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Evil Secretary Ch. 01

By: SylviaG



I'm sure some of you have seen the films of the devoted secretary, the girl who turns up out of nowhere, and goes to any lengths to get her man and his money. She plots and schemes, and will bring down anyone to get what she believes is hers to take. Even if her boss is married with kids, it is just another obstacle that she must remove to get her man. After all, he is rich and successful, so why shouldn't he have a younger, sexier, and prettier woman on his arm? A woman that understands his needs, more than any wife would ever do. It is just a matter of being there for him. He will eventually realise he loves his secretary, she will see to that.

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My name is Amy, I'm 28, 5'8" tall, with grey/blue eyes, and long brunette hair that I put up for work. I have a pretty face, and I have C-cup breasts and a slim figure. That is all you need to know about me. Where I come from and what I've done doesn't concern you. 

So this is my story.

I did some background work on my new boss. He didn't know that he was going to be my new boss, but in 5 weeks I knew more about him than he probably did. He is smart, handsome, and very successful, the best by far of my 5 choices. Yes he will be my ideal husband, he doesn't know it yet, but he will.

I spent a few weeks following his wife, and in that time I found out enough about her to, well, know I could take her place. She would be easy to brush aside, leaving me to move in for my prize.

I was sat in the office watching his secretary; she was efficient, smart, and ready to retire. The four girls, my rivals for the position, didn't concern me, apart from one. She was around my age, and looked more than suitable. I was in luck though. I was due in for the interview before her. I went in and waited to be asked to sit down. 

He looked even better up close. He had short brown hair, greying at the temples, and he was slim due to his workouts at the health club. When he stood up and smiled, I grinned back. We shook hands, and he asked me to sit down. He read my file and I took the time to quickly scan round his office. I smiled to myself. All my hard work had been successful. 

The interview went well, and he seemed happy with me. My heart lifted as he told me I was the best one for the job so far. I then had a chance to ask him a few questions. I kept them short and sweet. As I stood up I asked about his football pictures. I had spent a few days finding out everything I could about football, and in particular his favourite team. He was impressed with my knowledge, but I didn't over do it. I just let it slip that my father used to take me to see Arsenal when I was a little girl. I rattled off a few names of the players my boss was pictured with. The picture was signed by the players, and he had several more around his office. 

"Mr Silver, thank you for seeing me, and I'm sure if given the chance I would like working for you," I said with a smile.

We shook hands again, and he held on perhaps a little longer than he should. 

"Would you like me to send the next girl in?"

He smiled a little surprised. 

"Yes, please Amy. I should let you know one way or the other this afternoon."

We smiled at each other again. I was quite confident I would get the job, but it wouldn't hurt to blow the opposition away. I watched his secretary go in as I came out. I looked at the last girl and shook my head slightly. She gave me a querying look as she stood up. The tear had trickled down my cheek.

"He groped me, he squeezed my ass," I whispered.

Her mouth dropped open, and she looked back at his door.

"The first thing he asked me was if I was married or had a boyfriend. When we shook hands he, he didn't let go when he should, and he looked straight at my breasts."

"That's terrible," she whispered. 

"Yes, I see you are married, but I don't think that would stop him though," I mumbled, as another tear trailed down my cheek.

"God, you ought to report him."

I stopped her advance to the door with my hand, and shook my head. 

"Would you mind taking me out of here?"

I watched her look anxiously at the door. She sighed and nodded. We were out of the office before Mr Silver's secretary came back out. Claire and I walked into the street. She kept going on about how I should report him. Until I convinced her it would be his word against mine. I declined the coffee she offered to buy me, and I threw her phone number in a nearby bin as she walked away. 

Well I got the job, and for the first few weeks I worked with his secretary before she retired. With her out of the way I could put my plan into operation. I was super efficient, coffee and his mail on his desk at 8.50, a list of calls he had to make, and a smile and a 'god morning' when he came in. 

After just two weeks into the job I grinned at hearing him hoot with joy. I carried on typing as he came back out to my office.

"Amy, did you get these?"

"Yes sir, I hope you can use them?"

"But how, I mean these are like gold dust. How did you get tickets for the cup semi final?"

"A friend gave them to me. I thought you would like to take your wife and your sons."

"Kath has never been to a football match in her life," he said with a chuckle.

I smiled at my computer screen.

"Freddie and Joe would love it. I might ask my brother Dylan to go as well."

My smile dropped a little, Harris Silver was supposed to ask me!

"I'll pay you for the tickets. God I don't believe it," he said, tapping the tickets in the palm of his hand.

I snapped my pencil as his office door closed. My boss was still chuckling with delight.

OK, I have had set backs before in my life. This was just a minor one. 

I think I watched 5 minutes of the football on the telly. I just couldn't get into a bunch of grown men chasing a ball round a field. Still, I forced myself to watch the highlights later on. 

The following week she walked in, his wife I mean. She had been pretty, a few years ago, I could see that. But I could tell by the look in her eye she didn't expect to see a young secretary with a tight top sat in front of her husband's office. I smiled at her and took my glasses off.

"Mrs Silver, I'm Amy, your husband's secretary," I said standing up.

She took my offered hand, eventually. I kept grinning at her, noting how she seemed a little uneasy. She was trying to appear confident but she just couldn't manage it. She had a haggard face that seemed to be in a constant worried expression. Her hair looked messy and her clothes might have fitted her 15 pounds ago!

"Hello," she mumbled.

I kept smiling as she walked to her husband's door. She looked back at me glimpsing at my slim figure. As she went into his office I snapped another pencil, wishing I could stab it in her fat ass!

"Amy, I'm taking my wife to lunch," he said, as they came back through the door 20 minutes later.

"Oh, shall I reschedule your lunch with Mr Ashford?" I asked.

"Jesus, I forgot about that. Kath we'll have to do this some other time."

I watched her face drop. 

"Maybe I'll make an appointment with your secretary," she hissed.

I watched her storm off. Her wide hips rolled from side to side. She couldn't even walk in a confident manner. Yes, she would be easy.

"I'll send her some flowers sir," I said.

He nodded looking a little embarrassed, as his disgruntled wife barged past another employee.

I went and picked the flowers myself. The girl in the flower shop kept trying to tell me they were going to be thrown away. But I insisted I wanted the bunch that seemed to have wilted the most. I sent them by our own courier, after I had trapped them in the lift door!

"So, do you want to go for a drink then?"

I looked at John. He was nice, not my sort of guy, but maybe I could use him in my over all plan at some stage.

"As long as you shut up about the state of the flowers, and just deliver them, and they were delivered here by the shop if anyone asks."

He smiled and nodded.

So there we were Friday night having a drink in a crowded pub. I kept telling myself that when I married Mr Silver, I wouldn't be seen dead in a place like this.

"You don't talk very much do you? I mean, about you."

"So tell me, has Harris got a thing for Mandy?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"Yeah, well if the office gossip is to be believed."

I smiled to myself. Mandy had a thing for my man. But like his wife Mandy had seen better days. She was good at her job, and I could tell she didn't like me. Still I could soon fuck her over with some careful thought.

"So where do you come from then?" John the courier asked.

"John, do you want to fuck me, or ask me stupid questions about my favourite animal?"

OK I shocked him, but I didn't need him asking so many bloody questions. I tipped the last of the awful wine down my throat, grabbed his hand, and then tugged him out of the pub. 

He pulled me back a little as I marched down the road. 

"Hey, I live here," he said.

I looked at the house 4 doors away from the pub.

"Well that's convenient," I mumbled.

"Why, because it's so close to the pub?" he asked with a grin.

"No, because I need fucking, now," I hissed.

He lived in a ground floor flat, just what you would expect from a long haired guy in his early twenties. He even had posters on the wall of half naked women draped over motorbikes. When he came back from the kitchen with two mugs of red wine I just couldn't believe it. I just stood there and pulled my dress over my head.

"Jesus! You don't wear knickers, or, or a bra, and you shave?"

"Well worked out, Sherlock."

I grabbed his long black hair and pushed him to the carpet. He managed to get the mugs down to the floor without spilling too much. I pulled his face between my legs and he groaned.

"Fuck Amy, do you have to be so rough?" he mumbled into my wet pussy.

My fingers tangled into his hair. Soon it would be Harris Silver doing this to me, on our wedding night, or before I hoped. Of course he would be treated with more respect. Anyway I'm sure he would be loving and gentle, and we would take our time. But right now I needed to get off. John was useful to me, maybe in more ways than one!

"Go on fucking lick me. Get your tongue in me further damn it!"

He gave a little complaining groan as I pulled him deeper.

"I can hardily breathe," he mumbled into my pussy.

"You don't need to, just bloody lick," I hissed.

His tongue licked deeper as I let him have some air. I suppose I was being a little forceful. I calmed down a little, as his tongue was doing the trick now. I moaned and spread my left leg a little further. I looked up to the badly painted ceiling. I closed my eyes as Harris came into my head. 

"I love you," I mumbled, thinking of Harris putting the wedding ring on my finger.

"What did you say?" John asked, sounding rather shocked.

"I said I'd love you to lick my clit," I groaned.

His mouth moved up and I felt a finger slip in my wet pussy. He had finally got into some sort of rhythm. I started bending my knee the same time he pushed in with his finger. I lowered myself down and then pushed back up. He was getting better now. I could feel a wave deep in my body start to build. I started groaning and cursing. I panted heavier and gripped his hair again. My stomach muscles started to quiver, and I could feel my pussy running all over his probing digit. 

"Oh fucking hell, fucking hell!" I screamed.

I pushed him further into my soaked pussy, until I doubled forward as my orgasm rippled away. I just clung to him until it finally stopped. When I unscrewed my eyes he was looking up at me. He looked worried and a little lost. 

"What? What's the matter?"

I looked down and saw his spunk on his belly. I pushed him back away from me. My shaking legs took me over to my dress. I slipped it over my head and covered my body.

"I've never had sex like that before. You were so forceful, I just couldn't stop myself," he said with a gulp.

He wiped the back of his trembling hand across his mouth.

"Keep your mouth shut about this, it never happened. Have you got that?" I said, looking deep into his eyes.

"Can I see you again though?" he mumbled a little pathetically.

"No, not unless I want it at sometime in the future, besides, I don't think Vicky would like it," I said, picking up an envelope addressed to Miss Victoria Davis. 

"She's away, at her mother's," he said, looking even more embarrassed.

"Then this never happened. If you tell anyone I'll have you sacked. I'll have your balls stuffed and mounted on a spike for Vicky, got that?"

He nodded, looking rather guilty. I let my uncompromising expression drop to a sly smile.

So I never got my fuck, even so I felt quietly satisfied.

It was raining that light misty rain when I went out of John's place into the night. It didn't dampen my spirit though. I just wondered what Kath thought of her wilting flowers. As I said I wasn't worried about his wife. Even after meeting her, I knew enough about her to pull the rug from under her feet. I sat grinning to myself as the taxi stopped outside Harris's house. Yes I would love living there with my husband. I tapped the taxi driver on the shoulder. As we pulled away I looked out of the back window. One day I would have the control for those iron gates in my car!

"Good morning Mr Silver," I said, with a bright smile at my boss.

He nodded, but he looked a little preoccupied.

"Those flowers that you sent to my wife, they weren't very fresh."

"Oh, next time I'll use a different florist. I should have gone and picked them myself."

"Well, don't worry, it's not your fault," he mumbled.

He went in to his office. He would find his mail and coffee waiting for him as usual. I picked up my note pad and pen, and had a little smile to myself, imagining his wife throwing a fit about the state of the flowers.

My wonderful boss had to fly to Aberdeen on business the next day. I went round with a bunch of flowers to see his wife while he was gone. I smiled brightly as she opened the door. 11 am and she was still in her dressing gown. She looked quite stunned for a few seconds, just long enough for me to get inside my new home, well soon it would be. I apologised for the state of the last bunch of flowers. I followed her into the kitchen. I could tell she wanted to ask me what I was doing here, but just for the moment she held back.

"This is a very nice house," I said, running my eyes over things that I would want to change.

She asked me if I wanted a coffee, only because she thought she had to. I wittered on about how lucky I was to be working for her husband. I mentioned several times that he was a very good boss, and how lucky she was to be married to him. I could see tears in her eyes. I allowed myself a little smile. 

"Are you all right, Mrs Silver?"

"You don't understand what it's like being married to him. He is rich, successful, confident, and always going on about his bloody business."

She straightened up after a few seconds.

"Get out, I shouldn't be talking to you like this," she mumbled, as a tear fell.

"Mrs Silver, I want to help you in any way I can. If you are troubled by something then maybe I can help. Please, I want us to be friends."

I was stood behind her now rubbing her shoulders. It was then she let the tears go, and started sobbing.

"Look why don't you get dressed and we'll go to a pub for lunch? I really want to help you, you can trust me," I said, smirking down at the top of her head, "you are lonely aren't you?"

"I can't, um, Harris doesn't like me going out on my own," she mumbled.

"Oh well some other time then. By the way, do you like vodka? I bought this bottle for a friend of mine, but I remember now she prefers the other brand."

"No I really shouldn't, Harris doesn't like having alcohol in the house."

I had already unscrewed the top watching her closely at the same time. The poor fat cow couldn't keep from licking her lips. 

"Well, maybe just one," she mumbled, staring at the vodka trickling into the glass.

Her fingers were shaking slightly as she gripped the glass. She took a small sip. I knew she wanted to throw it down her neck and grab the bottle.

"Your husband is so good to me. He's always complimentary about my work. He is friendly too. He always says I look nice. Still, I bet he says that to you all the time. Doesn't he Mrs Silver?"

She nodded. But I could tell by the look in her eyes she was hiding the truth. Still the glass was her main concern now. She took a bigger sip, which stopped, and then turned into a gulp. 

"Anyway I had better go, I don't like leaving the office for any longer than necessary, and with Mandy away as well I should be there."

I looked at her shocked face when I mentioned Mandy being away.

"You do know she has gone to Aberdeen with him, don't you? Although I'm not sure why, it is not like she has much to do."

I watched her fingers tremble as she ran them through her hair. The Vodka slipped down her throat with ease this time. She stared into space for a moment.

"Do you think I'm attractive, Amy?" she asked faintly, as she stared into space.

I smiled at her, but I didn't give her an answer, I just topped up her drink. My grin got wider as she took the glass.

"Well, promise you won't be cross? But you certainly made an impact on that young courier."

She smoothed down her hair and a little far away smile ran over her lips.

"I had better go, I have a busy afternoon."

"Wait, um, do you have to go so soon? I mean with the boys away I get, well, lonely."

"Maybe you should ask Mr Silver to take you on one of his trips, it would be good for you both," I said.

"Huh, he wouldn't dare take me to meet his clients, I'd only let him down again."

She looked at me like she had said too much already. Her face dropped as I screwed the top back on the bottle. I slipped it in my bag and she went to say something but stopped herself. She looked down at the glass as I walked to the door.

"Amy, if you don't want the vodka? Um, I mean I'll pay you for it."

I dropped my smug grin before I turned back to her. She couldn't even be bothered to hide her exposed tit, as she fumbled desperately through her handbag looking for money. I watched the panic spread across her face. 

"Look don't bother paying me, we are friends, aren't we?" I said with a smile.

I took the bottle out of my bag and held it just out of her reach. 

"Mrs Silver, I want us to be friends. Look why don't you come to the office next week for the celebration of the Richards contract?"

"I don't think my darling husband would like that. Maybe I should have married his brother, at least he...." 

Again she must have thought she was telling me too much. I moved closer to her and her hand gripped the bottle with quite some force.

"Yes, I do think you are attractive, Kathy, and so does John the courier," I said softly with a smile.

"Does he? I mean I'm old enough to be his mother," she said, swallowing hard.

"Maybe I'll call again, I could bring him round as well."

She grinned again looking a little distant, but stopped herself slowly shaking her head dismissing my suggestion.

"How was Aberdeen, Mr Silver?"

"Fine Amy, thank you, but I'm still not sure we'll get the contract. Ashford is coming down soon. He'll make his final choice then."

"It's a shame Mandy couldn't make it."

"Yes, still tummy bugs seem to be going round at the moment."

I smiled as he went into his office. There was no way I was letting some bitch snuggle up to my man!

"My brother is coming into work tomorrow, book lunch for us."

"You look troubled is anything wrong?"

He rubbed the palm of his hand over the back of his neck, and then shook his head.


Evil Secretary Ch. 01



"Sir, if I can help in some way, any way," I said, standing close to him.

Again he shook his head. I smiled to myself as he went into his office. Tomorrow I would start my seduction of Mr Harris Silver, by flirting with his brother!

