6 comments/ 98369 views/ 25 favorites Secretary Vanessa Gets Disciplined By: MicheleNylons My name is Vanessa Tan and I work as a secretary for an engineering company that employs about five hundred or so personnel. Specifically I work as the departmental secretary for Sales Support where I make travel arrangements, organise meetings and contractual conferences for about thirty senior engineers, managers and a director. We are the face of the company, and as such, there is a dress code we must adhere to. Last Week - The New Dress Code Office personnel are required to dress formally because of our high profile and the requirement to deal with our contractors, customers and the public. Men are required to wear a suit and tie and women are required to wear appropriate business attire. There are only four other women in my department and we pretty much wear what we like as long as we stay within the general guidelines of the policy. This all changed a few when Mike Harris assumed the Directorship of sales and marketing. One of the first things he did was put out a memo redefining the dress code. The memo basically reiterated the firm's policy regarding the dress code for office staff, but went on to provide specific instructions regarding what was considered appropriate attire. Not much changed for male employees, just a little tightening of the rules. For instance: suit jackets could be relaxed but were to be worn at all times when dealing with the public or customers, ties were to be worn at all times, shoes were to be black leather and polished, hair was to be neatly trimmed, and so on. For women however the level of detail for was extremely specific and raised some consternation among the female office staff. In particular the memo specified that women were to be: 'appropriately coiffured and cosmetics were to be worn at all times,' 'business suits with skirt and jacket combination are to be worn; pantsuits are not acceptable office attire!' 'shoes are to be of the pump or sandal variety, with a heel of not less that three inches,' and 'hosiery is to be worn at all times and is to be sheer and no more than twenty-five denier; opaque hosiery and heavy-yarned tights are expressly forbidden!' The memo went on: 'hems of skirts are to rest above the knee when standing; and hosiery with snags or runners is to be replaced immediately." When the memo was circulated, the women in my department called a meeting in the staff lounge and voiced their anger at the dress policy. To be fair, most of the women dressed pretty much in accordance with the new policy anyway but they were annoyed at the specifics being levelled at them and most wanted to wear pantsuits and opaque tights in winter. They appointed me the spokesperson and sent me off to see Mr Harris to represent their complaints. Of course the twenty or so men who worked in the office had already had good laugh at our expense and even though they were not too happy with their revised dress code, they realised it was nowhere near as stringent as ours. "Good luck Vanessa," Steve Bouvier smiled over the top of his computer screen. I gave him the finger as I strove down the aisle to Mr Harris' office. Steve was nice enough guy but he well known as the office lecher. He took every opportunity he could to look down a blouse or up a skirt and was known to make the occasional inappropriate remark to the female staff. I knocked on the door to Mike Harris' office. "Come," he barked through the closed door. I entered the office and closed the door behind me. Mike Harris had his head buried in a large file and waved at the chair in front of his desk. I sat down and studied him while I waited for him to address me. We had met Mike briefly when he first joined the firm but this was the first time I had been alone with him. He was in his forties and quite handsome, he was of slim build and had dark hair with a few wisps of grey streaked through it. He was wearing an Armani suit, with a crisp white shirt, his jacket hung on a hanger on the wall. He finally looked up and addressed me. "Ms Tan, why do I have the pleasure of your company this afternoon?" he gave me a beaming smile. I smiled back and gave him a precis of our complaint; that we thought the dress code he had implemented was far too draconian. He just sat there and nodded and smiled patiently while I vented. "Finished?" he said when I finally stopped talking. "Yes," I stared at him somewhat defiantly. "You know why I've been given the Directorship of Sales and Marketing don't you?" he started. "Because I'm good at what I do; I increased sales by twenty-five percent at my last firm." "One of the reasons I'm so good at what I do is because I micro-manage every facet of my department," he went on. "Sales staff are the public face of this firm and I will decide how they present themselves to the public. If you and the rest of the female staff are not happy with the revised dress code there are plenty of women out there who will take your jobs. We are in a recession if you haven't noticed!" he finished. I was flabbergasted! I had never been spoken to so forcefully before. I was quite speechless and sat there dumbfounded. Mr Harris had returned to his report and was ignoring me. "Is that it? Is that what I'm to take back to the staff?" I said incredulously. "Oh sorry; are you still here?" he looked up again. "Erm, tell all the staff that the new dress code starts Monday. Everyone gets one warning; then if they break the dress code a second time I will consider dismissal!" he went back to perusing his report. I was shaking with anger but knew that to continue to argue would be pointless. I stood up to leave and was about to do so when he addressed me again. "Ms Tan?" I was halfway to the door and turned around. "I expect you to lead by example as my senior Department secretary," he said. "What on earth do you mean!" I crossed my arms and stared at him defiantly. "Well let's start from the top and work down," he began. This is probably as good a time as any to describe myself. I'm in my early thirties and of Asian descent, I'm about five-ten, medium-slim build, with long black hair which I usually wear