot..."OOOOHHHHHHhhh," I moan, as your foot slips inside and reaches my cock. As you slide your foot up and down over my wet, but slightly stiffened cock, I can feel your toes getting wet with my cum. When you ease your foot out, it is dripping with cum, and my eyes open widely in surprise at how much cum there is on your toes. Not used to tasting semen, I am at first hesitant to lick your foot clean, but I am so aroused and curious that I abide by your command. I gently grab your foot and pull it up to my mouth. My soft tongue begins to lick lightly at your toes, noting the somewhat salty/sweet taste of cum. You spread your pussy and my licking becomes more intense, lapping even between your toes, so as not to miss a drop. You begin to stuff your pantyhose into your cunt, and my heart pounds furiously and I begin to suck each toe ravenously!!! "Oh, Anne," I murmur between my sucking of your toes, "you have me so HOT and HORNY! Command me and watch me obey!!!" I watch lewdly as you shove your pantyhose into your cunt, inch by inch. While I envied the pantyhose because of its location, my cock signals that it is enjoying the show. My tongue laps each toe, then travels to your sole and licks up and down the length of your foot as my hands gently caress your foot... I can see your eyes glued to my pussy. I shudder violently and CUMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know you can see me twitch and jerk... catching my breath I pull out the nylon...it is gooey and slimy and fully lathered from my juices.... I ask you to stand up and to pull your cock out... I want to wrap the nylon around it.... My tongue continues to taste the semen, but much of it is gone, now. I suck your toes deeply as I watch you cum, your pantyhose shoved partway into your cunt. "AAAannnnnnne....." I moan hoarsely. Then, as you slowly pull the nylon from within you, it makes a wet, sliding sound. The crumpled hose is sopped with your pussy juices, and I lick my lips excitedly, imagining how it would taste. Your order awakens me from the trance, and I stand up as instructed. I reach into my open fly and pull my once again excited, hard cock from within the confines of my pants. Grabbing the pantyhose in my right hand, I begin to wrap it over my cock. OOooooooohhhhhhhh.....it is so sexy, the feel of your nylon - the pussy juice soaked nylon - on my throbbing, hard cock. As I wrap it around my cock, I pull on myself, feeling the smoothness of the nylons as my cock slides through the material. My breath begins to quicken, again, and my heart pounds. "OOOoohhhhh,Anne...You're making me feel like I'll need to cum, again, soon! I'll give you all the semen from my balls...." I notice you trembling and I am torn... maybe I should let you taste the nylons and lick what has rubbed off of my juices from your cock wanting to taste your cum so bad... I am pure lust by now and ready to give it to it and change the roles.... "use me now"...is all I manage to whisper... Jumping at the chance to give a few orders, I tell you, "Take your nylon off my cock. Now, slide my cock into the hose until my cock is at the very tip of the toe of the pantyhose." The nylon fabric is wrapped snugly around my swollen cock, like a nylon rubber. The material glistens from the moisture of your pussy juices still upon it. "Now, Anne, suck my cock with your hose wrapped around it. Get my cock nice and hard, and use a lot of saliva. Get you hose nice and wet. When you're done, lie down on your back on my desktop and get ready to be FUCKED by my cock with its nylon sheath still around it." I am still shaking but reach forward to warp my mouth around your cock. I taste my own juices and wish it would mingle with your cum in my mouth so I start to coat you in my saliva until everything drips and then I start to let my tongue tickle your cockhead in earnest. I ache for you so much I barely can remember your wish to fuck me so I really have to call me to order. I am so hot now I feel a breeze touching my clit will make me cum violently. I pant and sweat and then I lie on my back feeling my own juices running down my legs! God I never was so wet and I never wanted to be fucked that much in my life... I lie you on your back on my desktop and place your feet on the arms of my chair so that your legs are spread open. I stand between your open legs and gaze at your hot, dripping pink pussy. My cock bobs up and down from pulsations and throbbing. My cock, still covered by the condom made of your nylons, continues to ooze more precum, wetting the inside of your nylons. "I'm sorry, Anne, of the sticky mess in and on your nylons!" Because your sucked my cock so well, it is very wet and slick from your saliva. I grab my cock and stroke it up and down your slit, rubbing gently at your clit. "Do you like my cock massage?" I ask lewdly. I rub it up and down, up and down. As I tease your pussy with my cock, your sex juices keep the nylons wet and slick. "I'm gonna FUCK you!!!" I ease my cock partway into your cunt. "AAAaaaaa.....oooohhhhhh...." Then, with a firm thrust, I bury my cock deep into your cunt. "Ooooooohhhhh...goddddd!!!" Even though your nylons somewhat diminish the feel of your cunt around my cock, the sliding of my cock against your nylons more than makes up for it..... with each of your thrusts I feel closer to losing my mind it seems like my entire body is nothing but a burning cunt now I feel the wet nylon rubbing my pussy walls into pure madness and then suddenly your touch at my nipples hguuuuuuuuuuhhh your tongue at my toes I scream and sweat and I want to cum so bad so bad I want to have your cum now nothing else !!!!!!!!! My pelvis thrusts deeper and harder, ramming my cock into your cunt. "AAaaaaaa......Oh, Anne.....OOOooohhhhh....!!!!!" As my cock slides in and out of you, a wet swishing sound is made from the wet nylon sliding between us. As I FUCK you, I reach up and fondle your tits, pinching at the nipples. I then grab your legs and lift them so that they are draped over my shoulders. Not only does it enable me to get deper and harder penetration into your cunt, but I can now nuzzle your feet as we FUCK. I continue my FUCKING, in a deep trance of sexual ecstasy. I tilt my head to the right and lick at your left toes. I lick each toe delicately, then suck each one... The Secretary "The Secretary" is a movie directed by Steven Shainberg, starring James Spader, Maggie Gyllenhaal, and Jeremy Davies. This movie was released in the fall of 2002 and quickly left the theaters. It is currently available for rental or purchase. In "The Secretary" a young woman, recently released from a mental institution, finds a job as a secretary to an attorney. She has a deeply troubled past along with the standard Hollywood dysfunctional family. Her father is a recovering alcoholic, who resumes drinking, and her mother is very overprotective and who is herself a victim of spousal abuse. The young woman, Lee Holloway (played by Maggie Gyllenhaal), practices self-mutilation as a way of dealing with her emotions within her family. Obtaining a job is another way for her to find an escape. The relationship between Lee and her boss, E. Edward Grey (played by James Spader) quickly turns to the bizarre after Lee has continuously made a number of typographical errors in her typing. Mr. Grey insists that an electric typewriter be used, so Lee does not have the modern technology of spell check to help with her typing. At one point, Mr. Grey demands that Lee bend over his desk and read the letter aloud. As she does so, he administers a spanking to Lee. Her initial reaction is shock, yet she does not move nor does she protest. She continues to read the letter as Mr. Grey continues to spank her. The movie moves along, with the relationship progressing from one of strictly employee/supervisor to S/M to budding romance. Eventually, there is the conflict that all stories must have and the resolution that follows. "The Secretary" has seemingly taken the BDSM community by storm, so to speak. There are many who engage in the lifestyle – as it is known – who are calling this film a rare glimpse into the real world of BDSM. Yet, is it? Or is this film destined to be another cult classic, without regard to depth, integrity, or understanding? Or, is it simply a very poorly made movie? The opening lines of the movie begin with a narration by Lee, in which she states, "I was released from the institution on the day my sister got married." The scene that flashes on