For the first time I wore a skirt to the office. It was black, flared, and 6 inches off my knees. I wore black tights, and black court shoes with a 4 inch heel. My blouse was white and showed a little of the delicate pattern of my pink bra. My hair was pinned up as usual, with a few wispy strands dangling down that tickled my neck. 

Dylan Silver was two years older than his brother, and not as attractive. He got to the office before his brother. His eyes were all over me.

"You can wait in his office if you like?" I said, as I put a coffee down for him.

His eyes ran down my cleavage.

"No, I'm fine here," he said, grinning at me.

I twisted round on my swivel chair and opened the bottom draw of the filing cabinet. My feet were spread either side of the chair castors. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he looked at my spread thighs. My skirt was forced up quite a way, but not far enough to expose my panties. We made eye contact and I smiled at him. I closed the drawer and dropped the file on the floor between my legs. He was soon on his knees picking up the spilled papers. Maybe, if he had looked at what he was doing, instead of at my spread thighs, he would have picked them up a little quicker. I smiled as he handed them to me.

"Thank you," I mumbled, looking deep into his eyes.

We shared a grin before he finally got to his feet. As he moved back I turned my chair and put my legs back under my desk. I could feel his eyes on me as I worked. 

When Harris came in I saw him give his brother a rather aggravated look. Dylan was the waster of the family. He came to the office once a month to get his cheque for £10,000. Then he was off, spending it on women and booze. It was an arrangement between him and his brother, after Dylan had pissed off several clients a few years ago. He had lost a few valuable contracts with his laziness and didn't give a fuck attitude. 

"Well, it seems you have finally hired something worth looking at," Dylan said, with a grin at me.

"For heavens sake Dylan," Harris mumbled under his breath, as he pulled his brother into his office.

10 minutes later I walked into Harris's office with two coffees. My boss seemed a little surprised to see me in a skirt, and such a short skirt at that. Dylan gave me a little grin and gazed openly at my legs. I gave him a little smile as I went out of the office. Even before I shut the door Dylan was on to his brother about how sexy I was. I stood the other side of the door and listened.

"So, have you fucked her yet?"

"No, she is just a secretary. She is good at her job, and that is all that counts."

"Oh come on, she knocks spots off anything you have hired before. I bet Kath is jealous of that pretty little thing waiting on you hand and foot?"

"Dylan for the last time Amy is just secretary, nothing more nothing less."

I could hear Harris was becoming increasingly annoyed by Dylan's probing.

"Come on Harris, I bet you think of her when you are with Kath? How is Kath by the way, still drinking our money away?"

"Look fuck you Dylan and forget lunch," Harris spat.

"Fine, just give me my money and I'll be out of here. I might go and see Kath on my way, if that's all right with you?" 

Silence fell in the office for a few seconds, and then Dylan chuckled.

"Don't worry dear brother. Kath and I are history I'm only winding you up. It has been 2 years since we last, well you know?"

I jumped back into my chair as I heard Dylan grab the door handle. 

"Well, Annie," he said with a grin.

"It's Amy, sir," I said, correcting him. 

"Sorry, Amy, so does my brother let you out to lunch?"

I looked back at Harris as he stood in the doorway. Dylan gave him a mischievous grin.

"I'll have you picked up at 12.30, how does that sound, Amy?"

I watched Harris brush past his brother with another annoyed look.

"Yes, that would be fine," I said to Dylan, so Harris would hear as he went on his way to a meeting.

I was picked up by a driver and taken to a hotel. Even going up in the lifted, I was wondering what Harris thought of his future wife having dinner with his brother. Dylan was a little drunk when I got to his room. On the table was more food than I had seen in one place for ages. He handed me a glass of champagne. His hand now free went around my waist. 

"I don't think this is a good idea," I mumbled.

"Oh I do," he replied, and then started kissing my neck.

"I could be married or have a boyfriend for all you know."

"Have you?"

"Would it matter to you if I did?"

His moustache tickled my neck as he kissed me again.

"Have you ever been with a married woman?" I asked trying not to cringe too much, as his hand went up the back of my skirt.

He chuckled.

"You overheard, didn't you?"

I pulled down his fly and started rubbing his cock in his pants. His hand clawed at my backside. 

"You fucked Mrs Silver, would you do it again?" I asked, tipping my head so he could get at more of my neck. 

"I'd only have to turn up with a bottle."

"She told me she wished she had married you. She still fancies you."

My hand was stroking him faster, as he panted in my ear.

"So you listen at doors do you?" he whispered.

"No, I just overheard you say you hadn't touched her for two years. Is that right?"

He giggled drunkenly.

"Every month I come back to get my money, and every month I pay her a visit," he groaned lustfully. 

I felt him tear my tights off my ass. I started jerking him faster. 

"And are you going to see her this time?"

"Maybe tomorrow morning, now why don't you lay down and....no wait, not yet, no!"

I had slipped to my knees and sucked his 6 inches into my mouth. I felt him quiver and shoot in my mouth. I choked and gagged as he kept shooting. 

"Sorry, I am saving myself for my husband. If you really want a fuck go and see Mrs Silver tomorrow."

"Oh and why do you think I need to do that?"

"Well, I'm sure £10,000 a month is less than you are worth. I bet you love getting back at your brother. He has the money, the company, and you get an allowance. It must hurt to be treated like a kid?"

"OK, I get a kick out of fucking his wife. But I would rather fuck you."

"I'm sure when I walk into the office with bare legs Harris will think we did fuck. Seeing as how he has come on to me a few times, I bet that would hurt, don't you?" 

"So why do I need to screw his wife?" he asked, with a chuckle.

I moved forward and ran my fingers through his hair.

"You don't, but you have got more out of me than he has, so why not score a double victory?"

I slipped my tongue in his mouth.

"You like twisting men round your finger don't you?"

"I know I could never twist you round my finger, but Harris, well, let's just say for the money I'm on I need some entertainment. Knowing you are screwing his wife and Harris wants me, well, it just sort of rocks my boat."

"What about you and me?" he asked, as he reached up my skirt and rubbed my pussy through my panties. 

"I'm sure the next time you come for your wages, we could have a little more fun."

"But no fucking you? Huh, you really are making a big mistake. I'm going to fuck Kath but if you won't let me fuck you then, fuck you, if you know what I mean?"

I narrowed my eyes which caused him to chuckle. I grabbed a serviette from the table. Dylan wrenched it out of my hand.

"You look better with spunk on your face. Get out of here, and if you try blackmailing me it won't only be your job that you lose."

He grabbed my neck and marched me to the door.

"I'm sorry please don't say anything, I, I don't want to lose my job, please don't?"

"See not so tough now are you? Don't play games with grown ups, honey. You have a pretty face, and I'm sure you know the chemicals I can lay my hands on at work could change it." 

He marched me over to the lift and pressed the button.

"Pleases don't hurt me. I swear I won't tell anyone anything," I sobbed.

He threw me against the lift and gave me a little wave and a horrid grin as the doors shut. By the time I reached the 3rd floor, I had cleaned his spunk off my face and dried my fake tears. I was removing my torn tights just as two men got in the lift. They watched stunned until we got to the ground floor. 

"You are late Amy," Harris snapped.

"Sorry sir, I snagged my tights."

He looked down at my legs that were now bare. His eyes looked into mine. He looked disappointed with me. I looked away from him.

"You went with that good-for-nothing idiot brother of mine didn't you?"

"Sir, we just had lunch, I swear that is all."

I was clearing my desk 2 minutes later, sobbing to myself. I kept looking back at his door. He didn't come out.

"Is there anything you want before I leave?"

He didn't look up.

"No, Amy, just go."

I stormed out of his office realising I had fucked up big time. Still, there are plenty more fish in the sea!



Evil Secretary Ch. 02



The following day I toured past what was going to be my house. There he was getting out of the car. Dylan Silver had a bottle in his hand. I grabbed my camera and waited as he rang the doorbell. A few moments later Kath opened the door. I snapped away as she smiled at him, still in her dressing gown. It gaped open as she moved aside. I got a great shot of her in stockings and suspenders, as she slipped her arm through her brothers, smiled, and then kissed him as they went into the house. I developed the pictures in my spare room that I had converted into a darkroom. I suppose if I couldn't have Harris and his money, at least I could have his brother's money!

Now I haven't got pictures of Harris in my wardrobe glued to the back wall. I'm not that sick. No, I've got them in photo albums, well 3 actually. I flicked through the photos. My favourite was one of me on Harris's arm on our wedding day. OK it wasn't Harris on my arm, just a guy at the studio where I used to work. But it was me in a wedding dress, with Harris's photo superimposed on the guy's head. I shut the album and got out my black book. Thomas Francis Haig was the next most suitable, he wasn't as sexy or as good looking as Harris, but he was the easiest of the remaining men I had picked. Still he wasn't Harris. Harris was my first choice, I wanted him!

Two days later I put several of the photos into envelopes. Soon Dylan and Mrs Silver would be ringing each other. Of course it had occurred to me that I could show Harris the photos, but I didn't want to see him hurt. I picked up his spare tie that I had taken from his desk drawer when he was out at a meeting. I pulled the silk through my fingers and spread my legs. Slowly I pulled the tie into my pussy lips. I just wished it was still round his neck!

I jumped as the doorbell sounded and quickly pulled my skirt back on. I stood staring at a bunch of flowers, hiding the face of the delivery guy. They slowly dropped and there stood John the courier.

"Oh it's you," I mumbled, taking the flowers from him.

I threw them on the telephone table.

"Can I come in?"

I wanted to send him away, but stopped myself. I moved aside. 

"I miss you Amy," he mumbled.

"What about Vicky?" I snapped.

He looked a little guilty. I put the kettle on and felt his hands around my waist. He started kissing the back of my neck. His hands travelled up under my loose blouse and he cupped my naked breasts. 

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked emotionless.

He mumbled in my ear, as I reached behind me and groped his stiffening cock. I turned and shoved my tongue deep in his mouth. He winced in surprise as I pulled his shirt out of his trousers. My nails dragged through his skin and a small trail of blood appeared on his chest.

"Christ Amy, if Vicky sees that she'll...."

I shoved my tongue in his mouth to shut him up. I pulled away after a few minutes and we both panted hard.

"Isn't it worth the risk to get at my body?" I snarled.

I pushed him back on the kitchen table hearing the fruit bowl crash to the floor. I opened his trousers and climbed up on the kitchen table straddling him. 

"Don't you want to go to the bedroom?" he panted.

"John, don't be such a prick," I hissed down on him.

I fed his cock up under my skirt and into my pussy. 

"Oh Jesus, you are so fucking horny," he gasped.

I started riding him hard. Fuck Harris Silver, he could be having this, but no, it was some silly motorbike courier who meant nothing to me. Still he had a hard cock, and he was willing.

"Am I better than, Victoria?" I growled, looking deep into his eyes.

"Don't talk about her," he groaned.

I smiled down on him, and then I slapped his face.

"That was for Vicky."

Before he could react I pinned his arms to the table and forced my mouth on his. He started struggling but I just bounced up and down harder. Anyway, why was he struggling and bucking into my pussy at the same time?

"Do you want me to stop? Come on, I'm a better shag than her, I've got to be. Look at me damn it!"

He opened his eyes and looked up at me. I rolled my hips back and forth feeling his cock on every wall of my pussy.

"Tell me, fuck you, am I better than her?"

He nodded and I grinned at him. 

"That is all I wanted," I purred.

My orgasm throbbed and so did my fanny. I started milking him with my pussy.

"Don't worry sweetheart it's a pussy not a pair of shears," I said with grin.

He half smiled but he didn't look too convinced. He soon started a strangled little cry. He couldn't hold on and I purposely bounced down harder. The kitchen table was almost jumping round the room. John was panting and gasping, and sweat from my forehead was trickling in my eyes.

"Go on John, that's it, just let it all shoot out."

His mobile went off in his jacket pocket. I managed to reach it. I looked at the display.

"You better answer it, it's Vicky."

The terror spread across his face as I started milking him again. He was still spurting into me and trying to grab the phone from my hand. I held it to my ear and pressed the green talk button. John was shaking his head frantically. I heard her, his girlfriend. I smiled down and opened my mouth. I then closed my mouth as his frantic head shaking increased. I handed him the phone as Vicky started calling his name again. I got off him and he quickly sat up.

"High sweetheart....no...I've been running," he panted.

I watched him dress and try to hold a conversation with his silly little girlfriend. Men just can't multi-task. I pulled the phone out of his hand and plunged my mouth on his. I forced my tongue into his mouth, as I held the phone back behind me over my head. There she was still fucking talking, as I forced her boyfriend onto a kiss he was desperately trying to end! When he did finally get me off of him I slapped his face, and then I threw the phone at him. 

"No....sorry, I lost the signal," he panted.

So there he was still talking to her as he rushed to my door. I followed close behind him and slammed the door hard as soon as he went through it!

"Fuck you, and your flowers!" I yelled at the door.

I looked down at the bunch of flowers and put them in the bin.

That night I sat with a microwave dinner on my lap. It was as bland and as boring as my life. I smiled at the belt that lay on the floor as the doorbell rang. So here he is coming to get his belt, and probably with a fresh hard on!

"Amy, didn't you get my message in the flowers I sent to you? I need you, please come back to work, the temp is useless and well, I'll give you a pay rise."

I suppose I didn't hear too much of what Harris said. It was just such a shock to see him on my door step. I hoped I didn't look too much of a mess.

"The flowers, you sent me the flowers?" I mumbled.

"Yes with the note. Look I know you walked out and what I said was very, unfair, accusing you of, with my brother. Can I come in its hammering down?"

He followed me into the kitchen.

"Oh, I guess that is my answer."

I looked at what he was staring at, the stems of the flowers sticking out of the bin!

"Um, I, I thought they were from someone else, um this guy, a stalker. I thought he sent them."

"Jesus, have you told the police?" he asked shocked.

I could see the hole I was digging getting bigger. 

"Yes, um, they phoned they got him, and they have warned him off."

"But you thought he sent those flowers?"

"No tonight, they caught him tonight. He said he won't do it again. He's sorry so I'm not pressing charges."

He looked at the flower stems again. I watched him go to the bin and he pulled them out. I handed him a towel in exchange for the flowers. I took the note and read it. What annoyed me now was having sex with that stupid boy! Would Harris ever forgive me if he found out? I read the note as Harris dried his hair. He was begging me to reconsider my decision. Oh I wish he was begging me to marry him!

"Like I said the temp got in a right mess. She managed to undo all your hard work and lose half the stuff from your computer. Amy, I'm desperate for you, to come back I mean, you'll get a pay rise. Will you?"

I smiled at him. God, I wanted to rip his wet clothes off and show him how desperate I was!

"I could come in now, for a few hours if you want?"

"God no, it's nearly 7.30. I'll see you in the morning."

My smile dropped with shock as he came forward and hugged me. I let my fingers spread over his wet rain coat. Just being able to touch his back sent shivers down my spine. I purposely moved my cheek nearer to his as we parted, they just brushed lightly together. He gave me a little shy grin. God he could have bedded me right there and then. I smiled into his eyes, my boss, my future husband!

"Look, Kathy and I are having, well problems again, she threatened me with divorce. I don't know what has gotten into her. I think she might be drinking again. I need someone I can trust while I'm sorting things out between my wife and me. I need you."

I pulled his head back over my shoulder. I could smell the faint whiff of his aftershave. 

"Mr Silver, you can depend on me, I won't let you down."

He gave me a little embarrassed nod as he backed away. I stood at the door watching my future husband go back out into the rain. I could have had him I knew that. But that would come later, when that ungrateful, fat, cheating, drunken wife of his was on her way That night I put his picture back on my bedside cabinet. I put his tie between my legs and sniffed the aftershave on the pillow next to me. The little tube that I had squirted his aftershave into was now empty. Tomorrow I would go back into his bathroom at the office and refill it. We were back on, and my plans would not fail this time, or someone would have to pay!

I felt a warm sense of pride as I sat behind my desk again. I picked up a photo that the temp had left. There she was smiling into the camera with her hands draped over her husband or boyfriend's neck.

"Cute, very cute," I said, and then I gave a contented sigh as I dropped the photo into the bin.

I stood in front of my boss with pen poised. He seemed distant this morning, obviously thinking of that lazy bitch in my house. 

"Get out," someone snapped behind me.

An arm grabbed mine, and before I knew it Mandy had pushed me out of the door. I stood and listened on the other side.

"Look this is our chance, just let her go through with the divorce, we can be together then. Harris, say something!"