up in a bun at work. I have small pert breasts but very long legs which are by far my best asset. I would describe myself as attractive and tend not to wear a lot of makeup as I have good skin and well defined facial features. I was wearing a navy-blue skirt, white cotton blouse and cheap generic-brand taupe pantyhose. I had worn black, flat-soled shoes to work for comfort that day. "Please; go on!" I said indignantly. "Well you have lovely hair but it should be combed out and worn on your shoulders; your bangs are fine but need to be trimmed so we can see your delightful eyes better." "You have a pretty face for a woman your age but you need to wear more makeup. Some eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow to accentuate your lovely almond eyes, some rouge on your well-defined cheeks, and some nice red lipstick will help your emphasise your sensuous lips." "Cotton blouses are for schoolgirls! A nice satin, silk, or rayon blouse will help enhance your small breasts but emphasise your narrow waist. Wear a tight fitting jacket over the blouse." "That skirt looks ok; it shows off your hips and buttocks to advantage but it is way too long and those horrible flats have to go," he finished and gave me a smug grin. I was fuming! "Too long! My skirt is too long!" I seethed. "Yes now lift the hem for me please," he said. "What???" I hissed. "For demonstration purposes; let me show you something," he smiled. I couldn't believe that I acquiesced to his request; it must have been the shock but I found myself slowly raising the hem of my skirt. I stopped at the knees. "A little higher please," Mike went on. I lifted my skirt about four inches above my knees and stopped. "Lovely well-defined legs. Slim ankles, nice calves and knees, and just a hint of what I expect are magnificent thighs. All ruined by your cheap hosiery by the way," he said. "That is the longest I expect your hem of your skirt to be worn and buy some decent hosiery; I recommend Hanes, L'eggs or Donna Karan sheer-to-the waist pantyhose in flesh tones; they will show off your legs splendidly!" he beamed. I dropped the hem of my skirt and looked at him defiantly. "I'm going down to the Personnel Department to lodge a complaint as soon as I leave this office!" I bellowed. "Feel free Ms Tan. You should be aware that the Personnel and Legal Departments have both reviewed my memo regarding the dress code and are in full agreement that it meets the firm's charter and rules and regulations for employees," he stated smugly. "Now you can either comply with my directions or you can proceed to Personnel to pick up your last pay check," he bent his head back to his report indicating that I was dismissed. I fumed my way back to the staff lounge and reported to my fellow female colleagues that I was sorry but they had no choice; they either capitulated and complied with new dress code or looked for employment elsewhere. I did not mention the dressing down that I had personally received at the hands of Mr Harris; I was too embarrassed! The women squawked and whined for a while but they knew that jobs were scarce and that we were all in well paid positions and that our wages were well above what every other firm was paying. Eventually we all settled down and were ready to proceed back to work. "At least we can take some comfort in knowing that the guys have a strict dress code too!" I tried to console them. Just then Mike Harris popped his head around the doorway. "Oh there you are Ms Tan," he smiled. "Please advise the female staff in your department that they will be receiving an increase of twenty-five dollars a week to offset any costs associated with purchases they may have to make to meet the requirements of the new dress code," he winked at me and pulled his head away. I was dumbfounded as I heard his footsteps disappearing down the hall. The rest of the women were beaming and cackling with the news of the new allowances but I was a little perturbed by these recent events. I recalled how vulnerable I felt in Mr Harris' office, standing there with my skirt hiked up while he criticised my dress and grooming. What was even more disturbing was that I could feel that I had become a little wet down there! Monday -- My New Life Begins I had been to Macy's over the weekend and spent a considerable amount of money in order to obtain a wardrobe, accessories and makeup that would meet the new dress code. It would take me quite a few weeks to recover the money that I had spent at the rate of $25 per week! I had to Google 'denier' to find out what Mr Harris meant by 'twenty-five denier pantyhose'. It turns out that the lower the denier, the sheerer the hose! So armed with my new found knowledge I made the appropriate purchases including several pairs of Donna Karan Nudes 20 denier pantyhose. It still puzzled me that a man like Mr Harris would dictate how sheer a woman's hosiery was to be! The man sure had weird interests! I carefully checked myself out in the full-length mirror before I left for work. My makeup was a lot heavier than usual; black eyeliner, mascara and pink and green eyeshadow highlighted my brown eyes. My cheeks were rouged, my lips painted with plum-red lipstick, silver drop earrings glistened though the nape of my jet-black hair which cascaded over my shoulders. A silver choker hung around my elegant neck; my pert breasts swelled the décolletage of my mauve satin blouse and pinstriped navy-blue jacket; the matching skirt clung to my thighs and buttocks. A shapely, nylon-clad thigh peeked through the kick-pleat tailored into the side of my skirt; my legs encased in Donna Karan sheer-to-the waist pantyhose. My delicate feet were shod in black four-inch high-heels and red nailpolished toenails peeked out of my peep-toe pumps, encased in gauzy reinforced nylon. I looked stunning if I do say so myself! I had debated whether to wear my panties over or under my hose; whenever I wore the cheap hose I normally bought I just pulled them up over my boring cotton panties but the elegant, sheer-to-the waist gusset of the expensive hosiery I had purchased felt so nice against my skin I decided to wear my pantyhose against my