the screen is that of a young woman dressed in a dowdy and frumpy manner, who seems particularly vulnerable and fragile. A short time later, viewers find that Lee, in order to deal with the chaos of her home life, is involved with self-mutilation in the form of cutting, puncturing, and burning herself. The overall impression of Lee is an insecure, mentally fragile woman, who simply is unable to handle anything life might throw her way. As the movie progresses, and her relationship with Mr. Grey intensifies, the viewers watch as Lee becomes more assertive, more confident, and more comfortable with whom she is. However, though her self-mutilation ends (at the direction of Mr. Grey), she continues down the road of physical pain at the hands of another, Mr. Grey. Viewers will most likely be titillated and excited by the scenes that involve the erotic visions of spankings, light bondage, and masturbation. But are these few tidbits enough to keep an audience interested in the characters at hand? No, they are not. This movie is poorly written, poorly directed, and poorly delivered. There are long scenes that seem to have been contrived to stretch the movie out, and which serve no purpose to add to the plot or to the characters. The movie drones on, and the viewer finds themselves simply waiting for the next little tidbit the director or screenwriter has deigned to grace the screen with. It's simply not enough. E. Edward Grey appears to come across as a complex character. In fact, he is simply a character that is never developed in the movie. The viewer is left not knowing or understanding this character whatsoever. There is neither motive nor explanation for his actions. The viewer must attempt to piece his actions together, and there isn't enough glue for that to happen. The movie attempts to make Mr. Grey into some sort of romantic figure, but all that remains on the screen is a man who is confused about what he is doing and, in general, is an asshole. Lee Holloway never seems to be anything more than a woman with psychological problems that go unresolved. The shift in her mental fragility shifts from her own hands to that of her supervisor. The viewer is left with the idea that any woman who engages in this type of activity willingly simply must be just as psychologically damaged as Lee is. As one who engages in the activities played out in the movie, I can speak from personal experience that there are women who find this type of activity exciting and erotic and who are not under psychiatric care, who are not engaging in self-mutilation practices, and who are not insecure. The character of Lee is one that is simply not believable. The movie itself is obviously low budget, which can be fine if a cast and crew can work together to make a great film. The movie, however, is not a great film. There are too many holes, too many unanswered questions. Mr. Grey's office appears to be huge. There is a long hallway that leads from the reception area to his office; yet, the only other staff is a paralegal. Why such a large office for only three people? The paralegal has knowledge of her boss' activities, yet remains silent, almost a shadowy figure on the outskirts playing a voyeur. This character seems useless and serves no purpose to the story whatsoever. Also, when Lee is hired, she is told that she is only responsible to type and to answer phones. Anyone who has ever worked for, or known, an attorney knows that his/her secretary is their right arm. The skills to work as a legal secretary are far and above simply typing and answering phones. So, there is another hole: where is Mr. Grey's real secretary? A successful attorney such as Mr. Grey would be interested in incorporating all the latest technology, yet insists that Lee use an electric typewriter so Lee is without benefit of spell check for her typing errors. As mentioned before, the movie suddenly throws in scenes and props which leave the viewer wondering what purpose they serve. The screen flashes with Lee floating in a swimming pool a number of times, yet there is never a reason given as to what that means. Mr. Grey has an obsession with a wonderfully visually stimulating indoor garden. But, again, what does it mean or what purpose does it serve? Mr. Grey is also obsessed with mice in his office, and instructs Lee to set traps that will catch them so they can be released later. If Mr. Grey is a successful attorney, he can certainly hire an exterminator to remove the pests. Why does the movie make such an issue of catching mice, unless perhaps it is to drive home the point that Lee is soon to be trapped as the mice are? It seems that there are scenes that have been developed by the director or screenwriter in an attempt to be visually stunning. Instead, they simply leave the viewer bored due to the length and number of these scenes. The movie itself can't seem to decide what direction it wants to take. At times things appear almost comical, but the movie falls far short of comedy. The movie is too ridiculous to take as serious drama. There are elements of a romance, but it seems the movie is trying too hard. There are too many conflicts that are unresolved and unanswered for a true romance to be had. The ending leaves just as many questions as the rest of the movie. Those individuals within the BDSM community are calling this movie a great achievement. In actuality, there are so few mainstream movies filmed involving the BDSM lifestyle that many will praise less than good quality work for the satisfaction of believing their sexuality is recognized as valid by society. This is sad indeed. There are many wonderful, funny, romantic, and sensitive relationships within the BDSM community. It is too bad that movies about these relationships are not made. Instead, the viewers are subjugated to movies such as "The Secretary." The Secretary She shivered when he walked past her that morning. She could not help it. The smell of his cologne was driving her mad with lust. It was spicy. Like him. The hint of Latin blood in him made him all the sexier. "Morning, Ann. Nice weekend?" She smiled at him, her boss, and replied in the same tone she always did. "The usual. Coffee?" "You know it." He was then shutting the door to his office, leaving her there to sigh out loud now. She really needed to get over this sudden animal lust for her boss. She had worked for him for five years now, and other than the occasional shoulder brush, nothing had happened. Reaching into her purse and pulling out her compact, Ann reapplied her beige lipstick, and stared at her reflection. She was not a great beauty, but she could pass muster. Her dark hair was swept up in a bun, and her green eyes were clear and wide. She had nice cheekbones, and a nice body. So why hadn't he made a pass on her yet? She rose to fill a mug with the rich fragrant coffee, and grabbing her memo, made her way into office. It was manly, like him. His mahogany desk was large, and neat, his leather chair poised behind it, where he sat there like a waiting tiger. His skin was golden, his eyes bright and gold in color, his hair dark and sin. She wanted to run her fingers through it. Ann licked her lips, and set the coffee down on his coaster. "There are a few things I wanted to go over with you before you talk to Mr. O'Hagan again. It's concerning his account with us," Ann continued, William watched her as she prattled on, boring the hell out of him. He didn't care for work today. He had awaked with and itch and he longed to scratch it. With anyone. Anywhere. He watched her tap her pen on the notebook, and look at him with her wide eyes look of seriousness. For once in the time that she had worked for him, he found her very pretty. She looked quite..nice…in her black suit and stockings. William felt his cock rising in his pants but he didn't squirm. Real men didn't squirm. They waited. "I believe that covers it." Ann said nervously. He was staring at her in an odd way. There was a brief moment when she thought she was going to be fired. Panic set in. "Would you like some more coffee?" "No, Ann. I wouldn't like more coffee. However, if you would, could you please hand me the O'Hagan file from the cabinet?" Ann nodded and went to do the task. William watched her skirt ride up as she bent to pull the file cabinet open and sift through the files. She had a nice shapely ass. Firm looking. William rose to his feet without even thinking, and was behind her in an instant. Ann stiffened when she felt