"We were finished 2 years ago, Christ, it was over before it began," Harris snarled in a low voice.

"Well, it didn't stop you fucking well coming back, did it?" 

"I'll lose everything, half the money and the company will suffer. I can't let people here down," he protested.

"Darling, when we are together you'll want for nothing. I've always loved you. I can't stand to see you throwing your life away on her."

Her voice had softened a little. The long silence started me worrying, what the hell was she doing in there with my man! 

"Get out Mandy," he hissed.

She stormed past me and into her office. I sat there smiling and thinking, just another obstacle to remove. That afternoon I had a few errands to run. I ended up at my new house. I suppose it would be a bit cheeky, to measure up for new curtains in front of the soon to be gone Mrs Silver. I sat and listened as she poured her heart out over a bottle of gin that she had hidden away. I soon learned that she was entitled to half of everything if she caught him fooling around, but considerably less if she was the adulterer. I tried to stop grinning in front of her, as her head sunk lower to the table. 

"They had an affair didn't they, Mr Silver and Mandy?"

"Yeah, and it will all come out. Not only that, but my solicitor said I could throw in the drink problem. It's all down to him, and her," she spat.

"Look, I've got a little something lined up for you, something to cheer you up," I said, as I poured her another large gin.

I went into the hall as she swigged her drink.

"Come in, and bring my camera," I said, into my mobile phone. 

"Fuck is she really that pissed?" John asked, standing at the door.

"Just get in there and fuck her, she is drunk and lonely, even you can't fuck this up." 

He looked at me a little disgusted. 

"Maybe I should go and see Vicky? Now I promise not to get your face in any of the shots. Just make sure you get her in the lounge, so I can get the pictures from behind that big bush outside."

He nodded, but still looked a little reluctant.

"Kath, I have someone here to see you."

It was pitiful watching her smooth her hair down. I walked over to her and bent close to her ear.

"This is between us Kath. You said your husband hasn't touched you in months. I suppose he has Mandy to play with. Cheat on him, and take him for every penny you can."

Whether she heard much of what I said I don't really know. She couldn't keep her eyes off John. She stood up and staggered towards him. Her arms went round his neck and she started to kiss him. John looked at me with surprised eyes. I indicated he should respond, and not just stand there like a fucking prick!

"Get out," Kath slurred drunkenly, obviously annoyed with me for still being there.

From behind the bush I fired off a couple of shots of her exposed tits. John had got her into the lounge and was on top of her now. She clung to him like a lioness on a zebra! I think he was just willing to get it over with. His ass was pounding her onto the couch. She was screaming and holding him tighter. 

20 minutes later he half stumbled out of the door still trying to dress. He looked at me with a real pissed off expression.

"I can't believe we did that," he mumbled, looking back at the door.

"You did it, and you got paid didn't you?" I snapped, "Now take darling Vicky on holiday next week. And don't think of telling anyone about this, not unless you want to lose your job and your girl."

"We agreed, just as long as I get to fuck you tomorrow night, and at my pace."

"I promised you didn't I? Now get lost, and remember Mr Silver will never admit he knew about this, so don't even think about mentioning it to him."

"God Amy, are you still here?" Mr Silver asked.

I looked at my watch.

"I've been trying to sort out this mess on my computer. You look tired sir."

"I have a meeting with my wife's solicitor tomorrow morning. The company solicitor will be representing me, now off home with you."

Just then the lift door opened right on cue.

"Sir, I order a takeaway, a meal for two."

We sat on the floor in his office and ate. He couldn't resist a little look down my top. Things were going fine until she showed up. Her suspicious eyes shot through me. 

"Oh banging that little tart are you," she growled.

"Mandy, we are just having something to eat. Amy has worked hard today," my boss said, defending his soon to be bride.

"I had better go," I mumbled.

I moved into the lift and was suddenly thrown against the wall.

"You listen to me you little low life. You keep away from Harris, he is not interested in a pond life secretary," she snarled.

"Please don't hurt me. I, I was only having dinner with him," I stammered, looking at her through terrified eyes.

She banged me against the lift wall again. The fire in her eyes grew wilder.

"Oh you are a little chicken shit aren't you? Just keep it that way," she whispered.

"Look I need this job, my mother is very ill," I whimpered.

"I don't give a fuck about you or your mother, just keep your hands off."

"I will I promise, I'll do anything to keep my job. Please don't hurt me," I sobbed.

She moved forward pushing her hand up my skirt. I felt her fingers grip my pussy.

"I had you down as a little hard bitch, you are not though, are you?" she said with a grin, as her fingers started rolling my pussy lips through my panties.

"No I'm not, please stop, stop doing that," I mumbled.

She pinched harder enforcing that she was in control.

"My you've got a little wet pussy, fancy me do you?" she asked, with a grin.

I shook my head.

"Hands off my man!" she snarled, giving my pussy a last hard pinch as the lift stopped on the ground floor.

I nodded frantically as the lift doors started to open. She smiled at me.

I watched the 41 year old buxom blonde walk away from me. She got in her BMW and gave me a last menacing stare. My pussy felt sore but quite a bit wet. I would enjoy blowing her away, eventually.

The next morning I went into work extra early. I dropped an envelope in the office of the company solicitor without anyone knowing. My boss got his usual coffee and mail on his desk before he arrived. 

"Sir, the solicitor has been in touch, could you ring him as soon as possible?"

He nodded and went into his office. He came out looking a little anxious 20 minutes later. 

"Amy, I have to go to see Jim my solicitor, he needs to discuss something urgently with me. Have Mandy take the Ashford contract to his hotel."

"Sir, I could do that. I don't mind."

"No send Mandy, you are a secretary, I need this done by Mandy, Duncan is on leave, Harry is sick, and Calvin is in France. I'd do it myself, but I have to go. I know Mandy said he can't keep his hands to himself, but she knows how to deal with him. I've got too much on my plate right now." 

"You will get the contract, I'm sure you will."

"Well it's a toss up between Palmer and us. Palmer is closer to Ashford's. He is just playing his usual bloody games. Send Mandy. Get her to text me as soon as she knows."

"Good luck with the solicitor sir."

He nodded and left. I went into his office and got the Ashford contract, and I put it in my drawer and smiled to myself.

"Well why the big grin?"

Mandy stood over me and I ignored her. 

"Come to my office, now," she snapped.

I followed her with my head down. She stood aside as I walked in. I could feel her eyes watching me as I stood in the centre of the room. She made me wait on purpose. I flinched as she came close to me. 

"You just don't learn do you, showing up for work in your little short skirt, and showing off all that cleavage. I hope you haven't forgotten our little understanding last night?"

"I can dress how I like, as long as Harris, I mean Mr Silver is happy with it," I said, shifting my eyes nervously to her as she walked round me.

"Oh, all of a sudden you think you stand a chance with him. I've seen the way he looks at you, at your legs and boobs. He used to look at me the same way. Come here I want to show you something."

She opened her desk drawer.

"Take that picture out, the one that is face down."

I let out a scream of pain, as she slammed the drawer shut and held it closed on my wrist.

"Now you listen to me you little slut. I don't want you teasing him, I told you hands off last night. I'll bring you down if you forget your place you fucking bitch!"

She pulled open the drawer, and I pulled my throbbing wrist out. I held my wrist feeling the pain shoot through my arm. I twisted it tentatively.

"You could have broken my wrist," I sobbed.

"Believe me, that would be the least of your worries if you fuck with me," she hissed.

I was still rubbing my wrist as I sat behind my desk. She was going to get fucked over big time now!

I tapped on the hotel door two hours later with the Ashford contract. 

"I'm Amy, Mr Ashford. Mandy sent me."

"I only deal with her, or your boss." 

"She said you would say that."

I popped the cork on the champagne bottle.

"It's a little early to be celebrating, I might pick Palmer," he said, running his eyes over my short buttoned rain coat.

I handed him a glass of champagne and put the bottle down. 

"I'm sure you won't regret signing with us, Mr Ashford. Please, sit down and relax."




Evil Secretary Ch. 02



He sat on the bed as I moved forward. I kept eye contact with him as I pushed my leg against his. He slowly moved his legs open as I stepped between them. I offered him the tied belt of my red rain coat. He slowly undid the knot. I grinned at his fat 55 year old face. As my coat dropped open, so did his mouth. I shrugged my coat off my shoulders dropping it on the carpet behind me. He was now sat there staring at my black stockings, red suspender belt, and tiny red panties. His eyes trailed up to my naked firm breasts. 

"Well, you seem to be a more than an adequate replacement for Mandy," he said, with a grin.

I smiled back at the fat 5' 2" Welshman, with the big mole on his right cheek. I felt his hands on the backs of my bare thighs just above my stocking tops. I started slipping the knot of his tie open. His hands had moved up to my backside, they slipped under my panties, and started caressing my ass. 

"Do you like my ass, Mr Ashford?" I purred, as I pulled his tie off his shirt. 

He gripped my ass and pulled me forward. He buried his face in my panties kissing and groaning roughly at my pussy.

I looked at my watch as I cradled his head. 30 minutes and I had to be back behind my desk.  



Evil Secretary Ch. 03



I pulled his head tighter to my pussy. He moaned again, and his finger seemed to be getting uncomfortably close to my asshole. I struggled a little trying to grab his hand through my panties. 

"Surely Mandy told you what I like?" he asked, looking up at me with a devilish grin.

His tongue slipped into my belly button, and he licked and slobbered into it leaving a trail of slime like some giant slug. His fingers spread my ass cheeks, and I let out a little grunt as a fat finger invaded my ass. 

"Wouldn't you rather have my pussy?" I gasped, as his finger dug in deeper.

"My dear girl, for the ½ a million pound contract, I expect both!" he said in an astonished tone, as if I was being naive.

As if to prove the point further, he moved his other hand to the front of my panties and wormed a finger into my pussy! So there he was finger fucking both holes, as I squirmed, and gave little gasping squeals, which amused him further. He started pulling my asshole to the side, and pushing my pussy in the opposite direction. I sort of stumbled round trying to keep my movements to what I was comfortable with. Ashford wasn't happy until he had turned me sideways on to him. I felt his tongue trail up the outside of my thigh, as one finger attacked my pussy and another attacked my ass! 

I have had anal sex before several times, but a few years ago now. I never really liked it then, but I had no choice. I know I said at the start my past didn't concern you. But maybe just this once it wouldn't do any harm to let you in on a little secret. My father and my uncle sort of noticed my body changing as I grew up. I was a virgin when I was 18, but that didn't last long. No, dear old daddy and his brother soon got to realise what a sexy body I had. Unlucky for me, but lucky for them, mum used to go playing bingo 3 nights a week. Well I'm sure you don't want all the gory details. Perhaps I've told you too much already. So maybe I'll just stick to Mr Ashford.

Now while his finger in my ass wasn't something I wanted, the one in my pussy seemed to be doing the trick. My legs were shaking and my eyes were closed. Partly so I didn't have to see the fucking pig, but partly because I was close to letting myself really go! I just wished the slug in his mouth would bloody well stay there! No, he had to give me a coat of slime all over my stocking top. That was until his finger plopped out of my ass. 

"Get on your hands and knees," he mumbled.

I did as he asked, and thankfully his short stubby cock picked my pussy. He grunted and panted as he pulled me back by my hips every time he pushed forward. I managed to bend my arm and hold myself up with it, as my other hand grabbed the contract. I waved it behind me as he continued to fuck me. He took the contract and slapped it on my back, and then he stopped fucking me. I felt his cock pull out of my pussy and nuzzle close to my anus. 

"Please don't put it in there," I begged.

"No asshole no signature, the choice is yours?"

I heard him give a dirty little chuckle as I offered him the pen behind my back. I felt him scribble on the contract, and then he shoved it under my nose. I tried wriggling away but he must have been expecting it. His hands grabbed my hips and I let out a squeal as his cock speared into me. His dirty chuckle sounded even more delighted as I shrieked with pain. He started thrusting into me mumbling obscenities about how tight my ass was! I panted and grunted trying to cope with the short stabbing dick. Thankfully after only a few minutes he grunted and emptied himself into me. The bastard pulled out and shoved me to one side like a used condom! I scrambled to the loo feeling my sore abused ass throb slightly. Of course I had enough about me to grab the contract on the way. 

"Now get dressed and run along. I have things to do, but if you fancy working for me I'll double whatever you are getting paid now."

"Oh, and do I have to move from a desk job to a bed?" I snapped.

He laughed.

I stood in front of Mandy with my head bowed. She just glared at me as she asked again about the contract.

"You really are pissing me off. I should have gone and got that deal. Still, never mind, I'll just put my name on it and we'll keep quiet."

When she saw I had already signed my name where hers should be her hand landed across my face. I fell to the floor clutching my cheek.

"How the hell am I going to tell Harris I got this contract with your fucking name all over it? You really have fucked up big time you silly bimbo," she snarled, as the toe of her shoe swung into my stomach.

"What the hell is going on?" Harris said in shock, as he stood in the door way.

I saw a very worried expression cross Mandy's face.

"I didn't know you were back," Mandy mumbled.

Harris pushed her out of the way and picked me up off the floor. 

"Mandy you hit her! Look at her cheek?" he said stunned.

"She fell over, she caught her cheek on the desk," Mandy said, with a heavy pant.

"And what happened to your wrist Amy? Jesus, it's swollen right up," Harris mumbled.

I sobbed and wiped the tears away. 

"She trapped my wrist in her drawer this morning. She, she slapped me across the face and kicked me. She hates me, I haven't done anything wrong I swear," I sobbed, "don't let her hit me again. She hates me."

I clung to my boss as he glared at Mandy who looked shocked to say the least!

"She is a liar. Harris, I haven't done anything."

She turned to me shaking her head in disbelief. Her mouth opened and several times it moved like she was trying to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out.

"Mandy clear your desk, you have five minutes to get out of here."

"But what about us, surely you don't believe that bitch?"

I gripped Harris's arm and gave a nice little wince that got more sympathy. Harris picked up the phone and called for security.

"Harris don't do this, I love you, I always have," Mandy whimpered.

I watched the two security guards march her to the lift. 

"I'm taking you to hospital, and then I'll contact Jim and we'll see about going to court."

"No, you've sacked her, that's good enough, please sir. I don't want to go to court and drag it all up, please don't force me?" I pleaded with frightened eyes.

He put his arm around my shoulder.

"Look, maybe in a couple of days you will change your mind."

"No, with your divorce and everything the company will suffer enough. No, please I just want to forget about it."

"Well the offer is still there. I'll leave it up to you. I can't believe she could do this to you."

I gave him a little weak smile, as I held my stomach and winced with pain.

"I'm still cross with you though, for going to see Ashford with the contract."

"I got it though, didn't I sir?"

I felt a light kiss on my brow.

"Yes you did Amy, but don't ever disobey me again, clear?"

We spent two hours in the hospital, and after an x-ray the doctor announced my wrist was not broken, just badly bruised and swollen the same as my cheek.

"What are you grinning at Amy?" Harris asked.

"They think I'm your wife, look?"

I showed him the envelope that held my x-ray.

"Mrs Amy Silver," he said, reading the tag.

Oh one day I would be!

He took me home and I insisted he came in for a drink. We sat talking about his divorce that now seemed to be going ahead. Of course I was sympathetic when he said some photos had come to light, showing his brother and wife kissing on the doorstep. Then gradually he told me about the photos of her screwing some young guy, in his very own living room!

"I don't know who could have taken them, or what ever reason they would have."

"Maybe a jealous girlfriend found out her boyfriend was seeing her?" I offered.

"I can't believe she would be so stupid. She knew she wouldn't get nearly as much if she had an affair. Now I have the evidence, what do I do?"

"I'm sure you will look after the boys though won't you?" I asked sympathetically.

"Of course, god what will they think? What the hell do I tell them, I can't tell them their mum is a, well, fooling around, can I?"

"Sir, you have to be strong, I'm sure they will get over it, you have to tell them."

I was rather annoyed by the way he picked at his food, understandably though I guess. But why couldn't he just relax with me for a few hours? I watched his back as he stood at my sink washing up. He had a nice crisp white shirt on, with the sleeves rolled up. This was how it was meant to be, Harris and me in our kitchen, just doing everyday things. Well that would be when our maid had an evening off! Anyway, I would really be too busy, with all the commitments a wife of a successful husband would have. I would be a member of the country club, attend functions on my husband's arm, and maybe a little charity work like rich women do. I could take up tennis, and I'd get so many invites to tea with my new rich friends. I'd become so popular, that people would boast when I had been to lunch with them! 

We sipped coffee in the lounge. I held my breath as he took my hand. This was it he was going to make his move! 