him behind her. Then he was leaning down, reaching into the cabinet himself. He paused to glance at her and for a moment they were only inches apart. He glanced down her shirt, and got a glimpse of cleavage. Then he was backing away and standing up. Ann looked up at him. "How long have you been working for me, Ann?" This was it. He was going to fire her. She felt her knees shake, and she licked her lips nervously. "A little over five years, sir." "Don't call me sir. I'm not that old, yet." "Of course not, I didn't mean." "Ann," he began, leading her over to the office couch," You would do anything for me if I asked you, correct?" He pushed her down on her butt, and she stared, mouth open, up at him. "Yes, of course I would." William nodded, and then he was sitting down beside her. God, he was so hard. He wanted her, right now, right here. "And you know that you will always have a job here with me, correct?" "Yes, sir. I don't…." "Ann, I want you to give me a blowjob." Ann felt the blood rush to her face, and a knot of hair slip from her bun. Had she just heard him correctly? A blowjob? Her? Him? William sat there, waiting for her to begin. This was really quite fun, he thought to himself. He was going to fuck his secretary. "Well," He said. "You do like your job, don't you, Ann?" There it was. The kicker. Do it or go home. She almost laughed out loud, but then, as if in slow motion, her slender hands were reaching for the zipper on his pants, and she was sliding it down. He settled back in the leather, watching her, wanting her to do it. Ann felt his hard cock, and almost moaned at the sight of it as she pulled it free of his underwear. It was silky and long and hard. She ran her hands over it, and suddenly she was wet. She could feel her pussy dripping. She had never felt like this before. Hot and horny, and wanting to suck him off. Her mouth settled on him like a storm, licking and sucking at him, cupping his balls in her hand. He almost came when he opened his eyes and saw her hair tumbling down around his thighs, and her mouth plastered on his cock. She was moaning as if she loved it. And he really thought that she did. He ran his fingers through her hair, messing the pins that held it, and shoved her head down on him. She almost gagged, but then took him deeper. He moaned. "God, Ann. You're great." She sucked him faster, and he felt himself losing it. He was going to come all over his prim secretary's face. And she wanted him too! Ann felt his cock swelling in her mouth, and she tightened her grip on him. When he came, the force of it almost knocked her backwards, and then he was pulling out, and coming on her face. She licked at it, not believing how hot she was and that this was really happening to her. William lay there for a minute afterwards, staring at her intently. She felt herself blush, and started to stammer. "Shut up. And take off your clothes." She shivered, but began to strip out of her suit at once, kicking off her heels, and unbuttoning her jacket. William watched her, and when she was naked before him, he felt his rod hardening once more. She was tall, with nice breasts, and huge nipples. He licked his lips, anticipating the taste of them. Her pussy was shaved, all but for a small patch of dark hair, and he could see how wet she was. "Come here and ride me." Ann was more than ready to oblige him. She was so hot she wanted to come right this instant. She longed for his cock to be inside her, filling her up. She straddled his thighs and slammed her body down on his cock. There was pain for an instant, because he was so large, and then she was swallowing him up inside her. William couldn't believe how hot and tight she was. Her pussy was clenching him like a warm glove. He grabbed her breasts in his hands and pinched the nipples, drawing them out from her, making her moan. She was bouncing up and down on him like he was a ride at the county fair and he was enjoying it. Her hair tossed in his face, and he grabbed a handful of it, yanking her head back and taking one nipple into his mouth to nibble and suck on. She came at that instant, clutching at him and moaning so loud he just knew the office down the hall would hear. She was all shakes and shivers, tearing her nails up and down the length of his shirt, shoving her pussy up and down his length. "You're a slut, Ann. Look at what you're doing? I didn't know you fucked like this." She moaned at his talk, and then he was shoving her off him and onto the floor. There was a dazed look in her eyes as he stripped down and snatched her legs up in the air, her pussy exposed for him to see. It was pink and quivering with her juices, and he longed to taste it. Ann bit down on her lips when he knelt between her legs, and licked up and down her inner thighs. Then his tongue was in her, licking and sucking on her clit. He was running it up and down the length of her pussy, shaking it back and forth. Ann grasped his hair, shoving his face into her, moaning his name over and over again. This was wonderful. She was fucking her boss. Her dream had come true. William sucked her cunt until she was begging him to fuck her. "Please, I need you so bad. Please fuck me, please." Smiling, he rose up, and slid her body towards him, placing her legs on his shoulders, exposing her dripping cunt to his eyes. Then, flicking his fingers around her hole, he grabbed his cock, and slammed it into her. She cried out, grabbing her breasts with both hands, rolling her eyes around. William pounded into her, gasping for air, as he pummeled her pussy. He was harder than a rock, and he was giving it to her. "Do you like it?" She nodded her head, pinching the nipples on her bouncing breasts. He took his hand and slapped her ass cheek. She tightened up on him, shivering and shaking again. "Do you?" "Yes…..oh god yes….." He continued to pound into her, slipping and sliding in her warm juices, until he bored of that position, and pulled out of her. He picked her up and turned her on her stomach, snatching her ass up in the air, and placing both hands on it. "Now, Ann. Look at me." She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder, her cheeks red and flushed, her lips swollen from biting them to hold back screams. He almost shoved into her right then, she looked so damn sexy, but he held back, and rubbed his hand on her ass. "I'm going to fuck you now. You just think I was fucking you before. I'm really going to fuck you now." She whimpered, and pressed her ass against his rampant cock. He took his hand and slapped her hard. She settled down quick enough. Ann sucked in her breath when he slid into her wet and aching pussy. She needed to come again. She could feel it building up inside of her. When he slid the head of it into her, she couldn't help herself, and slammed back onto the rest of it. He moaned, and reached around to grab her tits in his hand. He was then fucking her, hard and fast and primal. His body was slapping against hers and she was making deep moans in the back of her throat. He was kneading her tits, almost to the point of pain, but she loved it. She wanted it. "Fuck me, William. Fuck me like I know you've been wanting to." William clamped down on her nipple with his fingers, pulling almost all the way out of her pussy, and then slamming back in again. "Shut the hell up. Let me fuck you." Then she was crying out, and shoving back against him, tensing up. He could feel his cock begin to swell, and he knew that it would be over soon. With a guttural cry, he shoved into her one last time. She exploded around him, and then she went limp. He let himself go, and it was the best come of his life. Ann moaned as she felt his hot come fill her up. She slid from his body and to the floor, where she lay there in a wet, trembling heap. He settled down on the couch and stared at her naked body. Yes, she was beautiful at that exact moment. And he had had her. "Well, Ann, I believe that you deserve a raise. How about you?" Ann sighed and got to her feet, where she stretched her arms high above her head. She looked at him, her eyes slitted like a cats, and licked her swollen lips again. "Yes, Sir. I believe I do." And with that, she donned her clothes, shoved the fallen pins back into her hair, gave him one last look, and was grabbing her memo and slamming the door behind her. William sat there for one brief moment, the dresses himself, settled down behind his desk, and began to sip his cold coffee. The Secretary Kara had been working