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, looking at my wrist.

I felt a little deflated as he inspected the bandaged hand he was holding. 

"Just a little, Sir, would you like to stay here the night, on the couch I mean, sir?"

He was deep in thought, but finally what I had asked registered in his brain. He shook his head.

"We could go to the office separately in the morning. I wouldn't tell a living soul you stayed with me."

"No but thank you Amy, I should get back to the hotel, in case my wife tries to phone me." 

He left shortly afterwards, and next doors cat squealed and raced off, as the plant pot I threw narrowly missed it. Still I wasn't down hearted, I cuddled the scarf that he had left. Well the one I had pushed down the back of the sofa when he wasn't looking. The smell of his aftershave spent the night touring my nostrils as I slept peacefully.

"So are we still on for tonight then?" John asked me.

I pulled open my drawer and slapped a photo on my desk without ever looking at him. I knew he was staring at his partly clothed body riding Mr Silver's wife.

"You said you wouldn't get my face in the shots," he mumbled.

"Don't worry I've kept them safe, they will stay that way as long as you keep it shut, and you stop stalking me."

"Fucking hell I'm not stalking you. You promised me sex," he snapped.

"Well I changed my mind, and I lied about not getting your face in some of the shots. Now you have been paid, go and take Vicky on holiday."

"Christ, won't you even look at me?" he hissed.

I turned my head to him and stared into his eyes.

"Well, satisfied now?"

I turned back to my computer and carried on working. He huffed and stormed towards the door.

"As long as you keep silent your photos are safe. One word and I go and pay Vicky a visit."

I grinned at my computer screen as he thumped the door frame and left. I had 6 phone calls from Mrs Silver that morning. At lunchtime I went to her house. She told me over a glass of vodka that Harris had photos of her with her toy boy.

"Well I did see some guy walking up the lane with a camera. Perhaps your husband hired a detective?"

Another 20 minutes and two glasses of vodka later, I had her convinced that was the case. 

"His solicitor offered me 5 million this morning, my solicitor said I should take it. He said in view of the photos it was a very generous offer."

"Well, I suppose it is. Who would have thought that 10 minutes of pleasure would cost so much?" I said, as I refilled her glass. 

"Look to a secretary like you, £5,000,000 maybe big money, but I have invested 20 years in this marriage. I don't even get to keep the fucking house!"

I watched the bitter soon to be ex-wife wrench the vodka bottle out of my hand. She spilt more on her dressing gown than in her glass. Then she stopped.

"Oh fuck, Amy, what am I going to do?" she said, bursting into tears.

Now I'm not totally heartless. I cuddled her for a few minutes as she sobbed. Besides it gave me a chance to think about where I would put a dishwasher. 

"We have a small 4 bedroom house in Norwich, he has offered me that. I suppose it would be nearer to Joe's school."

"Well, I suppose that would be best, for you I mean. If you need any help with transport for your belongings, then I'm sure Mr Silver would pay the costs."

She got up and walked to the kitchen window.

"Look out there, look at the view," she sobbed.

"It is just a few fields at the end of the day. Anyway with 5 million pounds in the bank and no mortgage, think of all the nice holidays you can take?"

She nodded and turned to face me. She hugged me again and I tried to keep her running nose off my jacket. 

"You are right my marriage was over years ago. I suppose I wanted to get at him. Maybe I should just move on now. After all I wanted the divorce in the first place. I just didn't think I'd lose so much money."

She looked back out the window, and seemed to be remembering things from the past.

"Money isn't everything. Besides you'll find someone new. You could afford a toy boy for every day of the year for the rest of your life." 

"Thank you Amy, it is still painful but you make it easier in a way."

"I'm sure things will work out. Now I must get back to work, we should keep this as our little secret. I can't afford to lose my job." 

"Yes, you are right, how is your father by the way, you mentioned something about him being ill?"

I waved her goodbye 5 minutes later.

"It's my mother that is ill you fucking cow," I hissed under my breath, as I pulled out of the drive.

A week later she left for Norwich. I kept my head down and gave my boss the encouragement he needed to get through the split. He took a holiday the day after his wife left. The poor man had been through so much he deserved it. Besides I was getting the evil look from John and decided it was time to do something about it. With my future husband overseas I now had the idea opportunity.

I had never met Vicky before. I hadn't even seen photos of her. Maybe she was an ugly troll like creature. But when I sat on her couch and chatted to her for 20 minutes I found this not to be the case. She was 21 bright and bubbly, if a little wary, of the leggy brunette in the black high heels, red patterned tights, and black skirt suit sat next to her. I told her how lucky she was, to have such a nice boyfriend. I could feel her growing more and more suspicious. When John came in he just froze with shock, at me being all cosy with his little girlfriend. I gave him a cute little drooling smile, making sure she noticed. Without looking at her I knew she was accusing him with her eyes. 

"Hi John, surely you haven't forgotten you said you would help me move my wardrobe today?"

I watched his eyes skip between Vicky and me. He nodded after a few moments, and Vicky narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah, um, I won't be long Vicky," he mumbled. 

She stood up and hurried to the kitchen. He followed her and closed the door. I sat smiling to myself. I couldn't hear what they said but Vicky's tone was just as accusing as hers eyes had been. John was being very defensive, and I did hear him say that nothing was going on.

He jumped in my car and seemed mad as hell. 

"What the fuck are you playing at? I told you I didn't want anymore to do with you and Mr Silver's schemes."

"John you wanted to fuck me remember? I just thought I would come and pick you up. Now don't be such a worry guts."

"Vicky is already suspicious. Look let me out. I don't want to fuck you."

"Well I do so you will just have to lump it. Don't worry I'm not asking you to leave her, besides she is 7 months pregnant, you could have told me that?"

His eyes closed in exasperation as I chuckled. 

"God, it is only a fuck I'm in need of. Satisfy me and you can go back to playing the father to be."

He was still cursing as I dragged him up my path. I gave him my front door key and as he fumbled to get in the lock I pulled his cock out of his trousers. I pushed him on the living room floor and jumped on top of him. My mouth hungrily plunged on his. I could see the anger in his eyes as I pumped his cock. 

"Come on you wanted this a few days ago!" I snapped, as I tired of his lack of enthusiasm, "if you don't get it hard poor bloated Vicky gets another visit."

"Jesus, Amy she already suspects something. I can't do this, she is having my baby."

"It didn't stop you a short while ago. Now I'm warning you, give me a good fucking or she gets the pictures. This is my last offer of sex with you, now surely you don't want to miss it?"

I suppose it was my grinning face that upset him. He just pushed me on my back and yanked my skirt up and my tights and panties down! I was still chuckling as he ripped open my blouse. His teeth bit into my nipple through my bra. I pulled his hair sharply. 

"Go and eat some pussy, and you better be nice and loving," I said, staring into his eyes. 

I smiled as the fire seemed to leave his face. He slowly crawled down my body and started kissing my pussy.

"You see that is better. That is all you had to do," I murmured, as I ran my fingers through his hair.

His tongue worked on my pussy lips and I pulled them apart.

"Get right in there, go on do it!" I snarled. 

I could feel my pussy trickling over his tongue as it dived in deeper. I arched my back and felt his tongue forcing a little further. I managed to get my foot under him and flicked his cock with my toes. He whimpered and pulled his hips back trying to stop me.

"Let me do it, or would you like darling Vicky to see you ploughing Mrs Silver's pussy?"

I grinned to myself as he cursed, but then lowered his dick to my foot. I flicked my toes across it as it grew harder. I held back for as long as I could, I knew he was getting annoyed because of this. 

"Not long now Johnny boy, then you can go back to your fat girlfriend."

Again he grunted into my pussy what must have been a swear word. I just smiled to myself, and then concentrated on the feeling between my legs. My thighs started to shudder and I let go. His nose rubbed over my clit and his tongue did the magic in my soaked pussy. I gripped his head tighter and pulled him further into me. He let out a stifled groan but it barely registered in my head. I held him there as I slowly let myself down. I opened my eyes and looked at him as his head came up covered in my juice. He panted and took big gulps of air. I looked further down and put my feet around his cock. He tried to shuffle away but I gripped his hair again. 

"You are not going anywhere until you have fucked me."

He took a deep breath.

"Can't you just be happy with that? Fucking hell this is rape!"

I smiled at his angry expression. 

"You have already been here half an hour. Now I suggest you get on with it or you might find your tea in the bin."

He pushed his cock into me.

"For a guy who is getting raped you sure are hard," I mused. 

I slipped my legs around his back as he started hammering. I knew he was trying to hurt me. It was just like my uncle used to do. He loved looking down at my poor contorted face. He had me all to himself when my father died. My dear old daddy had a boating accident. He dived into the sea as I lay topless on the deck of the small boat my uncle owned. My uncle moved the boat a few yards away, teasing my father. I walked up to my uncle and kissed him. I made sure daddy could see as I took my uncles cock in my mouth. I slurped and sucked on Uncle Jed, and then looked back at daddy as he neared the boat. 

"Hurry up dear brother, or you will miss out," Jed shouted over the side of the boat.

My mouth plunged on my uncle's cock and I sucked him deeper than ever before. In doing so my ass must have hit the throttle lever. The boat started moving as I sucked harder on my uncle. He was too far gone to worry about my father. I swallowed everything and kept sucking until my uncle pushed me off. We spent an hour going round in circles looking for my father. He was washed up on the shore two days later. Just another tragic boating accident!




Evil Secretary Ch. 03



Well enough of that and back to what you really want to know. John was riding me hard and making snarling faces at me. His motion was so deep and thrusting my whole upper body jerked. With every hard jab with his hips, we both grunted. His face was so close to mine I just gripped his head and forced my tongue in his mouth. He tried pulling away but I gripped him harder. He finally got my hands over my head and pinned them to the floor.

"You fucking bitch!" he hissed.

I just laughed in his face. He increased his stroke and snarled through his nose. 

"Go on then hurry up. I bet Vicky is wondering just how long you are going to be. I bet she is wondering what we are doing, alone, in my bedroom."

He grabbed hold of my hair and started bucking with angry energy. His grunting soon gave way to panting, and then little gasps of pleasure. I watched as his head slowly went down to my chest. His arms had buckled and his strength was draining away. He had put so much energy into fucking me he was totally spent. 

"I've got teeth marks in my tit," I announced, looking into my bra cup.

John rolled off of me and slumped on his back. I got up and went to the loo. When I came back he was dressing.

"Sure you wouldn't like to do it again?"

"You are mad," he mumbled under his breath.

My hand hurt after I slapped his face. He just looked shocked at me for a moment.

"No one, nobody, ever calls me that you fucking piece of shit!" I yelled.

"That is it that is us finished, from now on I want nothing to do with you," he hissed.

I softened a little.

"Sorry, you just said the wrong thing. Are we still friends? I mean, if I want you again can you come round," I said, stroking his cheek.

He backed away shaking his head.

"No, I love Vicky. I should never have come on to you in the first place. Can we just forget everything now?"

I nodded and turned away. My grin returned to my face as the door closed. I still had the photos of him with Mrs Silver if I need anything else. But for now he had out lived his usefulness to me. Now he would just be another face at work.

"Did you enjoy your break sir?"

He half nodded. I smiled brightly as Mr Silver went into his office. He came back out two minutes later.

"Amy, where is the picture of my wife, the picture that was on my desk?"

"I thought it would be best removed," I said.

He looked down and again gave a faint little nod. 

"Not long now," I mumbled to myself, as he closed his office door.



Evil Secretary Ch. 04



For the next few weeks I did everything I could for my boss, making his working life as easy as possible. He seemed to notice my hemlines getting shorter, and my tops becoming more revealing. Mr Silver was too much of a gentleman to ogle me openly. Unlike the doctor who helped me after the death of my uncle. I might tell you more about that later, besides, I'm sure you are far more interested in knowing how I was going to get my boss to make the first move. 3 weeks after his return from his break, I had somehow managed to drive into a ditch in the middle of nowhere. It was just after 11.30 at night when I called my hero. I stood by the side of my car letting the rain soak my pink top. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I knew my top had gone see-through. 

"God Amy, what happened?"

"I skidded off the road, I, I swerved to avoid a deer or something," I stammered.

"I can't do anything to get the car out now. My house is just a couple of miles away. I'll take you there and you can dry off."

At that point his eyes dropped to my hard dark nipples. He gulped a little and looked away. He took off his rain coat and put it round my shoulders. Again his eyes dropped to my nipples. I was well aware he could see the glint of gold from my nipple ring. I sat back in the seat of his Bentley, running my fingers over the leather. I kept thanking him on the way to my new home. He took me up to one of the guest rooms and I had a shower. I came downstairs carrying my wet clothes, wearing the white towelling robe he had left on the bed for me. 

"Thank you sir, I don't know what I would have done without you," I grovelled.

"Look it is about time you started calling me Harris. Now I've phoned William the guy from the garage down the road. He'll get your car sorted first thing in the morning."

He handed me a brandy and I gave him my pile of wet clothes to put over the drier. I saw a little glance at my tiny blue panties that I had placed on the top of the pile. I smiled as he took the pile into the kitchen. I sipped my brandy knowing he was hanging my clothes on the drier. He would have to handle my panties. Would he inspect them noting how transparent they were? Would he be tempted to run his fingers over the crotch area, or would he just hold them to his nose and inhale deeply!

I knelt by the chair in front of the coal fire. I made sure the robe was open at the top a little more than it should have been. He would know that I was completely naked under the robe. Would this get his mind racing with thoughts of seducing me? I smiled a little shyly as he came back into the lounge. 

"You are still shaking, are you cold?"

Now it was time to turn on the water works. I let my tears fall silently for a few seconds. I looked up at him with little girl lost eyes.

"It just jumped out in front of me. I, I thought I was going to die. I'm sorry I phoned you, I don't wish to be any trouble."

He was knelt in front of me now cuddling me. I clung to him and added a little sobbing to the tears. His hand rubbed over my back in a soothing gesture. 

"Amy, I think you should stay the night and relax. It is Saturday tomorrow. I have to go into work for a few hours but stay here. When I get back we'll have lunch and hopefully your car should be ready by then."

"Sir, I don't want to be any trouble," I sobbed.

He pushed me back by the shoulders and as he did the robe opened even more. I could feel the heat from the fire on my left nipple. Harris glanced down and I knew without looking he could see my gold nipple ring, and the nipple it was secured to. I pretended not to notice, even when I felt him pulling the robe together. He coughed clearing his throat.

"Maybe we should go, go to bed," he stammered. 

I nodded thinking to myself, yes please! But I knew he didn't mean together.

I stood outside the door to my room. I looked up into his eyes. I moved closer and stretched up. I kissed his cheek slowly and softly.

"Thank you sir, I mean Harris."

He nodded and looked a little uneasy. I opened the door and looked back over my shoulder. I gave him a little coy smile. As I turned to close the door he was still watching me, or rather the robe that fell open as I slackened the belt, once again his eyes dropped to my nipple ring as I closed the door. 

I made him breakfast before he got up. I was still in the robe with nothing else underneath. My clothes were in the corner of the kitchen on the drier. My panties spread over the top rail. 

"Oh Amy, you shouldn't have bothered doing this."

I smiled brightly at him. I gestured to the chair and put a cooked breakfast in front of him. I buttered toast and then poured coffee. He stopped chewing to watch me as I put his morning paper down. 

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"Not bad considering what happened with the fox."

"Fox, I thought you said it was a deer?"

I swallowed turning back to the sink.

"It could have been either, it happened so fast. Sir, do you want me to come to the office with you?"

"No Amy, stay here, and later we'll see how your car is coming along. Go back to bed I'll be home around 12 or so."

I went up to the master bedroom and cuddled into my soon to be husband's pillow. I grinned satisfied to myself. I turned the photo of his wife and kids face down on the bedside cabinet. Soon my photo would be in its place! I fingered myself for a while wondering if Harris had thought about coming into my room in the night. Maybe he would have opened the door to catch me sleeping. Would he have gazed on my naked body and touched himself? He would have seen me lying naked on the bed. I did it just in case he did wander to my room. I could feel myself getting wetter as I slipped a second finger into my pussy. Harris should have just crawled between my legs. I'm sure his tongue would have made me wet enough for him to enter me. I would then open my eyes as his cock slipped into me for the first time. He would tell me how he couldn't wait any longer. He had wanted me the first time he saw me. He would tell me he was glad his wife was gone, and that already he loved me more than he ever loved her! I imagined his slow rhythm building faster and faster. I would have orgasm after orgasm, as he got so very carried away. He would finally shoot deep into my willing pouting pussy. He would pull out and kiss me lovingly, and then go back to his room and realise I was the right girl for him, and he would have to marry me as soon as possible! 