for Corbin for a week. He truly had been a little leery of hiring such a young beautiful woman as a secretary. Not that he didn't think she could do the job he needed, but he wasn't sure he wouldn't wind up in the middle of a sexual harassment suit. He watched her today as she bent over in front of him to file some paperwork. Her little skirt ridding up to expose green straps of a garter belt. "Good God he thought, how am I supposed to concentrate when she does that?" He studied her long legs. The nude thigh highs she wore weren't really nude on her; her legs were white and creamy. The lace at the top of the hose made a wonderful contrast against her creamy white skin. He sat there drifting off into a daydream imagining what the rest of her body looked like without the skirt and shirt. His eyes swallowing in the sight of her little heart shaped ass as she bent over, imagining what that nice large rack looked like beneath that shirt. "Wonder if her undies all match" He assured himself they did, why wouldn't they? His thoughts went too far his cock enlarged against the seam of his pants so quickly it was almost painful. Obviously the porn he watched every night wasn't enough. He had been without flesh for months. As she stood back up he sighed a breath of relief as she walked out of the room and he could adjust himself to a more comfortable position. He looked back over the documents in his hand as he was trying to regain concentration. She walked back in again this time leaning over his desk her breasts bouncing off the edge and almost spilling out of the top of her shirt. She laid the documents in front of him he had requested she typed. "All done boss do you mind if I go a bit early to lunch I've got some errands to run?" He looked into her eyes and his fantasies went beyond belief. "Go ahead Kara I might take a long lunch myself, it is Friday after all." He bit back the need to tell her how beautiful those eyes were, not blue, not green, yet with this gold flake that made him want to study them for hours just to figure out what to call them. He had seen hazel eyes before but not like these. She smiled sweetly at him he noticed how her mouth was perfectly pouty, like Cupid's bow just waiting to be tasted. "Damn" he cursed his decision again. He never got work done with her around. He needed to see flesh he decided, he also needed lunch, trying to behave himself was giving him hunger pains for more than just food. There was a new strip club close that had been boasting a wonderful grill. Sounded like just what he needed today. He walked in and a little blonde seated him near the stage. She smiled sweetly as she handed him his menu and took his drink order. He grinned at all the waitresses in the little French maid outfits. Very cleverly designed to show everything yet cover, perfectly sheer. He tipped his waitress a twenty when she came back with his drink sliding his hand over her firm rump and giving it a little squeeze she giggled for him and asked if he was ready to order. He resisted the temptation to ask if she was on the menu, instead he settled for a nice steak rare. She smiled and wiggled her ass for him as she sauntered off. "Yes" he thought "this is exactly where I should have lunch today." He was intrigued when the announced the next girl as "The Secretary", then his jaw dropped it was Kara. She was in the same outfit she had teased his cock in at work this morning. He watched entranced as she seductively danced on stage while unbuttoning her shirt, flashing her tits then closing it coyishly He had fantasized something like this moments before to have it happening even with dozens of other men watching was driving him out of his mind. He watched her every move, he watched the skirt hit the floor exposing her garter belt and thong. When she swung around the dancers pole and turned upside down he almost lost it. He needed to jack off. He needed some relief. He needed her on his fucking lap. It almost pissed him off that she was working here. Really it pissed him off he hadn't came in sooner. The place had been open for weeks. Her dance ended and she disappeared. His balls ached. "Fuck" he thought "I have to go back to work with her." He ate his steak, it wasn't what he wanted. He still felt hungry, he was not in a good mood when he returned from lunch. Kara was at her desk, she had changed clothes. She wore a summer dress that was low cut showing off her cleavage beautifully, when she smiled at him his cock pressed hard against his trousers again. He dropped something in front of her and headed into his office. A few seconds later she came in with tears in her eyes and the business card from the restaurant still in her hand. "Does this mean I'm fired?" she asked sulking. He frowned this wasn't what he had hoped for. He never thought about her thinking it would make him fire her. "No" he answered. She looked at him in disbelief. "It just means your duties may change a bit." He smiled at her a bit evilly. She met his gaze and walked around the desk sitting on his lap thrusting her tits in his face. "What do you have in mind boss?" He almost came. "Suck me, now" he pushed her off his lap grabbing a handful of her long brunette hair he pushed her face towards his cock as he released it with the other hand. She needed no other coaxing he moaned as her warm moist lips slid over the hard head, he thrust upwards shoving his bad boy down her throat. She gagged and he held her there. "Yeah gag whore get over it" the tone in his voice surprised even him. This situation had sprung forth some emotions he didn't realize were becoming an issue. He kept thrusting upwards even if she gagged he pressed her head down harder. It wasn't long before he came. She swirled her tongue against the base of his cock and he let it loose. "Don't let it drip bitch or I'll punish that sweet little ass of yours." She greedily swallowed his jizz. She then continued to suck and lick even after he was done. "You were a bad little whore Kara not telling me you were a stripper and teasing my cock for over a week with your slutty little outfits. Do you like to be watched Kara?" she just nodded her head yes. He knew she was hot he could smell her cunt juices as she stood up from her knees. "Strip for me Kara now." She did as she was told stripping much the same manner as she had in the bar. "All the way whore" she continued down to nothing he licked his lips. She had a nicely trimmed little snatch, her tummy was flat and her tits were big and bouncy. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him pushing her over his lap face down. "I told you, you were a bad little whore now I'm going to punish you, his hand came down on her ass. The cheek bounced and rippled beneath his fingers she moaned and tried to fight against him. This wiggling caused his cock to engorge again. He smiled and pinned her arms behind her, then proceeded to beat her gorgeous little ass end again. He laughed as she moaned and wiggled he beat her harder punishing her for the way she'd teased his cock. He felt her getting wetter by the second; her juices were dripping onto his pants he smiled. "Bad little whore's cunt is getting my pants wet I think you're ready for another type of punishment. He roughly moved her to his desk her titties pressing against the cold wood and her ass bent over exposing its delights to him. He moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy still holding her hands behind her, he slammed into her, she was so wet now he slid in easily he gave her a few nice thrusts she was tight, he ground her cunt into the corner of his desk her body reacted sucking at his cock. He held his breath, he didn't want to come just yet. Her body sucked harder and she wiggled uncontrollably he kept pumping her letting the corner of the desk toy with her clit while he took her tight little snatch. When she finished her orgasm she started to get up, he slapped her ass and told her to lay back down. She did as she was told. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and pushed it against her little asshole. She started to protest so he started the ass beatings again. "Don't say a word, I'm taking your ass one way or another." And with that he pushed his harded cock into her tight little hole. He loved anal so hot, so tight. She screamed he pushed harder she'd get used to it. He thrust himself into the base and leaned over her. He took two handfuls of those big titties and he squeezed them and made her wiggle her ass against him. As she got used to his large shaft in her ass he started to pump her still grinding her cunt against the edge of the desk he'd done this enough times he knew she'd come off again. He picked up the pace still torturing her huge titties with his hands. "God you're beautiful," he whispered in her ear as she came again. She whimpered beneath him begging for more and he gave it. He finished in her ass his come dripping out. He told her she could get dressed. She kissed him as she got off his desk. "I think I should go home early and shower Corbin," he smiled when she used his name instead of calling him "boss". "Fine, Kara, just leave me the schedule to your other job." She laughed as she left the room carrying her clothes out to her office. The Secretary Chapter 1. The Interview. It was 8.10am and Kelly was late. Her court shoes, newly polished, of a fashionable yet still sensible height clattered noisily on the cold marble tiles of the expansive foyer. Hurriedly she jabbed a finger at the elevator button, pressing it repeatedly, her nails trimmed short, practical. With a high-pitched ding the doors opened, the elevator as empty and cold as the pristine foyer. She checked her appearance in the mirrored walls of the elevator, lifting a hand to smooth back a loose strand of hair and tuck it back into the sensible bun. With a critical glance she looked over her outfit, plain black skirt falling just below her knees, her white shirt fitted, yet with enough movement that it didn't cling. She frowned, reaching into her bag to withdraw a pair of glasses, slipping them on just before the elevator lurched to a halt and the doors slid open once more. Shoulders squaring Kelly stepped into the hall, approaching the empty reception desk and ringing the small bell placed there. A woman appears, tall, long legs revealed under a skirt slightly shorter than appropriate. Her red hair is piled in a loose bundle on top of her head and scarlet lips the same shade stretch into a wide smile. "Oh... you're the temp? Fantastic, I'm about to reach my limits, thank god you've arrived." The woman smiled, quickly patting her slightly disheveled hair and beckoning to Kelly. "Follow me, we'll introduce you to the boss.... let him get a feel for you." The hall seemed empty as Kelly followed the woman, several doors leading off, most closed, the dull murmur of conversation could be heard behind some, the whirr of machinery, a dull, bumping of something against the wall... photocopier? At the end of the hall stood a set of double doors, majestic in height. The woman turned, looked Kelly up and down then gave a grin. "You'll do fine I think.. by the way.. I'm Nicole, I'm sure you and I will end up working together," with that she swung the doors open, revealing the office within. Walking through the doors behind Nicole Kelly had a sense of spaciousness. Tall glass windows rising from floor to elevated ceiling and a view that overlooked the streets below. At first glance it looked like a high class lounge, comfortable sofas, a bar placed discretely against one wall, a large television covering the wall. It wasn't till she turned slightly that she saw the broad mahogany desk and the high backed chair occupied by the man she could only assume was the CEO. With the sun behind him it was difficult to make out his features, save that he seemed to have a reasonable height and dark hair. He was silent as Nicole led Kelly to a chair, and so, in response, Kelly was too. Her palms felt sweaty, she needed this job, she'd been looking for a job for several months now, bills were piling up and if she didn't get something soon... if she didn't land a new job this week, it was likely she'd be tossed out of her rental and onto the streets. Nicole moved behind the desk, leaning close the man, her body shifting to block Kelly's view completely. She couldn't hear what Nicole said, only saw her leaning close, a little too close Kelly thought - perhaps it was a closer relationship between the pair? Nicole straightened, moving back around the desk and smiled at Kelly "I'm going to get coffee Kelly, then Mr Farrar has asked me to take notes... I hope you're alright with someone watching?" Kelly nodded, her gaze moving across the desk to the man once more, his face still set in the shadows . "Uh, yes.. of course, thanks," Kelly stammered. With that Nicole moved out of the room, closing those big double doors behind her. There was silence, unnerving silence, the man behind the desk uttering not a word though Kelly could feel him looking at her. Oh yes, she could tell his gaze was studying her. "Uh... I'm sorry I was late, I know it's not a good start but... well.. uh.." Kelly let her words trail off, shoulders lifting in a helpless half-shrug. There was a soft chuckle from the man - Mr Farrar. "It's alright Kelly, I think we can still manage with the time we have left. Now, as you would have been told we've got a lot of projects on at the moment. I've got my staff working long hours, too long, which is why we wrote the company about assistance. I'm glad they were so prompt at sending someone." Kelly ducked her head, cheeks flushing, was now the time to come clean? Should she tell them how just a day ago she was walking through the different floors of this building looking for work? That just a few days ago she was in the elevator with the mailman... saw him drop a letter.. picked it up. She'd meant to hand it over, follow him, but it was too late.. and for some reason, she can't explain why, she opened it. It was addressed to a recruitment agency... and then she saw what it was.. a job. A job for her. Wanted: Female, immediate start. Fast learner, flexible, willing to take on any task. To assist existing staff, long hours possible, monetary compensation will reflect the challenges of the tasks. Kelly did something she'd never done in her life, she tucked that letter in her bag, went home.. and rang the number, informing them that someone would be arriving in the morning. And now, here she was, with the opportunity to come clean. She opened her mouth, about to speak when... "Stand up, Kelly," came the direction. She blinked, putting her bag down on the floor and rising slowly to her feet. She could feel him staring at her, feel his gaze moving up and down her body as he spoke again. "Turn around ,slowly." Confused she did so, wondering what he was looking for. "Hmm... the clothes aren't quite what I expected." Kelly swallowed, her wardrobe did need updating, she knew that. Still... she thought she looked professional enough. "Open the top button of your shirt." Kelly blinked, not sure she'd heard right. "Well, do you want this job or not? I don't see why you're hesitating." Kelly inhaled quickly, slowly unbuttoning that first button. "Next one... " She was getting a bad feeling about this, her fingers fumbling as the next button came open, letting the shirt fall open slightly, exposing her cleavage. "That skirt... too long... hitch it up a little at the top.. there.. that's better.. " Kelly followed instructions mechanically, her mind racing, what kind of interview was this? The doors swung open Nicole entering with a tray just as he told her to open one more button, just as she slid it open revealing an indecent amount of her bra, her breasts. Kelly closed her eyes.. Thank God, Nicole was here to take notes, surely it'd be alright now. Nicole set down the tray on a sideboard, her gaze skimming over Kelly before she gave a frown. "You started without me." Kelly stared at the woman, feeling dazed, what had she gotten herself into? With a smile Nicole came over, patted her shoulder and told her to sit, taking a seat to one side of the desk and pulling out a notepad. "Now Kelly," Mr Farrar's voice came once more "This is a critical time for the company, I can't afford to have anyone take leave, get sick, or feeling stressed. That's where you come in, you're here to make sure they're all kept happy, relaxed, and able to work. Alright?" Kelly nodded mutely, her fingers tugging slightly at the shortened hem of her skirt. "Good, in return you'll be well rewarded, and I'd hope that you'd get some satisfaction out of the job too." With that he named a sum that made Kelly's jaw drop. That much money? To be an assistant, hell... she didn't care how long she had to work, this was the break she'd been waiting for. She smiled now, feeling suddenly eager. There was a chuckle from behind the desk as Mr Farrar noticed her reaction. "Good, I thought you'd be pleased with that. As I said you'll be assisting Nicole, working together. Before we let you get started though I'll need to test you out myself, put you through your paces. We'll start with something simple. Do you agree to this?" Kelly nodded, what would it be? Typing? Spreadsheets? She was confident in her abilities. She gave a smile "Yes Mr Farrar, I'm quite confident you won't be disappointed in what I can do." There was another chuckle, the squeak of the chair as he leaned back in his seat. "Take off your shirt Kelly." came the next words, and her smile faded, she looked at Nicole only to see her watching, nodding encouragement. What was this? She hesitated, hands trembling before she complied. Sitting there, in her bra she felt vulnerable, exposed. "Now.. stand up again.. " She moved up slowly, glancing towards the door, she didn't know what was going on here, but somehow it didn't seem like the secretary job she thought it was, now was her chance, to cut and run... "The skirt Kelly... I want to see what we're paying for." That was it.. she was going.. and yet, her feet wouldn't move. The money, she'd earn in a month what she'd made in the whole of last year. Before she could think she was stepping out of the skirt, standing in bra and undies and her sensible heels. She heard the creak of the chair, saw him rise from it, move around the desk. Still she couldn't see him, he moved behind her, came up to stand there.. she gasped as his arms came around her, large hands gripping her breasts. This was harassment! What was going on here! She looked at Nicole for help but the other woman was smiling, writing down a couple of things, studying her. She felt her bra unlatch, fingers brushing over her nipples, hands weighing her full breasts, massaging them. That was it, she was leaving now.. And then.. a body behind her.. hips nestling into her buttocks, and clearly, a hard cock, pressing up against her. She swallowed, making to move away but the hands held her firm, rubbed lazy circles over her breasts as his hips grinded into her butt. She felt it then, the heat, the rush of fluid as she became aroused. "I... no.. " she stammered, twisting slightly. He chuckled "Oh... good, they told you how I like it. It's always the ones who pretend to be a little bit shy who... interview the best." As he spoke his hand drifted over her stomach, tracing over her panties before cupping her pussy. She froze in place, what was this! She felt fingers snapping her bra, hands pushing down her panties, leaving her naked, and she felt those hands, moving over her, exploring. It was as though it wasn't really happening.. her body acknowledged the feelings, her mind remained stunned, shocked. As his hand slid down her naked body, sliding through the lips of her pussy she realised something else.. that cock was pressed up against her butt, no material separating them at all. And as that shock jolted her back to proper thought a finger pierced her pussy. Her wet, hot pussy, tight and aching, her body, betraying her with it's own natural instinctive eagerness. She groaned, feeling the walls of her pussy close around the digit, feeling him push her forward, lean her over that large mahogany desk. The sensation of him sliding his finger through her moist folds coupled with the feel of his cock, sliding through her buttocks. This was wrong, he was paying her to be a whore... she should go... and yet.. she couldn't, wouldn't... She saw Nicole watching, her head placed on the desk, facing the woman, saw her smiling as she wrote, saw her lift her leg, her skirt sliding up to reveal not only that she had no panties on, but that she was hairless. Kelly watched in horrified fascination as Nicole slid a finger into her own pussy, gasping that the woman would be so brazen. Her gasp quickly turned to a moan as Mr Farrar grabbed her by the hips, lifting her up and plunged his cock deep inside her wanton sex. It was too late.. she couldn't leave now, impaled as she was on the cock of her new boss. As he began to thrust into her, to slide her over the smooth wood of the desk she groaned, hating herself for enjoying it. Hating that she liked the feel of the hard wood under her breasts, that the feel of him piercing her, thrusting inside her was building up a heat inside. And when he took her hair in one hand, lifted her head and pulled it up so she could clearly see Nicole, could watch the woman fingering herself to orgasm she hated herself for liking that too. Mr Farrar groaned, his thrusts coming faster, harder, slamming Kelly's hips into the edge of the desk as his balls slapped against her cunt. Nicole was screaming now, showing no shame as she plunged her finger into her smooth pussy, as her body shook as she came. Mr Farrar grunted his approval, moving with force into Kelly. It was too much, she felt her pussy clench, felt it squeezing around that hard cock as he raped her there on the desk. She heard someone screaming, crying out for more and she realised it was her.. felt herself cumming even as Mr Farrar gave a final shove and spurted his cum inside her wet cunt. And then he was withdrawing, leaving her panting on the desk, slapping her body lightly and giving a ragged chuckle. "What do you think Nicole?" he rasped and the other woman grinned, licking her fingertip "Oh... I think her and I will work quite well together.. Mr Farrar." End of Chapter 1. The Secretary and Finance Director People always used to tell me that I was wasted as a secretary, 'you have the capacity for so much more' they'd insist. Perhaps, but it suited me. I was far from the stereotypical shy and retiring secretary though, a troubled childhood conditioned me to stand up for myself less be trampled all over. As such I built my career on working for some of the toughest bosses in London, all of whom had broken my predecessors at record speed. By the time I came along the HR department would be ripping their hair out and so desperate that negotiating a salary far higher than they had previously considered was childsplay. To break in in a new boss I utilised variations of the same formula I'd honed over the years. Firstly I'd let them see how good I am and sort out what ever shit hot mess the secretary before me had left behind. Then after a couple of weeks I'd get them to open up, usually interrupting them mid-flow whilst they were reeling off the tasks of the day, 'you don't seem yourself today are you OK?'. It worked wonders and never failed to catch them off guard, snippets of their personal woes would follow, never in too much depth but enough for step three, the tailored response. This required a little creative thinking on my part. One boss told me that he was in the midsts of a divorce which had left him stressed and exhausted. The following day I bought a steamer into work and made him a steamed salmon and spinach salad. It certainly wasn't in my job spec to cook or even arrange for my boss' lunch and he'd never asked me to do it for him before so he was surprised when I waltzed into his office unannounced and placed the dish on his desk. Visibly unnerved that I'd witnessed his surprise and therefore his vulnerability, he snapped 'I don't like fish'. I calmly looked him directly in the eyes and replied softly but firmly 'eat it, it will help with your energy levels'. I turned on my heels and left. He was not used to being told what to do, less so by a secretary. I returned after half an hour to clear his plate away and it was licked clean. He didn't look up at me or say thank you but the subtle softening in his body language indicated that I'd have him eating out of my hand in no time. They always try to test you after this and Mr Steamed Salmon was no different. The following Sunday morning at 3am he rang me on my mobile. I didn't wait for him to speak and chastised him severely. How dare he wake me up in the middle of the night, I didn't care if the office was burning down, weekends are my time and he had no right to expect me to work for him 24/7. I heard him stuttering on the other end of the line but hung up before he'd had the chance to assimilate his conflicting internal reactions to my outburst into a coherent response. Bosses like him aren't used to being told off and the telling off is the final phase. They're putty thereafter. Stop. On reading the above what type of lover do you think I am, or to be more accurate what type of lover to you think I dream of being? If your answer