I was up and dressed by 11.30. I spent the time waiting for Harris, exploring his house. I found pictures of his dead parents hanging in his study. I wondered what they would make of his wife to be. I stuck my tongue out at the painting of his wife which hung over the fireplace. That would be gone soon, along with clothes that she hadn't bothered to take. I looked out across the fields at the back of the house, the same view that Kathy had looked at so many times. Still she was gone now, the view would just be a fading memory to her. But to me it was new and exciting. I went for one last visit to his bedroom. It was then I could smell a faint whiff of my perfume. The perfume I had sprayed on myself this morning. I opened the window further and left the room to air out for a while. Harris came home and showered. 

"Amy, can you come up here a moment?" he called.

I went upstairs and there he was standing in his room.

"Amy, did you come in here today?"

I shook my head. He pointed to the picture of his wife and kids still face down on his bedside cabinet. I gulped a little, and then I moved to the window and pulled it closed. He gave a little relieved smile. 

"The wind must have blown it over," he said.

We went and picked my car up. Luckily there was no damage caused by the ditch. We had a pub lunch. I didn't try anything on with him, but I could see the odd glance at my nipples from Harris, and from a lot of men in the pub.

Monday I was sat behind my desk. As usual coffee, his mail, and a list of calls he had to make were waiting on his desk.

"Good morning sir," I said with my usual grin.

He hovered over my desk for awhile.

"Amy, you um, well you left this in your room," he stammered.

I watched him place a tissue on my desk. I opened up the tissue and picked up the gold nipple ring. He coughed a little nervously and went to his office. I started typing with a big grin on my face. Harris Silver had picked up my nipple ring!

I sat taking the minutes of a meeting an hour later. Harris was forceful with his demands and more aggressive than I had ever seen him before. Even those in the meeting would give each other worried looks. He stayed in his office for most of the day, and sent me out several times when I went in with tea and a sandwich. Shortly before I was due to leave work I went in again. He was staring into space.

"Sir, is there anything I can do?"

He didn't reply he just sat rubbing his neck. I moved round behind him and started to massage his neck and shoulders.

"Amy you don't need to do that," he mumbled.

I carried on until he moved my hands away and stood up. He went to his door and opened it.

"You should go home," he said, holding the door open.

I took a deep breath and went to the door. As I went past him he grabbed my arm pulling me back in. I heard the door close as he pushed me back against the wall. His lips were on mine even before I realised what was happening. His kiss was deep and forceful, and I responded letting my mouth drop open. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I just held myself back against the wall in submission. As we parted he was panting hard. He looked shocked by his own action. He opened his mouth to start apologising I think. I didn't let him. I forced my mouth on his. He let himself go now. He groaned passionately and a hand squeezed my breast really hard. It softened slightly and then I felt his finger trace over my nipple ring. His other hand went up my short skirt and he pushed my panties down at the front. I put my arms up against the wall, in yet further submission. A finger groped its way into my pussy and I gasped on the kiss. My note pad fell through my fingers and onto the floor. His finger dug deeper into my wet pussy, and his other hand started mauling my breast again. 

"I want you Amy," he groaned.

He dragged me over to his desk and pushed me on my back. I heard my panties tear and I spread my legs. I just lay there with my legs open and my arms over my head watching his red face. I saw him grit his teeth and I heard him grunt as he pushed his cock into me. By the look on his face I could have been anyone, I didn't care though. He started thrusting and forcing himself into me. I watched him looking down on me with an animal like lust filled expression. I went to touch his face in a tender display. My arm was grabbed and pushed over my head pinning it to the desk. I repeated the move with my other hand and he responded the same way as before.

"No, don't touch me," he growled through gritted teeth.

His hips started to buck faster, but still he had the same determined look. This was the businessman used to getting what he wanted. 

"Do what you want to me," I whispered, as he gripped my arms more firmly. 

He fucked faster and his grunting increased with the effort. His hands trailed down my arms and he held my blouse for a second, and then he ripped it open. My breast heaved with the shock, and my bra was roughly pulled down. His head fell to my left breast, and he sucked my nipple and my nipple ring into his mouth. I arched my back feeling my pussy flow freely over his hard cock. His tongue forced into the nipple ring and he made me wince a little. He looked up and pulled my hips trying to get more of his wonderful cock deeper into me. With very little warning he started shooting into me. I gasped as much as he did. As he banged me harder his grunting turned into cries of ecstasy. Finally he was still. I started to cradle his head. That was when he pulled off of me. He turned away and went to his adjoining bathroom, with my panties gripped in his hand. I straightened my clothes trying to pull my ripped blouse over my tits. I just stood there in shock for a moment, trying to get my head round what had finally made him jump me. He didn't come out of his bathroom and I grabbed my jacket and left.

It wasn't until I got home that I started recounting, and trying to savour what had taken place. While it was what I wanted I didn't expect it to happen in that way. I had to think carefully now, of how to proceed. Now Harris Silver had let his passion show, was it going to be easier for me, or harder? I'm sure I was just a frustrated fuck. I started wondering if that was what Mandy had been. I wanted more than that, I wanted him as my husband, but then again so did Mandy, and look how far it had gotten her! All I did know was that making Harris Silver my first choice was spot on. 

The next day he was in before me. This was a first, and I even checked my watch. I made him his coffee and tapped on the door. I walked in and felt his eyes on me.

"Good morning," I said.

"Thank you Amy, I'll be out of the office most of the day. My sons are coming to stay for a few days. I don't want to be interrupted unless it is an emergency, do I make myself clear?"

I nodded noting how he had gone into business mode. I felt a little deflated after what happened last night. Not even a little grin, no bunch of flowers, nothing. I didn't see Harris until Friday, the calls were mounting up and people kept asking me where he was. 

"Amy, get some sandwiches in for me at lunch time."

That was it! Not even a bloody good morning Amy, and thanks for the wonderful fuck the other day, and me just pissing off and leaving you to get on with things! Friday afternoon he came out of his office. 

"What are you up to this weekend?"

"Visiting my mother in the clinic at Exeter," I replied.

"Oh, well um, if you are busy then it doesn't matter."

"Sir, if you want me to work then mum can wait."

"No, but how do you fancy some company, maybe we could stay in a hotel or something down there? Separate rooms obviously," he mumbled, shuffling a little uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

I nodded and then smiled.

"I would like that," I responded, "separate rooms might be difficult. I mean it would be a late booking now."

"Well, then I'm sure I would be happy to comply with what ever you arrange."

We shared a smile and he gave me a little wink. 

"I'll pick you up from your home at 6 then?" he asked.

I nodded and grinned back.

I threw my bag on the bed and looked back at Harris. He just stared at the double bed for a moment.

"Amy, I want you to know that I don't expect you to do this because I am your boss. I am quite happy just being friends."

"I know," I purred, as I slipped my skirt down. 

I looked up at him from my bent position. I knew he could see down my loose top to my bare tits and nipples. I stood up and lifted my vest top over my head as he watched. I stepped out of my shoes and walked up to him in just my panties. I took his hand and placed it on my left breast. He toyed with my nipple ring as I undid his trousers. I kissed him lightly on the lips. His trousers fell to his ankles and I knelt down. I pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang up. I pushed back his foreskin and ran my tongue around his red head. Harris quivered and I heard him gulp. His mobile phone went off in his trouser pocket. I fumbled for it still kissing his cock head. I flipped open the phone as I looked up at Harris.

"Harris Silver chemicals," I said.

I licked his cock and listened. I plunged my mouth right over his cock.

"I'm afraid he is on another line at the moment. I'll get him to call you as soon as he gets off."

I closed the phone giving the caller no time to respond.

"Who was that Amy?" he asked in a croaky voice, as I sucked him deeper.

I pulled off his cock and looked up into his eyes.

"Your wife, sir," I replied, and then plunged back on his cock.

I bobbed my head, forcing myself to take him into my throat. He gasped and his legs trembled.

"I want to fuck you," he mumbled.

"You will sir, later."

I sucked deeper again, listening to his groans. His panting increased and his cock seemed to expand. He gripped my head and held me on his cock. He had become quite aggressive holding me there. I started choking as his hot spunk filled my mouth. I swallowed and gagged, but Harris Silver thrust deeper and wouldn't let me off. He thrust his hips and grunted, as I tried to get his cock out of my throat. He wouldn't let me though, not until he was satisfied that I had done a good job. He looked a little embarrassed by the way he held me. He was panting and his cock started to soften.

"Sorry, did I hurt you Amy? I don't know what came over me."

I caught the drop that hung from the tip of his cock with my tongue.

"Sir, we all like it a little rough sometimes," I said, with a reassuring smile.

I stood up and undressed him, covering his athletic body in small kisses. Finally when he was naked I lay on the bed. I lifted my hips and he dragged my panties off. His gaze fell between my legs at my wet hair free pussy. He knelt down and kissed my ankle, slowly working his way up my bare legs and the inside of my thighs. He stopped inches from my soaked pussy and looked up into my eyes. He kept watching me as his lips gently kissed my pussy. My back arched, I whimpered, and my mouth dropped open. I had waited so long for him to do this. All my scheming had paid off. He was my man now, and that fat, drunk, bitch, would have to wait for his call back!

He licked and nibbled on my clit. My pussy dripped and my legs squirmed a little. I couldn't hold off my orgasm not even when his mobile rang again. Harris went to get up. I just wrapped my thighs around his head and held him firm. He soon went back to what he should be doing. 

"He is busy," I spat into the phone, and closed it on that annoying bitch.

After all I had done for the fucking cow, there she was interrupting me and my soon to be husband. God I couldn't wait to gloat in her stupid fat face about Harris marrying me. Of course her boys would be there. I'm sure they would tell their drunken mother how good Harris and his new wife looked together!

I let my lover up and he just stared at me with a look of disbelief.

"Fuck Amy, your thighs are really strong. I nearly suffocated down there," he said, as his expression changed to a grin.

You only need to ask my uncle that, if he was still alive I thought. OK that needs explaining but you aren't going to get it, well not yet. Anyway Harris and I are far more interesting.

We got into bed and I cuddled him for awhile. My hand was between his legs just slowly stroking him to an erection. I was savouring the moment, just before he moved between my thighs. All this had been well worth the struggle. He was mine now and I wouldn't let go, ever!

So there I was pussy poised to go down on my man. That fucking phone was going in a bucket of water soon!

He pushed me of and went to the bathroom, talking to that cow!

"I have to go, Amy I'm sorry," he mumbled. 

I grabbed his trousers as he went to put them on. I threw them on the chair. 

"Is it a matter of life and death?" 

He shook his head.

"Well this is," I said, dragging him back to bed by his cock.

He moved between my legs and slid his cock into me. He started fucking me and I grinned over his shoulder. Whatever it was that he had to sort out it could wait. I was number one in his life now. Surely it was time he realised that!

I got in the shower with him and washed his body.

"Will you come back here?" I asked.

"Amy my wife is in a police cell. I have to go and get her out. She got drunk and made a scene in a restaurant. I'll see you at work on Monday. Book everything to the work account. I'm sorry."




Evil Secretary Ch. 04



I was still rubbing his cock as he walked to the door. He grinned at me and we kissed. I couldn't be angry with him. After all soon we would be together, forever. No, I was angry with that drunken bitch. Still I allowed myself a little smile, when she saw the wedding photos hopefully it would hurt like fuck!

I sat in the chair staring at my mother as she rocked back and forth. She was out of it again. The drugs plus what had happened had turned her nutty. The therapy sessions were wasted really, but she needed help. I had been there ½ an hour when she finally clicked who I was.

"Oh Amy how are you?"

"OK I guess," I mumbled, as I flicked through a magazine.

Her smile started to drop. 

"I'm sorry for what happened. I know they hurt you, I'm sorry."

I held her hand and tried to sooth her. Here we go again I thought. Her eyes started that bloody hard stare.

"You let them both fuck you didn't you?" she spat.

"Mum I was 18, I didn't know what they were doing was wrong. Anyway you knew that is why you went off to bingo."

"You little bitch. I know your father's death was an accident, but your uncle. When I saw him going blue between your legs, you suffocated him!" She shrieked.

"I didn't kill him though did I? You plunged the knife in his back."

"I, I had to protect you," she moaned, as her rocking increased.

"Well, why didn't you do it when it first started?"

"Get out, get out you little whore," she hissed.

"Yes, I suppose I'd better, after all it's my money that keeps you in here. I work my ass off so you can sit and stare out of the window all day."

"Get out whore," she spat, and started rocking faster.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't like seeing her like this, why couldn't she be normal?

"Mum, I love you, I'm sorry," I sobbed.

"Get out you filthy, filthy whore!" she bellowed, and then spat at me.

I was pushed aside as two nurses came in to calm her down. I ran down the corridor and out into the grounds. 

I pressed my head against the wall, and a cigarette was pushed to my lips.

"She is not getting any better is she?" I mumbled.

"Amy, why don't you come back and finish your treatment, it would help you know?"

"Because it was voluntary, so I don't have to come back. I'm not sick, my mother is, and you don't seem to be able to help her very much, do you?" I snapped.

"Amy we both know what you did. Just a few more sessions, at my home if you like?"

I threw the cigarette down on the tarmac. I blew out the last of the smoke and looked into in his eyes.

"You want to listen to it again don't you, tell me you want to sit there and play with yourself. That was fine wasn't it, until you couldn't stop from touching me yourself!" 

"Amy, I can have you taken out of society, if I think you are a threat."

"No, you can't, you said I was fine, you said I wasn't the mad one in the family, and face it there are enough of those to pick from!" I hissed.

I looked down at his trousers. There it was that little disgusting little tent. I grabbed it and jerked it a little. His mouth hung open and he panted slightly. 

"You still get hard for me then? What are you thinking about, the men who had me at your house?"

He pushed me back against the wall and looked deep into my eyes. After a few seconds he slowly released his grip.

"You know I could get you struck off for what you did to me 4 years ago. I spent a week in your bed doing all those things for you. I paid the price for my freedom and I wasn't even sick!"

I squeezed his cock hard and he winced and pulled away.

"Go and find another patient to screw. You are the sickest person in this place and you are the fucking doctor!"

"I mean it Amy. I'll give you until your next visit to decide. Come back voluntary or the third incident will be investigated."

I turned away, knowing the doctor had discovered more out of my sessions than I had wished. My mind started wandering as his footsteps moved away. I couldn't let him tell anyone about explosion.

"Wait, doctor wait, do you deal with alcoholics?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I know someone who is vulnerable, and I'm sure you could train her easier than you thought you could train me. Her husband is rich and so is she. Wouldn't that be more appealing?"

He smiled, and I smiled back.



Evil Secretary Ch. 05



Monday morning I sat in front of my boss. I told him of the wonderful progress my mother was making. I suggested that maybe his wife would benefit from a few visits to the clinic. He was having a difficult time concentrating on what I was saying, as I sat with my legs crossed showing off my stocking tops. He said he would think about it, so I gave him the doctor's number. As I placed it down on his desk his fingers went up the back of my skirt. I smiled at him as he groped my stocking top. 

"Sir, you have a meeting in 20 minutes," I said with a grin.

I pulled away and held the back of my skirt up over my ass. I looked over my shoulder and gave him a cheeky grin. He got up and followed me into his bathroom. I lay down on the carpet and he pulled my panties down. He moved between my legs and started to fuck me. I clung to my wonderful boss as I congratulated myself on getting his wife further away from him. I smiled up at him his pace increased. He soon unloaded into me and pulled off straightening his clothes. I stood in front of him adjusting his tie for him. He watched as I slipped my panties into his pocket. 

"If you get bored in the meeting just put your hand in your pocket," I said, with a sexy grin.

The following day he came out to my office and grabbed my hand. I tottered behind him on my high heels. He dragged me forcefully into his bathroom and I clung to the toilet as he took me from behind. I felt a stinging slap to my ass. It shocked me at first but by the time the second, third, and fourth slap landed. I was bucking back searching for the next. 

"God Amy, you are so fucking hot," he hissed in my ear.

I had dinner with him the next night. He insisted that we were given a small room just to ourselves. Again I worked on him about the clinic helping his wife. 

"She is not my wife anymore."

I looked down at the piece of paper that he slid across the table. All my dreams were starting to really come together. 

"So you are a free man now," I said with a grin, I raised my glass and gave him a sexy smouldering look over the top of it. 

I slipped my shoe off and ran my stocking foot up his trouser leg. He grinned at me.