involves me wanting to be in charge, you're wrong. Unfortunately this is how my confident personality is interpreted time and again and I end up being bitterly disappointed with lovers who want me to take control. On the same token why should I temper my character in order to find the lover I so desperately need, if I wasn't myself the sex would be just as bad. If you were hoping that what follows would feature me and Mr Steamed Salmon in a state of undress, I'm sorry, I'm not turned on by bullies. However he was the one who toppled the first domino in a chain of events that would see me at the grand old age of thirty finally achieving sexual satisfaction. If only he knew, he'd probably choke on his spinach. The Monday after I'd chastised my boss was the day of the monthly Board meeting, a day long affair which was beyond boring and for which I was required to take the minutes. Seven board members, all male, and myself. I dressed as I always did on Board days, ensuring that my summer dress revealed slightly more of my cleavage than was strictly professional. Honestly this show was more for my amusement than any sexual gratification, I knew full well that bar Mr Steamed Salmon the other Board members found the meeting just as dull as I did and my tits punctuated the boredom. They all openly ogled except for the Finance Director, the consummate professional, quiet, unassuming. I never took much notice of him really. That morning as everybody took their usual seats, Mr Steamed Salmon stood over the Finance Director and said 'my Secretary sits there from now on'. The seat was at the business end of the table and the Finance Director was being demoted in front of the entire Board, there was an uncomfortable silence in the room as we switched seats. I was expecting the Finance Director to react but there was no visible signs that the snub had angered or upset him. Mr Steamed Salmon was a predictable bully. There was a joke amongst the other Board members that he played scapegoat roulette, focusing an entire meeting, usually unfoundedly, on his perceived failings of one of the Board members. There were no prizes for guessing who was getting it this month. Indeed, no sooner had we started on the first item of the day when Mr Steamed Salmon let rip, throwing one thing after another at the Finance Director. Why hadn't he done this? What the hell do you call that? The Finance Director remained calm throughout, a six hour grilling and he didn't even break a sweat. He knew he was the best accountant the company had ever had as did the rest of the Board, he never made mistakes and always did what was asked. Mr Steamed Salmon, accustomed to reducing grown men to tears, was visibly frustrated, he was obviously seeking an extreme reaction which he was not going to get. His desperation amused me and I stifled a smile. Was I imagining it or did the Finance Director just smirk when he thought nobody was looking? As I said before, I hardly took any notice of the Finance Director before. But as we all filed out of the meeting room I started to think, does he play mind games like I do to control people? I was intrigued. He could just as easily be the type who keeps all of his feelings inside and could be deeply upset by his public lashing. I chose to base my following actions on the latter, I do not like to witness people being bullied and I was going to find out if the Finance Director was OK. I went to the kitchen and brewed a cup of tea, Mr Steamed Salmon always liked a brew straight after the Board meetings. I made it exactly how he liked it in his favourite mug. I walked up to his office with the mug of tea in my grasp, straight past his open door and into the adjacent office where the Finance Director was seated. He didn't look up as I walked around to his desk with the mug of tea, so I placed it on his desk and started to walk out. 'On a coaster' he said quietly. I walked back up to his desk, and found a coaster underneath an old mug, I switched them. I then looked directly at the Finance Director and said 'he's a Cunt you know, he shouldn't have spoken to you like that'. He looked up at me and held my gaze for a good ten seconds, I couldn't tell if he was happy, amuzed, angry. I was trying so hard to figure him out that I didn't notice until I felt a sharp slap on my pussy that he'd put his hand up my skirt. 'That's a Cunt' he said, 'and don't swear'. Just as discretely as he'd put his hand up my skirt he had removed it and was taking a sip from the mug. 'I don't like my tea like that' he said. Not with any malice, just matter-of-factly. I left the room in no doubt that the Finance Director, like me, knew how to work minds. I was wearing a tiny thong and it wasn't large enough to contain my excitement. As I walked into Mr Steamed Salmon's office and presented him with the now cold mug of tea that the Finance Director had rejected, a dribble of my juices escaped my thong and dribbled down my leg beyond the cover of my dress. I wanted the Finance Director. The following day the Finance Director wasn't in the office. I couldn't stand it, I wanted to see him, I wanted him to slap my pussy again, I wanted him to bend me over and take me. Where was he? He wasn't in the following day either or for the rest of the week. I was feeling restless, I couldn't concentrate, for the first time in my career I made a massive mistake with a task Mr Steamed Salmon had set me. I don't make mistakes. When Mr Steamed Salmon summoned me into his office I uncharacteristically let him berate me and before I knew what was happening tears were rolling uncontrollably down my face. The prospect of breaking another Secretary obviously thrilled him, my god I swear he had a boner as he stood up aggressively over me and told me to 'get the fuck out of his office'. I wanted to scream out that it wasn't him who was breaking me, it was the Finance director. I didn't. I turned and left. I normally wouldn't have gone to work on the Monday feeling as poorly as I did, but longing to see the Finance Director I dragged myself out of bed and into the office. My heart sank as I realised he wasn't there and I set about trying to make sense of my workload. At 11am I went outside for a cigarette. It was cold and as I took my first deep inhalation of the smoke I felt a gust of breeze travel up my skirt and awaken my sex. Relief. As I exhaled I let out an audible moan of pleasure. What was I doing? I continued in this manner, feeling more and more aroused, resisting the urge to touch myself in public. I couldn't. I took my final inhalation and turned to go back into the office. He was stood there behind me, the Finance Director. I simultaneously exhaled and let out a cry of pleasure as I did so, my body shuddered and there was no mistaking what had just happened. I looked down at my feet in shame, did he realise, did he know that it was him who had done this to me? He walked towards me and gently tugged my panties off, putting them in his pocket. He turned round and I followed him into the office. We entered the lift and ascended in silence, I waited for him to speak but he didn't, I wanted him to take me in his arms but he didn't. As we entered the office he said softly 'follow me', I blindly followed him and was surprised to find myself standing in Mr Steamed Salmon's office. He cleared his throat and Mr Steamed Salmon looked up, 'she's taken a funny turn' he said. Mr Steamed Salmon looked back down at his papers and spitted 'you look like shit, go home'. Furious that my idiot boss had spoken to me so disrespectfully and angry at myself for not having the energy to put him in his place I walked out of his office, grabbed my bag and coat and went to leave. Just as I opened the door the Finance Director pressed a note into my hand. Startled I asked him 'what's this'. No response, no reaction. I looked down at the piece of paper and back up to him, but he'd gone. I waited until I was in the lift and opened the piece of paper, there was an address on it. No explanation, no instructions, just an address. Was it his? Was this where he lived? At the train station I didn't get on my usual train. An hour and a half later I was outside a house in Surrey. Why hadn't I thought of it before? I didn't have a key, how was I going to get in? I rang on the bell fruitlessly and waited, I knew there wasn't going to be an answer and there wasn't. I looked around for a key and found one underneath the doormat. I put it in the door and turned, it worked, of course it worked. I opened the door and entered. I went up a flight of stairs and found myself in a living room, his living room? It was immaculately tidy, should I sit down and wait? I looked round and saw another flight of stairs, tentatively I walked up them and reached a landing with four doors, one of which was ajar. I peered in half expecting to see him there, he wasn't, the room was empty, the whole house was empty. On the bed I saw a bathrobe and a note. I ran to it and opened it feverishly. It was his handwriting. 'Make yourself at home and have a bath, the bathrobe is yours. I will be home at 6:15pm'. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to soak in a hot bath, in his hot bath. As I felt the hot water envelop my naked form and the tingle of the bubbles bursting against my skin I found myself wishing that he'd walk in. I soaked for an hour, dried myself off and walked naked into his bedroom. Had he bought the robe for me? I sat on the bed and wrapped it around me lying back as I did so, I reached down and placed my fingers on the soft folds of my pussy and stroked myself, but exhaustion won out and before I knew it I'd fallen fast asleep. I woke up to find him sitting next to me fully clothed. My robe was open exposing my full nakedness. Had he opened it? Had I shifted in my sleep and inadvertently knocked it open myself? He was looking at me but not reacting. How could he not react. With desire, with disgust, any reaction was better than nothing. He handed me a cup of tea. 'This is how I like it', he said, 'remember'. I looked at the tea, it was weak with very little milk, not how I liked it at all. I thanked him and took a sip, making no effort to close my robe. React, I willed him, take me. He gently took the half finished mug from me and said 'follow me, you won't need the robe'. I wasn't used to taking instructions from men, but I felt compelled to do so and I let the robe drop to the floor as I followed him downstairs and into his dining room. He beckoned me over to the table and before I reached him stepped out towards me taking me by the waist and lifting me onto the table. Is he going to fuck me here? I thought. I felt sure he was as he positioned me on all fours, spreading my legs apart affording him an explicit view of my pussy and arse. I felt him looking at me. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to fuck me but he didn't. 'You're shaved,' he said, 'I prefer waxed'. 'I think I want you to be mine', he said softly, 'but first I need to carry out checks to ensure that you're of the right ...calibre. You will look directly in front of you at all times', he continued, 'you won't like everything that is going to happen to you but it is important that you accept it and don't speak unless you're spoken to'. He picked up a pad of paper and a pen and walked across to the 'business end' of the table. His next question could have easily been 'what football club' do you support given his gentle tones, instead he asked me 'how many men have fucked your cunt?' I was surprised at how quickly and honestly I answered him 'I don't know'. Spank. I felt his hand hit my pussy with considerable force, I fell forward and squeezed my vaginal muscles in an attempt to ease the pain. In the same voice he repeated his question 'how many men have fucked your cunt?', hesitant but determined to be honest with him I said again 'I don't know'. The next spank was harder still, I felt a smarting pain shoot across my pussy lips lingering there before gradually reducing in intensity. 'Are you a virgin?' he asked. 'No'. 'Have you slept with more than ten men?' 'Yes'. 'Have you slept with more than twenty men?' 'Yes'. 'Have you slept with more than thirty men?' 'Yes'. Have you slept with more than forty men?' 'No'. He scribbled on his note pad. 'How many men have fucked your arse?' he went on. Embarrassed I whispered 'one'. 'Did you like it?' 'No'. He wrote something on his notepad and then I swear I heard him crossing it out furiously. 'When did you have your breasts enhanced?''When I was 21.' 'Why did you do it?' because I wanted to control all aspects of my life including my physical appearance.' I hadn't realised until that moment that my decision to go under the surgeons knife was more deep seated than plain and simple vanity. More jotting on his notepad. He left the room. I didn't want to disobey him and move from the table but I desperately wanted to know where he was. I listened out for clues. He was upstairs, was that water I could hear? Was he having a shower? Did I just hear him moan? What was he doing? Eventually I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs, he entered the room and sat down again by my exposed rear. Behind me I heard a slapping noise, was that fluid? I felt his hand rub something wet into the folds of my labia and into the entrance of my pussy. Yes it was fluid. It was lube. I heard another noise and I couldn't place it, but as I felt it cold and hard pushing against the entrance to my lubed cunt, slowly inserted then twisted, when I heard the clunk as he opened it I knew that he had just inserted a speculum inside me. He was examining me! Was that the sound of a torch? It was definitely the sound of a camera. I felt my pussy pulsating, I was more turned on than I'd ever been and I was getting very wet indeed. Could he see how turned on I was? Did I really hear that? Did he just let out a moan of pleasure. Please let it be so. I needed affirmation that he was enjoying what he was seeing. I felt so exposed and without his affirmation I felt vulnerable. Once again he was scribbling frantically on his notepad. What had he written? Leaving the speculum in place I heard the now familiar sound of him squeezing the bottle of lube onto his fingers. I felt him rub the lube in to my tight anus, pushing firmly against the opening. No, no, no, no, not there I willed him silently, please not there. I felt something large and alien being pushed gently into my anus, I wanted to please him but all I could remember was the pain of the last time I'd allowed a man to go there and I tensed and resisted. He drew one arm around me and lightly touched my waist kissing the small of my back as he said 'this is for your own good, relax, for me.' He'd kissed me at last! My body trembled, all I could focus on was his kiss, his soft lips. He sensed me relaxing and in one deft move with a satisfying suction sound he pushed the object into place. 'Good girl', he whispered. Even there on all fours, completely naked with a speculum in my pussy and something else in my anus I felt proud of myself. I had pleased him. He was pleased with me. I only wanted to please him. I heard the camera again and then nothing as he left the room. I wanted to scream out, don't leave me again, please just fuck me, just fuck me. But he hadn't given me permission to talk and so I remained in silence determined that if I gave him what he wanted that he would in turn give me what I needed. He must have been gone for half an hour, it felt like half a year and yet I stayed exactly where he'd left me knowing that ultimately he would return and resume his checks. I smelt his arrival before I heard or saw him. He'd been cooking. Was that lasagne? He placed what I guessed was a plate of food at my feet and walked up to my head, reminding me as he did that I wasn't to look at him. 'Open your mouth', he said. His voice was so soft, why did I feel compelled to do what he was telling me? I opened my mouth, of course I did, and he inserted a carrot before returning to his plate of food. The sound of him eating his dinner was punctuated by occasional silences, my imagination was running riot, was that his warm breath I could feel on my pussy? I wasn't sure but the thought alone made my clit tingle and a trickle of my excitement slowly traced its way down my inner thigh. I felt it, could he see it? I heard the sound of clattering cutlery as he finished his meal and cleared his plate away. He walked round to the side of me and took my head and shoulder into his chest in a one handed embrace taking hold of the carrot with his other hand. 'Eat', his soft voice again. In this position I could see the outline of his crotch through his trousers, he was erect and as I munched down on the carrot I longed for him to unzip his flies and let me drink him. I thought I'd finished his carrot, but he held out the green leaves and repeated 'Eat' and I ate every last scrap of those bitter leaves.