"I want to take you home and fuck you in my bed. I want to lick your pussy until you push me away," he said, in hushed tones with a grin.

I waved the waiter over. He stood silently. I looked back at Harris, as I started wriggling in my seat. Both men watched as I threw my tiny white panties on the table. I just stared at Harris all the time. Then I looked up at the waiter who seemed to be a little red faced.

"Give those to my boyfriend, and ask him if you can retrieve my napkin that dropped between my feet on the floor."

I watched the shaking hand pick my panties up, and he then placed them down in front of Harris. The waiter gulped and tried to say something, as Harris and I just looked into each others eyes.

"Do as she says. And while you are down there, find out if she shaved for tonight."

The waiter looked between us, and raised his eyebrows a little. 

"Do as he says," I said softly.

The waiter got to his knees as Harris and I looked deep into each others lust filled eyes. I pulled the hem of my knee length dress right up to my belly. We both heard a slight groan from under the table. 

"Well, is she?" Harris asked.

"Yes, sir," came a throaty response from under the table. 

The young waiter came up very red faced, and holding his hands in front of his tenting trousers.

"Go and pull the straps down on her dress. I want to be able to see her tits," Harris said, as he sat back in his chair.

The waiter didn't move, he just gulped and started mumbling.

"What are you waiting for?" I snapped.

Slowly he moved behind me and I felt two hot shaky hands in the thin straps of my dress. He slowly pulled the straps off my shoulders, and then I took a sip of wine. I looked at Harris the whole time, with a look that said I wanted to eat him alive! My top sagged, but due to the wired bust of the dress it didn't fall completely off my tits.

"Get them out for her," Harris said, after a pause.

"Madam, do you really want me to?"

I looked straight at Harris. I'm sure he was just testing me now, just trying to get me to give up. 

"Go careful, I have a nipple ring," I said softly.

"Oh fuck," the waiter gasped. 

His trembling hands reached in and he pulled my breasts out so carefully, like they were made of egg shell. 

"Don't let go, play with my nipples," I whispered.

"Jesus lady!" he gasped again.

I watched Harris throw a bundle of rolled up money on the table. 

"Do as she wants or you don't get your tip."

I looked down at what must have been £500 on the table. Harris watched as the shaking fingers rolled my nipples.

"Finger your pussy," Harris commanded.

I started fingering myself as Harris watched the waiter who was panting and choking a little. Harris still had a confident look on his face, although I could see how much he was turned on.

"Finger her pussy now, help her," Harris mumbled.

"No Harris," I groaned.

He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Do as he wants," I finally blurted out.

"Oh fuck me sideways!" the waiter gasped.

The waiter's trembling finger soon found my pussy. I groaned as he started rubbing me. I kept my lust filled eyes on Harris, as he sipped his wine.

"Kiss me please, I want to come now," I purred at the waiter, as my eyes looked at Harris.

I turned my head and sucked his tongue in my mouth. He went to pull away but I gripped the back of his head as I groaned and squeaked into his mouth. I shuddered on his fingers, and I was very verbal as the young waiter groaned. He was now straining to get away a little, I'm sure he thought I was a vampire or something. Finally I let him go and pushed my red mauled breasts back into my dress.

"Did you shoot?"

"Oh yes most certainly madam," the waiter croaked.

"I was talking to my boyfriend," I mumbled.

Harris sat with a grin on his face and shook his head. I snatched my panties off of him and threw them in the waiter's face.

"Here, a souvenir. They will last longer than the money, and give you more pleasure."

He quickly stuffed my panties in his pocket, and then grabbed the money. 

"Now, are you gay?"

"God no," the waiter said in a shocked tone.

"Well it looks like I'll have to give my boyfriend a blow job then."

I crawled under the table as Harris told the waiter to stay outside of the door for the next 10 minutes.

"Yes, um, thank you, sir, and madam."

My mouth was already wrapped around Harris's cock as the waiter moved away.

"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, as he opened the door taking one last look at me as I sucked Harris deeper.

I winked at the waiter with a mouthful of cock. He sorted of nodded back a little embarrassed. I sucked, kissed, licked, and deep throated for the next few minutes, until Harris finally let go. His hot spunk shot down my throat, and I had another orgasm on my fingers.

The waiter gave me a little smile as we walked out of the room. I grinned back as I walked out on my boyfriend's arm. I felt like I was his now. And soon I'm sure he was going to ask me to live with him.

The following weekend we delivered the old Mrs Silver to the clinic. After a brief interview the doctor said he thought he could help. Mrs Silver still thought I was her friend, crazy drunk woman! So there I was reassuring her that she would be well looked after when she came to stay in a few weeks. I went to see my mother but she was out of it. Still on the drive back I went on about how well the clinic had done with my mother. I just wanted to kick the fat assed bitch out of my front seat so I could be next to Harris. She went on about the bloody boys to Harris. Why couldn't she just leave my man alone! I got out of the car at Norwich with her and went in for coffee, while Harris went to fill up with petrol. 

"Thank you for helping me. Amy, I know how difficult it must be for you being my husband's secretary." 

"Ex husband, you mean."

She looked down and nodded.

"Has he seen Mandy since we split up?"

"I don't think he has got time for her now," I said, with a grin to myself.

She nodded again.

"The, um, doctor seems nice," she mumbled.

"Yeah, you'll soon get used to his little ways and what he wants. I'm sure after a few sessions he'll have you, feeling better."

"Two weeks in that hospital might not be enough though."

"Well, Harris is paying for your treatment. I guess you should pay for it really now you are no longer his wife."

She nodded again, looking like she had something on her mind.

"What is it Kathy, you can tell me, I'm your friend."

"I, I'm seeing his brother, please don't tell Harris though. You won't will you?"

I hugged her and squeezed her. 

"Maybe, you should tell Harris in a few months yourself. When you are ready, but give him time to get over things first."

"Ask Harris to come in and see me will you?" she asked.

I waited outside for Harris, as he pulled up he took off his seatbelt.

"She has gone to bed."

He looked over at the house and buckled his seatbelt back up. When we got back home he stopped outside my flat.

"Look, it has been a long day," he mumbled.

I opened the car door.

"I understand."

"No, you don't, I was going to suggest you stay the night with me. I thought we could get a take a way."

I closed the car door and sat back in the seat. He smiled at me and put his hand on my thigh.

I suppose meeting the kids was never going to be easy. Still the little shits had better toe the line, or they would find out just what to expect from their future stepmother! Harris brought them into the house. They looked at me with a sort of suspicious look. Harris introduced me as his girlfriend, after a slight pause. It had been two weeks since we had taken his ex wife to the clinic, and now she was off for her first stint, poor cow. The boys knew what their mother had done, and that she needed help drying out. I told Harris that he should tell them, several times, and eventually he did. I played the stepmother that weekend, but I guess the boys were still a little upset. Sunday Harris went to fuel up the car, and for the first time I was alone with the boys. Joe had relaxed a little more with me than his brother had. I knew why, he couldn't keep his 18 year old eyes off my deep cleavage and long legs. I caught him once checking me out. I just smiled at him much to his shock. Freddie was 20 and obviously mummy's boy. 

"Don't think you can take my mum's place," Freddie snapped, "and don't give me crap about not wanting to."

"I won't give you any crap, as for taking your mum's place. That is up to your father and me. So keep your fucking nose out."

He just sat there with an open mouth as I went to the kitchen to see his brother. 

"So, what is your girlfriend like?"

"Nice, I reckon you would get on with her."

"I don't think your brother likes me very much, but you like me don't you?" I said sitting down and crossing my legs. 

My wrap around skirt fell open, and I just left it exposing my tan stocking tops, pretending I hadn't noticed. His eyes dropped to my thighs and he shuffled a little.

"Would you work on your brother for me? It would be nice if we all got along, for your father's sake you understand?"

"Freddie is pretty stubborn when he wants to be."

I crossed my legs the other way and he couldn't resist a quick glance.

"Does your girlfriend wear stockings?" I whispered.

He shuffled again and scratched his head. His face was starting to go red.

"No, she never has. Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, with a nervous chuckle.

"Would you like me to? Sorry, that isn't fair, but I don't mind you looking when your father isn't around. You like to look, don't you?" I purred.

He nodded. I closed my skirt over and he started moving away.

"Talk to Freddie for me, please?"

He looked back and nodded with a half smile.

I helped the boys pack their things that evening. Once again I was alone with Joe in his bedroom. 

"So, are meeting your girlfriend tonight then?"

"Yeah, here this is her."

I took the photo and was pleasantly surprised by the young blonde in the bikini. I expected some gawky thing with glasses to be honest. But she was hot, perhaps too hot for Joe.

"She looks very nice." 

"Not much in the breast department though, not like...." 

"Not like me?" I said, with a chuckle.

"Sorry I didn't mean to sound rude," he said, looking at me a little sheepishly.

"Well perhaps she should get one of these?"

He looked round and his eyes opened wide. I had pulled my top down and showed him my nipple ring. Of course it wasn't just that he was looking at.

"Bring her round to tea next Sunday. I'd like a little chat with her," I smiled, as I tucked my nipple away before he jumped on me.

"W, What about?" he stammered. 

"Oh, just ways to keep her boyfriend hot for her, I guess you have had sex with her?" I asked, as I sat on his bed.

"Well no, not yet," he mumbled, as he looked down to the carpet.

Now that didn't really surprise me. I pulled my skirt open and crossed my legs. Joe's eyes lifted to my stocking tops.

"Well, let's see if we can get her into stockings, and then who knows, maybe a nipple ring."

He looked at me with a shocked look on his face. I watched his eyes as I toyed with the nipple ring through my top.

"Now work on your brother for me, have we got a deal?"

He nodded. I crossed my legs and flashed my stocking tops again. He swallowed and came forward. 

"Do you want to touch my legs?" I purred.

He nodded and gulped.

I ran my finger from my knee up to my thigh, very slowly. His red face blushed even more. His shaking hand reached out.

"No not yet, not until you have helped me," I whispered, as I crossed my legs the other way. 

He grabbed his bag and left the room, rather hurriedly. An hour later I was soaking in the bath, sipping white wine. Harris came in and started washing my back.

"Thank you for telling the boys I was your girlfriend. It made me feel sort of wanted."

"Well I suppose you are. Do you feel like my girlfriend?"

I smiled and pulled his zip down. 

"If I wasn't your girlfriend would I do that, and this?" I purred, as I pulled his cock into my mouth.

"God you looked so horny all weekend. I just wanted to ravage you," he hissed.

I sucked him deeper and pulled him faster. He soon shot into my mouth. I took the soapy sponge and dabbed it on the end of his cock. 

"Amy, would you think about moving in with me? I'll pay the mortgage on your flat. You won't have to sell it. I mean if you get bored with me, or it doesn't work out I mean. Just think about it, will you?"

"Well this is a shock. I, I don't know what to say," I mumbled.

"Just think about it, please Amy?"

"OK," I mumbled.

"OK you'll think about it?"

"Ok, I'll move in with you."

I sat back in the bath as Harris went out with a smile on his face. I sipped the wine which seemed to taste even better now.

"Who's a clever girl then?" I asked myself.

I went into his bedroom naked. I looked at the photo on the bedside cabinet. Harris noticed, and with a grin he turned it face down. I crawled up the bed and started kissing his cock and balls. 

"Christ Amy, you are so fucking sexy. I don't think I can keep up with you."

I took a long slow lick up his cock, and then I looked him in the eye.

"Well, you had better start trying," I said with a wink.

I straddled his cock and lowered myself down on him. I slowly rolled my hips and blew him a kiss. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, savouring the feel of his wonderful cock on my pussy walls. 

"Do you mind if I change a few things?"

"What things?" he asked.

"Well, you want me to be happy here, don't you?"

He nodded and we shared a smile. I narrowed my eyes and purred sexily.

"The bedroom for a start, I want to change the bed, and maybe the wall paper."

"Gosh Amy, I don't know," he mumbled.

I ground down further on his cock. I rolled my hips further, and heard him wince as his cock bent a little.

"OK, change what you want," he panted.

I smiled and rode him faster. He started bucking up into me. I knew he was close to shooting so I just got off.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"That is all you get tonight," I said, with a chuckle.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me back on the bed. He twisted me on my back and moved between my legs. We laughed and giggled until he was up me again. 

"I love you Harris," I purred, "I'll do anything for you."

He looked a little shocked at first. It turned to a smile after he had resumed fucking me.

"I love you too," he whispered into my neck.

I stared up at the ceiling with a grin on my face. I just savoured his words and played them in my head over and over again.

The decorators started the following Wednesday. I had the day off work and went shopping for a bed. £3000 later the bed was ordered, and £6500 later I had the bedroom figured out. Not bad for a days shopping?

Sunday Harris went off to a conference. He just had time to meet his son's girlfriend. She spent ages on her mobile phone. I could see Joe was getting annoyed with her. I didn't like the little grin she had on her face every time she was sending a text. She just sat there asking Joe to get her a drink with that silly little voice she put on. Then she really pissed me off. She looked at me, sort of down her nose. 

"You are a lot younger than Mr Silver, aren't you?"

"Joe, go and make me a drink please?" I asked.

As soon as he was gone I started on her.

"Have you and Joe had sex yet?"

Her eyes opened wide, "No!"

It was the shock she said the word with that hit me the most. It was like I had just asked her to eat shit! I grabbed the phone from her and pushed her back on the couch. I covered her mouth with my hand as she wriggled and tried getting her phone back. I flicked through the text messages. She struggled to get free and I felt her bite my hand. I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down on her face. 

"What are you doing?" Joe shrieked, as he saw me pinning her to the floor.

"Little miss one brain cell has another boyfriend, some guy called Tommy."

I threw Joe the mobile phone. He flicked through the text for a few seconds.

"Jesus, you bitch. You've been sending Tommy Franklyn text while you have been here with me!"

She was sobbing as I pulled her by her hair down the drive. She was still sobbing as I threw her phone and bag in the muddy ditch.

"You fucking bitch!" she snarled.

I twisted her round facing me, and her aggressive attitude changed to a frightened look.

"You listen to me. Nobody fucks around on my stepson, especially a thick bimbo with no tits. Now get the fuck off my drive you are scaring the birds."

"Crazy fucking bitch!" she yelled from 50 yards up the road.

Joe was sat in the living room with his head down.

"I really liked her. I can't believe she was two timing me with him."

I moved the mop of curly brown hair out from his eyes. His brown eyes were stained with tears. 

"Look, you'll find someone much nicer than her. She is stupid, just a little tart."

I left him in the lounge and went and made some sandwiches. We sat on the couch and he curled up with his head on my lap. We watched telly and I stroked his hair. 

"Have you talked to your brother for me?" 

"Yeah, he said you are just after dad's money."

"You don't believe that do you Joe?"

He took a deep breath.

"I guess not. You are young and pretty though. What do you see in dad?"

For the next 20 minutes or so I rattled off everything I liked about his father. I even ignored the way his hot little hand was stroking my leg just under the hem of my skirt. I even ignored the slight bulge in his trousers!




Evil Secretary Ch. 05



"Joe, I want you to like me, I want us to be best friends. You must tell me what your brother has locked in his drawer upstairs."

He stopped stroking my leg for a moment.

"He would kill me if I did," he mumbled.

"Do you have a key?"

"Yeah, he doesn't know it though," he said, after a few seconds.

I took him by the hand and we stood in front of the locked drawer.

"He'll kill me," he mumbled.

"He won't know, sweetheart," I said with a smile. 

I pressed my tits into his chest and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"You are my favourite Joe, I like you the best, and if I wasn't with your father and you were older, well, who knows?" I whispered.

He tried to pull me into another kiss. He was clumsy and trembling. I pushed back on his chest stopping his advance.

"Now lay on the floor, I promised you a treat."

His red face looked more than embarrassed. He lay on his back and I put my feet either side of his head. He gasped as he looked up my skirt at my black stocking tops and green lacy panties. I turned the key in the drawer, hearing the little shit pull his flies down. I took out the pile of photos, and when I got over the shock I smiled to myself.

"He calls her his girlfriend," Joe said, with a gasping pant. 

"Does he now?"

"She didn't know he hid the camera. He still sees her even now. Oh fuck!"

"Don't you ladder my stockings young man?" I snapped.

I felt his hand tug down, dragging my stocking out of the suspender clip. He gasped loudly and I felt his hot spunk hit the back of my leg. I moved away carrying the photos and everything from the drawer. I went back into the room 2 minutes later. Joe was sat panting on the floor. I dropped my snagged stockings on the floor.

"Good boy, now clean up and I'll make tea."



Evil Secretary Ch. 06



I cooked tea for Joe as he sat there looking a little embarrassed. I just wanted him out of my house now. Besides, my mind was on his brother and how I could get at him. 

"What are you going to do about Freddie and her?"

"That doesn't concern you, darling, and keep your mouth shut. I want you in bed after tea."

He looked at his watch.

"I know it's early but you won't be disappointed. I'll come up and tuck you in, but I have to make a few phone calls first. Now move your hand so mummy can see."

I smiled down at his little stiff cock sticking out of his trousers. At just after 9 he went up to bed. 

"Hi Freddie, Amy here," I said, brightly into the phone. 

"What do you want?" he grunted.

"I just want a little talk. Come round and see me on Thursday afternoon."

"What the fuck for?" he snapped.

"Please don't swear at me darling, after all, I'll soon be your mother," I said sweetly.

"The fuck you will. I know all about you tricking dad. He'll see through you soon. He might be caught up by what a babe you are, but when his dick lets go he'll soon kick your ass."

"Oh, I'm a babe am I?" I said, with a chuckle.

"You don't fucking get it do you? I've got a friend who knows what you are playing at."

"Oh is that right? Now you listen to me, I love Harris, and you are going to accept me as your stepmother, the sooner the better."

Now he laughed at me. OK, he could have his little victory, but just for a few seconds!

"Fuck you, slut!" he snapped.

"Oh I bet you would wouldn't you. I bet you are getting a little fed up with her now. She's getting on a bit, what is she now, 50?"

The line went quite for a few moments.

"Now you get your ass round here Thursday afternoon, or I show daddy the pictures of you and Mandy."

I closed the phone even before he thought of an answer. I poured myself another wine and left the phone to ring for ages. Finally I picked it up.

"Amy? Look, don't do anything stupid. If dad sees those photos he'll go crazy."

I just loved the panic in his voice.

"So you'll be round here on Thursday then?"

I heard a big sigh.

"Yeah, OK," he mumbled.

I finished the rest of my wine and went up to Joe's room. He was already in bed. I stood over him watching his little red face. I grinned as I trailed my finger over my nipple ring that was hidden under my blouse. I moved forward, and watching him gulp as I jerked back the quilt. I smiled at his hard cock. I took my stocking from his hand and he stiffened as I trailed it over his cock head. 

"Do you like that?" I asked, in a whisper.

He nodded, and I smiled down at him. 

"Can I see your nipple ring, a, again?" he asked with a stammer.

I lifted my top up off my tits and he gasped.

"Are you a virgin?"

He nodded.

"Put the stocking on your cock and wank," I whispered.

"Can I, can I fuck, you?"

I shook my head telling him no. He fumbled with the stocking, feeding it onto his throbbing cock. 

"My pussy belongs to your father. His is the only cock that goes there now. But, I guess, I could use my hand," I cooed.

I watched his red face almost explode. He groaned and thrashed about. I barely tugged him twice before his spunk oozed into my stocking. He was gasping and jerking around. His back arched way off the bed, as I pulled him harder. 

"You're fucking beautiful," he panted.

"So, you like your new mummy then?"

"Oh fuck, yeah," he gasped.

I watched him slowly regain control of his breathing. I kissed his forehead and he even gasped at that!

"Amy, I promise I'll never tell anyone about us," he said, as I went to the door.

I grinned back at his excited face.

"Darling, I only tucked you in. It's not my fault I made a mistake and grabbed your cock instead of the sheet, is it now?"

He shook his head and grinned again. I winked at him and closed the door behind me.

"One son down, one to go," I mumbled to myself.

I was now turning up for work on Harris Silver's arm! People looked and stared, some with smiles, and some in shock. I suppose they were all just jealous because Harris had picked me. I was by his side where I was meant to be, and I loved it when people stared. I kissed his cheek, and then he went into his office. One day soon when I was his wife, he would have to get a new secretary. But I would do the interview. I didn't want some little bimbo with ideas above her station now, did I? 

So there he stood in front of me, my stepson the one who was shagging Mandy. I dropped the photos on the kitchen table.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't show these to your father?"

"Go ahead, see if I care," he said, staring me in the eye.

"OK, then give me one good reason why I shouldn't show these to your mother?"

I watched him look down at the photos. He swallowed a little, and I could see his mind racing.

"Would you be that cruel?"

"Let's just say, if you accept me and we get on, you won't have to find out."

"You really are a scheming bitch," he snapped.

"No, I love your father and he loves me. Soon I'll be his wife. I'll be your stepmother. All I'm asking is that we get on. Mandy was using you to get back at Harris, she loves him, but I got him first, so we should try and get on."

"I'm not stupid. I knew she was trying to get him."

"Then we have a deal, be nice to me, and mummy doesn't get to hear about you fucking your dad's ex fancy woman."

"What have you done with mum's portrait?"

"I've put it in storage," I said, moving towards him.

I looked up into his cold blue eyes.

"You know, you and I could be real friends if you wanted. I like you better than Joe. I want us to be best friends."

I watched him gulp as I put my hand on his chest.

"Those pictures are a little strange, the way you are holding her down. Is that what you like?" I asked softly.

I moved my hand up to his face and he grabbed it away. He held onto my wrist squeezing it tightly. I let out a little whimper as he forced my hand down. He gritted his teeth and pushed further until I was down on my knees.

"You're hurting me," I mumbled.

He pushed me back and stood over me. I started rubbing my wrist. As I went to get up he stood on my hand. I looked up at him and winced.

"You are lucky the decorators are upstairs," he snapped.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Now, help mummy up," I purred.

He got off my hand and pulled me roughly to my feet.

"So, I'm to be nice to you in front of dad. And when we are alone?" 

"Just don't be so rough," I mumbled.

I moved forward again and stretched up to kiss him. He grabbed my hair and yanked me away. I twisted and stumbled throwing my hands on the kitchen table to break my fall. 

"See you soon, mummy," he hissed, with a sarcastic tone.

A little smile spread over my lips as he left. It wouldn't be long until he knew his place.

The following week I was back at work. Well the decorators had now started work on the lounge. Harris was a little hesitant at first, but I managed to persuade him I knew what was best.

"Good morning, Mr Ashford," I said, from behind my desk.

"Well I hear you have moved in with Harris. You know Mandy is still pretty pissed with you, she is working for me now."

"So I hear, I'm sure she'll do a good job, and yes, Harris and I are living together," I said, with a beaming grin.

"Well that is a shame, I have a £3,000,000 contract up for grabs, it's his but only if you spend some time with me."

I watched the sick grin spread over his face. 

"Think about it, I'm sure one night with me would be worth it."

He slipped his card on the desk in front of me. His podgy fat fingers squeezed my neck as he chuckled. I heard Harris greet Ashford as he went into the office. I slipped Ashford's card in my handbag. I took coffee in and Ashford ran his eyes over me. Harris noticed and shuffled a little in his chair. An hour later the meeting was over.

"Amy, I want to see you in my office."

Harris went back in and Ashford gave me a wink as I brushed past him. 

"Nice ass," he whispered, as he pinched it.

"Amy, Ashford was quite suggestive about you, did he try anything when you got the contract a few months ago?"

I looked down at the carpet.

"He touched me, but that was all. I didn't let him go any further than that."

He walked round and lifted my head up.

"Amy, I need a new secretary, I don't want him, or anyone else touching you."

"But I like working for you, we are good together," I said in panic.

He opened a little box, and there was the biggest diamond I had ever seen!

"Amy, I want a new secretary because I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?"

This warm feeling spread through my body. I offered him my trembling finger. I threw my arms around his neck and cuddled him tight. 

"How does next weekend sound?"

"My god, I, haven't got a dress, or, or...."

"Take the rest of the day off, go get a dress."

A £9,000 dress was ordered later that day. I mean, for just one day I didn't want to spend too much. The shoes cost £400 as well, and sexy underwear added another £199 to the bill. The last time I bought a wedding dress it cost £180 second hand. I waited by the church for 2 hours. Eventually I went home in tears. I soon found out that my best friend had done a runner with my husband to be. 3 weeks later a gas cooker exploded in their silly little love nest. Yes accidents do seem to follow me around, and let's just say, I didn't lose too much sleep over the tragic, accident?

The wedding went well even the boys managed a smile. My mum couldn't make it unfortunately, but I would take her some cake, and I might even go and see Kath and tell her the good news. But that would have to wait until after our honeymoon, 3 weeks in Canada, and 2 weeks in Italy. 

I interviewed several women for my old job. Two were dismissed straight away. The third though I liked. She was nearly 50, presentable, experienced, and married.

The Ashford contract was close to being completed, but he was holding out. I went into his hotel room and found him reclining on the bed in just his pants. 

"So you are a married woman now then?" he asked, as he sipped his whisky.

I nodded slipping off my coat. I reached behind my back and pulled the zip down on my dress. His eyes watched as it fell to the floor.

"You know it is all the more sweeter knowing you are his wife."

My red bra and panties were soon on the chair and I stepped out of my shoes. I crawled on the bed and pulled his boxers down. My mouth was soon working on his cock and I hadn't said one word to him yet. He chuckled and sipped his whisky. 

"You know, it is much more thrilling having a young married pussy."

I wanted to bite his cock off, but I held back and just licked and sucked. 

"Hey you didn't have this the last time we were together."

I felt his fat finger push into my nipple ring. He pulled it and chuckled, as it stretched my nipple. I started sucking him harder and deeper. His other hand grabbed my hair and he pulled my head off his cock. 

"Ride me, slut," he ordered.

I straddled his cock and guided it into my pussy. I ground down on his silly little fat prick. He grabbed my hand and looked at my rings. I snatched my hand away.

"Oh feeling a little guilty are you?"

"Let's just get this over with," I growled, as I ground down harder.

He chuckled again, and then stopped, as I started milking his cock with my pussy.

"You know, you really are good at that."

"Am I better than your wife?" I hissed.

"Yes, and Mandy, and a few others I've had recently."

At last I seemed to be getting him more aroused, or rather a response.

"You have fucked Mandy then?"

He nodded.

"She's a little old for you isn't she?"

"Meaning what, exactly?" he mumbled.

"Well, I'm sure you can imagine how frustrated I'm going to get, in that big house all day."

He grabbed my nipple ring again, and started twisting it.

"Your wife gets frustrated too doesn't she? I've heard on the grape vine you like that sort of thing. You fuck around and she fucks around, which turns you on more?"

He was panting and thrusting up into me now.

"You fuck around on, Harris?"

"Well let us just pretend I'm married to you for a second. You would be really annoyed by the length of time the builders are taking?"

He nodded, and now started panting.

"You married a slut wife, surely you can feel how stretched my pussy is?" I hissed.

"Oh, god, oh fuck," he panted.

I pulled off his cock and pushed it up my ass.

"There is that better, a nice tighter hole?"

He nodded, and I watched his face going red. Sweat was running down his temples and his fingers now mauled at my breasts. 

"Oh you know those 6 builders work in shifts, four on the job, and two on me!"

I felt him judder as his cock emptied into my ass. His head lifted off the pillow and he strained and gasped. I was still just looking down on him. His fat face was still contorted but slowly it relaxed. I got off and went to the loo, I dressed in front of him, as he lay there taking deep breaths. I dialled from the hotel phone.

"You have something to tell my husband," I stated.

He nodded, as I cuddled into him kissing his hairy chest. He started tugging my nipple ring as he spoke to my husband.

"Harris, Ashford here. I'll be in to sign the contract at 3 o'clock."

I tucked my breast back into my dress, patted his bald head, and then smiled at him.

"Do you really fuck around on him?"

I smiled back from the door, "no, never."

He tipped his head back on the pillow with a satisfied grin.

I took the wedding cake to my mother, there she was rocking back and forth, and she seemed not to know who I was this time. I went and saw the doctor. He seemed to think she was getting worse, and she seemed to spend more time in her own little world each day. 

"And how is Kath coming along?"

"Let us just say she is responding to treatment. I have high hopes for her," the doctor said with a sick grin.

I went out into the garden and sat with Kath.

"I hear you married Harris," she said.

"Are you OK with that?" I asked.

She tipped her head back looking up at the sky and feeling the sun on her face.

"Well, when I sort myself out, I think Dylan might pop the question to me."

"He's Freddie's father, isn't he?"

She kept her head up to the sun and grinned.

"Harris told you then? You will keep quiet about it won't you?"

"Of course, I'm not a heartless bitch. I care about you. I still like to think we are friends."

"You didn't go after Harris, did you? I mean, Harris did the chasing, didn't he?"

"Here have some wedding cake," I said quietly.

"It doesn't bother me if you did. Harris and I were finished long ago, and keep your fucking wedding cake."

I left her still with her head tilted up to the sky.

Two months later I had a visit from Freddie. It was quite out of the blue, and unexpected.

"You really have changed things here. Is my room still where I left it?"

"Very funny, so what do you want?"

"I hear your mum died last month. I just wondered if it what she died of was hereditary."

"No it is not, and thanks you for your concern. Now what is it that you want? I've got tea with the Women's Club at 4 o'clock."

I watched him drop 3 albums on the coffee table. I recognised then straight away.

"I found them in the garage last week."

I was panting hard and trying to keep calm, but I guess it just wasn't working. I had forgotten all about the albums. I had meant to burn them, but for some stupid reason they slipped from my mind. 

"Do you know what dad would do if he saw these?"

"Then we both have secrets to keep, don't we?"

"I wonder what would hurt dad the most. A son screwing his bit on the side, or finding out his wife planned to seduce him all along?"

I stared at the albums trying to think what was in them to upset Harris, well everything I guess.

"He loves me, and I love him. OK I planned to seduce him. But your mother and father were finished."

"Yeah well, you helped by putting the nails in the coffin, didn't you?"

"There is something you ought to know."

"Don't worry mum told me last week. I went to see her in the clinic. We took our own doctor and he is going to get her out of there. So dad isn't dad, so why should I care?"

"Because he brought you up as his own, you ungrateful little shit!" 

He grabbed my hair pulling it back.

"Don't worry, I won't let on I know," he spat in my ear, pulling my hair harder at the same time.

"So I think we can trade off, your albums for the photos of Mandy and me, what do you say, stepmother?"

I was desperately trying to find ways to get the albums back without letting go of the photos. I didn't want this little prick dictating to me. I had come too far to lose out now.

"OK, let go of my hair and I'll get the photos."

"Bring them round to my flat next Wednesday. We'll have a little party, you and me."

"Why wait until then?"

He let go of my hair and I twisted towards him. I slowly kissed his cheek and started rubbing the front of his jeans. I slowly moved my lips to his and started kissing him. My fingers fumbled with his zip.

"Take me upstairs and fuck me," I whispered.

I pushed my tongue in his mouth but the prick wasn't responding. He grabbed my head and pulled me away from him. I let out a little gasping ouch.

"Wednesday I want you at my flat. I want you to dress like the whore you are. If I'm not happy with the clothes and make up, Dad gets the albums. You know, maybe you should have picked one of the other guys."

He gripped my hair again and gave me sick little triumphant grin.

"Now walk me to the door, mummy," he snarled.

He pulled me along by my hair until we reached the door. He threw me against it and forced his lips onto me. I started to respond, hoping we could settle this now. 

"Take me," I panted, as I reached for his cock.

He grabbed my hand away and pinned it behind my back. His lips forced back on me and he chuckled as he kissed me.

"Later, bitch," he snarled, as he threw me out of his way.

OK he had won the first round. But I had to now make up my mind just how I could get control back.

At the Women's Club I had something on my mind that didn't go unnoticed. Marsha cornered me in the loo. She was nearly 60 and had taken me under her wing. I liked her and she liked me. But I think her liking of me was a little more than just friends. She encouraged me to show my assets off to get stupid old men to part with their money for charity. Last week I did a kissing booth, most of the old goats asked for a little more for a little more, if you know what I mean. Even Marsha closed the curtain as she paid her money. Her tongue was in my mouth before I could react, but I did eventually, I pushed my tongue in her mouth too!

So there we were in the loo. I explained Harris's son was being a little shit. I showed her the bruise on my leg, Ok that was when I stumbled into a table, but well, I had her convinced Freddie kicked me. Marsha was comforting, me by rubbing my ass! She told me that if I needed her, she would support me. Of course I ended up sealing our agreement with a kiss, and a quick fondle of her huge tits that she insisted upon! When I went to leave she pulled me back.

"Not so fast, dear," she said with a devilish smile. 

She pushed me into a cubicle and shut the door.

"Now, you want my backing so you can become an important member of the Country Club, don't you dear?"

I sunk to my knees and spent 10 minutes with my head up her long skirt. I had never seen a pussy so juicy in all my life. Well, that isn't really true. This bitch and her friends cornered me one night. I was sort of forced on my knees, and told to eat her out. It wasn't really my fault she got over excited and fell back into the well she was sat on. It took the fire brigade an hour to get her out, she ended up with a bad back, and a messed up head after that. Still the gang had a new leader. They were all shitless wimps that I managed to control for the next few months. I soon got bored though, and ended the gang just before my 19th birthday. 




Evil Secretary Ch. 06



So there I was chewing on her pussy in the cubicle. Marsha gasped and rubbed her sopping pussy all over my face. I was hot enough trapped under her skirt, but eating her out had me feeling faint! Finally she let go and I came out. She helped me to my feet and I gasped as her smiling face went between my legs! OK Marsha was a dyke, but hell she had an expert tongue. I came off in less than a couple of minutes. 

"I'll see you and that gorgeous pussy later," Marsha said, and then kissed me deeply.

"Mrs Silver, what are you doing here?"

"I need your help, John," I said, looking into the courier's eyes.

"Look, I told you no more ages ago."

"How is baby, Samantha?" I asked, throwing him a pink teddy bear, "Is mummy in?"

"No she has taken Sammy to her mum's house for the day."

"I want you to wait outside this address Wednesday night." I instructed, as I handed him a slip of paper.

I told him what I needed him to do. He shook his head until I started to unbutton my coat on his doorstep. He gulped at my naked body underneath, and frantically told me he would be there. I started doing up my coat before too many people noticed.

"You really are a bitch, Amy," he snapped.

"It is Mrs Silver to you," I said, with a grin.



Evil Secretary Ch. 07



"Let's get this over with," I said, staring at Freddie.

We walked out into the little garden behind his flat. He tossed the photo albums in the metal bin. He grabbed my wrist before I threw the envelope containing his photos with Mandy. I pulled a handful of photos out and showed him. He nodded. I threw the envelope in with the albums. I watched him pour petrol over them, and then he threw a match. We walked back to the flat. I looked over my shoulder at the flames. Freddie grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. I took off my coat and stood before him in a blue miniskirt, black hold up stockings, blue high heels, and a tight blue vest top.

"You really do the slut well," he said, with a grin.

"That is what you wanted," I said, moving forward.

I stretched up and kissed him. His hand grabbed my neck and he pulled me tighter to him. I whimpered a little, and he looked deep into my eyes with a sick little look. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back. He kept pulling until I winced. 

"You are hurting me," I said, through gritted teeth.

I was now on my knees, and I heard high heels approaching behind me. A hand grabbed my hair as Freddie let go. 

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this you little bitch!"

My hair was wrenched back until I was looking up into Mandy's grinning eyes.

"You fucked up everything, so now I'm going to fuck you up for the last time."

I knelt there as Freddie unzipped his trousers.

Mandy let go of my hair and nudged me in my back with her knee.

"Suck him off," she spat.

When I didn't move her knee jabbed harder into my back. I fell forward on my hands at Freddie's feet. Mandy grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my knees. She looked deep into my eyes, and then spat in my face.

"Let me go, please," I whimpered.

"Go on chicken shit, not so hard now are you. God, I've waited months for this. Now suck him off!"

Mandy pushed me forward. I soon had Freddie's cock rubbing over my tightly closed lips. 

"Suck him you whore!" Mandy spat, as she stepped on my ankle.

I cried out in pain, as she pressed harder with her foot and started laughing.

"You'll break my ankle, you fat cow!"

She swung her foot into the small of my back. I winced as the pain shot through me.

"Freddie, stop her, I'll give you anything you want," I begged.

Another kick landed in my back. I twisted round and grabbed a handful of her hair. I tugged hard, as she shrieked. My hand came away with some hair that ripped from her scalp. 

"I've had enough of you," Mandy spat.

She grabbed my head with both her hands and pushed me onto Freddie's cock. She held me there and chuckled. Her knee was on my back pressing me forward.

"Now suck him off, and make sure you do a good job, because this is the last thing you are going to do on this earth."

She started bobbing my head on Freddie's cock. 

"Yeah we are going to kill you. Then I'm going to take your place. Now choke you fucking bitch!"

She pressed down harder. I started gagging and choking. I tried but couldn't get off. I felt a sharp kick again to my back.

"Jesus, Mandy," Freddie snapped.

"Just choke the fucking bitch. Then you and I can be together, I'll marry your dad and we'll share the money.

I heard her kissing him as she pushed me hard onto his cock. He started shooting in my mouth, and I sucked harder swallowing everything I could. 

"No more, fucking hell!" Freddie shouted, as he pushed Mandy off, and then me.

"OK my darling," she said softly.

She looked down at me and slapped me hard across my face. Her grin widened when she saw me rubbing my cheek. She grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my knees. 

"You are going for a little boat trip, like your father did, and like him you won't be coming back. Poor little Amy, they might find you in a few days. Hopefully the fish would have had a go at you by then."

"And who is going to push me in? Are you going to murder me Freddie? Look, you don't really want to go to prison do you? Let's face it I'm younger than Mandy, and a much better shag."

Another slap landed to my face, followed by a kick to my stomach.

"Freddie, get her down to the boat," Mandy spat.

"Oh aren't you coming?" I asked.

I watched Freddie give Mandy a worried look.

"You'll go to prison Freddie, 20 years I guess."

Mandy looked at him, and then she went to hit me again. I watched as Freddie grabbed her hand. She looked shocked at him.

"Freddie, they will find my body, they will cut me open and find your spunk in my stomach. They will find fibres and skin and hair from Mandy under my nails."

"Don't listen to her," Mandy said, panting hard.

"Do you think I brought all the photos of you and Mandy? Look outside and you will see a man standing over the road."

Mandy rushed to the window, and then turned back.

"Now my friend down there is going to take me to a doctor in Exeter. He'll take swabs, photograph bruises, and I'll explain how I was raped. He'll keep the evidence until he gets a call from me a week today. If Mandy isn't out of the country by then I'll go to the police." 

Mandy stood shaking her head in shock. 

"Now do we go for the boat trip, or do we help Mandy pack?"

3 days later Mandy took her daughter and left the country, never to be seen again.

Over the next 8 years life was good, apart from my husband getting a heart condition. Still I had the boys to keep me company, if you know what I mean? Of course in that time I found being a housewife a little boring. I put on a little weight, and I found life easier if I had a small drink in the mornings. I rarely went to the office, just now and then. Harris accused me several times of being drunk when he got home from work. I only had the odd glass or two, but for some reason he went off sex with me. I suppose I didn't really care too much. Not until he started spending more time in the town house. Still I loved him, maybe not as much as I used to, but then he would just roll away from me most nights complaining of the smell of booze. Freddie didn't mind though, and Joe had settled down with a nice girl, a little drippy perhaps, but they suited each other.

Freddie had girlfriends too, but his stepmother was always his favourite. I heard one of his girlfriends complaining one night. She was young, 19 or 20. I could hear her muffled cries, and her little struggles to get him off. I pushed open the bedroom door and she came running past me. Freddie just looked up from the bed and grinned. 

"He wanted a blow job, he just grabbed my head. I love him, but he is so rough sometimes," she sobbed.

I covered her over on the couch and gave her a drink of water with a sleeping pill. I went back to Freddie's room and knelt down in front of him. I held up my wrists and smiled as he handcuffed them. He grabbed my head and thrust it on his cock. 

"I bet you are wondering where I've hidden our photos."

"Just keep them safe," I mumbled, on a mouthful of cock.

He laughed and pulled my head further on his cock, and I choked as he shot in my mouth. He cuffed my hands to the bed and pulled the chain that hung from one nipple to the other. My tits and nipples stretched as I had an orgasm on his finger. I once told Freddie that he would never fuck me, and that it was reserved for his father. But with Harris losing interest in my body over the last couple of years, I now begged Freddie for it. He always rode me hard and delighted in hurting me. I didn't mind, in fact I sort of egged him on. 

A few weeks later I was trying hard to get my dress done up. 

"Harris, help me, my zip is stuck."

He huffed and tugged.

"Look it won't go up because it's too tight," he said, giving up.

"It must have shrunk in the wash," I said, taking it off again.

Then I saw that look in his eyes.

"What, what the hell are you looking at me like that for?" I snarled.

"Amy, you have put on weight. Maybe if you cut down on the food and the booze. I mean you are drinking every bloody day, I've found the empty bottles."

"Well what the hell do you expect me to do? I'm alone most days in this bloody house, bored fucking shitless!" I spat, "and Marsha and the rest don't seem to want me anymore, and then you. All you do is talk about fucking work!"

"God, you are just like Kath," he snapped.

I threw our wedding photo at him and stormed down the stairs, screaming at Jess the maid to go and clear up the broken glass in the room. I headed straight for the drinks cabinet. I just stood there staring at the empty shelf.

"I've thrown it all down the sink," Harris said.

I looked beyond him to Jess.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Get upstairs and pick that broken glass up!" I yelled. 

I watched her pick up a case. Harris handed her some cash and she just shook her head at me and left.

"We haven't got a maid anymore. If you are that bored maybe you should start doing the housework," Harris snapped.

2 weeks later I turned up at my husband's office. For some reason my bank card wouldn't work. I needed cash to get some groceries, and a little bottle of vodka just to help me get through the day. I just stood in shock as this young girl of no more than 19 sat in front of my husband's office.

"Hello, I'm Sue. I'm your husband's secretary."

I didn't shake hands with her. I went straight into my husband's office.

"Who the hell is she?" I spat with rage.

"Sue is my new secretary. She has been here 2 months. Look come on lets go to lunch."

I went out on my husband's arm. I couldn't take my eyes off her long blonde hair that belonged on a shampoo advert. Not a bloody split end in sight! He told her he was taking me to lunch. I watched her twist round in her chair and cross her long legs. God, if her skirt was any shorter it would have been a belt! I sunk back a little as she mentioned a lunch meeting with the owner of Dickson's. Then she gave me that silly little grin. I stormed out humiliated, shoving past some stupid girl that worked there. Harris never came home that night, and I couldn't get him on his mobile. For the next few weeks I nursed bottles of vodka that Freddie got for me. I got him to follow his father, and soon found out he was visiting that little slut of a secretary.

"Give me the photos," I snapped.

Freddie held them over his head, with a sick little grin on his face.

"You know Sue is quite a pretty little thing. Do you really want to see her hot body riding dad?" 

I snatched the photos from him. There she was on top of my husband riding him with a big grin on her face.

"That cow, I've invested 8 years in your father and I'm not letting go now!" I spat. 

"Do you think dad is going to look at you now? He has her to play with, why should he want a fat drunk wife?"

I went to slap his face but he caught my hand. 

"He is my husband I'm not letting go. After all my effort and he treats me like this!" I hissed.

"You know mum is happy with Dylan, even dad has accepted that. Mum has dried out, and she blames you but she doesn't care. Dad is happy with Sue by the look on his face. That just leaves you, all bitter and twisted."

I felt scared and alone, still I had my stepson even if he was becoming rougher with me. I stroked his cheek and went to kiss him.

He pulled my hair back.

"You are fat and a drunk, a lazy cow too. You know it is a pity because you could be so fucking horny if you dried out and lost weight. So I guess I'll have to make plans for my new stepmother." 

He pushed me to the floor and stood there grinning at me. 

"Please Freddie, didn't I promise you everything? When your father dies you will be head of the company, all this will be yours. I'll be by your side. I'll do what ever you want, I do now, don't I?" 

"Look at you, fatty. You don't even bother getting dressed anymore. Sort yourself out, get your figure back and dry out, and if I'm not fucking Sue by then you might stand a chance."

I crawled over to him and pulled his zip down. He sneered down at me as I took his cock in my mouth. I couldn't lose him. I had to keep him on my side. I ignored his little victorious chuckle as I sucked him deeper. He gripped my head and held me off his cock. He pumped himself all over my face, and then he threw me on the floor.

"Let me get you hard again, and then you can fuck me," I panted.

"Why the fuck would I want to shag a fat twat like you?" he said with an evil grin.

Losing weight was surprisingly easy. But letting go of the drink was the hardest part. But after 6 months I was back to my best. Even Harris noticed, but I knew he was still fucking his secretary. 

"I didn't think you could do it," my stepson said. 

I just smiled, and pushed his head back between my legs.

I made sure to get Harris out of the way one afternoon and went to see her at work. I kept her talking as the office emptied. 

"You listen to me, you are going to resign and leave my husband alone."

Her face had dropped but she soon started grinning.

"I don't think that is going to happen, Mrs Silver."

"I know you are screwing him you little tart. I've dealt with better than you to keep my man," I hissed.

I watched her cross her long legs and she sat back and flicked her hair.

"You are past it. You are a drunk. Harris wants someone sexier, and younger, that Mrs Silver is where I come in."

I stood up straight and snarled down at her.

"Now Harris wanted me to get this delivered to you tomorrow, but seeing as how you are here, you can take it now. This copy is going down to the company solicitor, but I had better deliver it," she said, with a grin. 

I picked up the envelope and pulled out the papers. I gasped and trembled. My husband wanted a divorce!

"I know who you are, do you think Harris will marry Mandy's daughter?"

She started laughing. 

"He knows, I told him when he proposed last week," she leaned forward on her desk, "he proposed, I told him who I was, and he still fucked me."

"He has a heart condition. You could have killed him."

"Well when I'm his wife he is going to get all the fucking he can handle, and more bedsides."

She sat back grinning again. I hammered my fist down on her desk.

"Mum said you were good, but I'm better, younger, and sexier. You don't stand a chance against me. Mum is sat back in France knowing she'll get what she deserved all along."

She stood up and walked towards me. She was confident and enjoying this far too much.

"I'm going to marry your husband. You will end up with nothing, I doubt Freddie will be your fuck buddy then," she spat, "anyway I'll soon have him as well."

"Please don't do this to me. I'll give you money."

"You haven't got any, Harris stopped you bank cards. When Harris finds out about you and Freddie his solicitor will leave you with nothing."

"Don't tell him please, leave me Freddie."

She grinned down at me as I slumped to my knees.

"Oh god mum would love to see this," she said, with a huge grin. 

"Sue, I'm asking you one last time. Don't push me to something you'll regret."

She threw her head back and laughed.

"You might have lost weight, and you look good. But it is too late, Harris loves me. You know, I'm going to love living in that big house."

She picked up her bag and the envelope to go to the solicitor's office, and started towards the lift. She stopped when she saw the sign.

"It looks like the lift is out of order again. I'll race you to the bottom of the stairs, on second thoughts I'd win, like I'm going to win everything."

I watched her go through the door that went to the stairs. I looked down at the envelope that contained my husband's letter, saying he was starting divorce proceedings. I sniffed and brushed away a tear.

The End.

Or.................. 

John came towards me and we exchanged envelopes.

"You know we could go to a hotel for a few hours, if you want?"

He pulled my hand away from his face.

"I swear to god that is the last thing I ever do for you. If you ask anything else of me I go to the police and tell them everything. As for going to a hotel, I'm happy with Vicky, just leave her, me, and the kids alone. I never want to see you again."

"Well, you came crawling to me for help to pay for that life saving operation for Vicky. So we are even now, I guess you can rest easy. As for going to the police forget it, or Vicky might just find some photos of us together from last month."

He shook his head and put his crash helmet on. I watched him get on his motorbike and roar off. His envelope was full of money from my secret bank account, which I had started when I married Harris. It wasn't hard to cream off £10,000 a month for the last 8 years. I took a deep breath. I suppose I should be at home for my husband anyway.

I cuddled my husband that night, and although he didn't really want sex I did everything he liked. He went into work early after a phone call, he seemed troubled. He came home two hours later and sat in his chair. His face looked drained and grey and he looked worried.

"What is it, darling?" I asked.

"S, Sue my secretary, she fell down the stairs and, broke her neck."

"Oh dear, how sad," I said, wiping his brow.

"I don't know why she took the stairs. The lift was fine. Amy, get my pills."

"Haven't you got any left?"

"I, asked you to get some," he said, panting.

"Darling, I couldn't get any money out, my card doesn't work, remember?"

He gripped my arm and started shaking. His mouth opened and he gasped for air.

"You stopped my card darling, remember? I'll call the doctor."

"Hurry, please hurry," he gasped.

"Doctor, come quick, it's Harris, he's not breathing," I sobbed, into the phone.

I watched Harris's hand fall from my arm. I threw to two envelopes into the fire and watched them burn. I sobbed and I cried like any loving wife would do. Still the millions that now belonged to me would make my life a little easier. 

The End.