hairless quim and I pulled a pair of red satin panties over them for modesty. The panties and hose felt absolutely scrumptious on my recently shaven skin. When I had opened the packet of expensive pantyhose I was amazed at the exquisite sensuality of the diaphanous spandex-nylon blend and decided that I had to shave my legs to do them justice. When I got to the tops of my thighs with my lady-shaver I just kept going and gave myself a Brazilian. My quim looked so different, girl-like and smooth, I loved the look and feel of my shaven pussy. The new dress code was certainly making me change more than just my wardrobe! When I arrived at work I was acutely aware of the men staring at me and looking me up and down. The other office girls had dressed in accordance with the new dress code but non of them had taken it to the extent that I had, their jaws dropped when I strutted into the office. It took about ten minutes before the men started hanging around my desk; led of course by the head lecher, Steve Bouvier. "Oops! Dropped my pen!" he made a sham of dropping his pen and getting down on the floor to retrieve it. I decided to tease him and when his head was under my desk I deliberately opened my legs slightly so he could see up my skirt. When he got back to his feet his face was flushed and I could see a bulge in the front of his trousers. "Ok Steve; you've had your peek; now fuck off while I do some work," I chided him whilst dangling a high-heel seductively from my foot. Along with my new wardrobe and newfound sensuality it seemed I'd also developed a bit of an attitude. Mr Harris poked his head out of his office door and looked my way. "Bouvier; take your band of cronies way from Ms Tan's desk and get to work or you will all be finding new employment!" he declared. "Ms Tan; my office now please!" he summoned. I walked over to Mr Harris' office, my high-heels and tight skirt causing my buttocks to roll sensuously. I knew that every man in the office had his eyes glued to my ass and I found it quite empowering. Additionally I could feel my quim beginning to moisten. "You seem to have taken to the new dress code quite suitably Ms Tan, considering all the pushback you gave me last week," he said sternly. I simply smiled back at him. "I must say you look quite elegant and you are a perfect example of how I want the personnel employed by this company to project themselves," he went on. "Thank you," I smiled back. I was standing in front of his desk with my hands on my hips and one foot placed before the other. The hem of my skirt was tight against my thighs; my sheer hose glistened under the harsh fluorescent light. "I'm not so sure about the kick-pleat in that skirt though? It's one thing to show a nice bit of leg but another to approach the bounds of impropriety," he huffed but his eyes never left my legs. My nylon-encased leg was framed by the kick-pleat of my navy-blue skirt; my leg was visible right up to the top of my thigh. "Perhaps you are right Mr Harris; but don't you think the dark material of my skirt contrasts magnificently with my nearly-nude hosiery. I must say that these Donna Karan sheer-to-the waist pantyhose are very expensive and it would be shame not to show them off," I continued to smile at him. "Erm, well yes , I suppose so.............Donna Karan eh? I'm impressed Ms Tan," he began to blush. I decided to see how far I could push him; it was quite amusing having a tyrant like Mr Harris embarrassed. I slid the hem of my skirt up my thighs until my red satin panties just came into view. "As you can see; they are sheer-to-the waist; the very best," I beamed at him and ran my tongue along my red-lipsticked lips. "Yes........er........very nice indeed," he stammered. There was a huge bulge tenting the front of his trousers and he tried to cover it with his jacket but it was too short. "That will be all Ms Tan," he said; the sweat was visible on his brow. I deliberately rolled my hips and swayed my ass from side to side as I walked out of Mr Harris' office; I had a brilliant smile on my face. "What are you so happy about?" Steve Bouvier was lurking near my desk. "Never mind! You heard Mr Harris get back to work!" I chided him, but the smile on my face never wavered. I spent the rest of the day fighting off the men in the office who continued to pester me in order to look at my legs, up my skirt or to ogle my breasts. I have to say I found it quite arousing having all the men in the office attracted to me and when I got home I found the gusset of my hose and panties were soaked with vaginal juices. For the first time in a long while I rubbed out a quick orgasm, and later that night I fingered myself to another as I imagined the men in the office wanking their hard cocks while they looked at my legs. Tuesday -- Things Heat Up I wore the same suit to work today but this time with a white nylon blouse. I was getting more and more daring and today I decided to forgo wearing panties; just the sheer nylon gusset of my pantyhose covered my bare sex Steve Bouvier hung around my desk most of the morning and I tormented him by allowing the split in my skirt to open right up or deliberately opening my legs so he could see up my skirt. I'm not sure if he could detect that I was not wearing panties but he certainly went around the office all day with a huge boner. By lunchtime there was wet patch on the front of his trousers. I went off to lunch with the girls and we all had a laugh about how pathetic Steve was. The other girls were now imitating my dress style, they all wore short tight skirts, sheer hose and high-heels. Their makeup was much more elaborate and they too were having to fight off the pesky men in the office who constantly hovered around their desks. "I love the fact that those guys just can't seem to take their eyes off my legs, ass and tits!" one of the more junior girls giggled. "And just about every guy in the firm is walking around with an erection!" Mrs Munner, the eldest of the secretaries proclaimed. "Here's to the new dress code!" one of the girls raised her glass of Coke and we all clinked our glasses. Later that afternoon the office had quietened down; the men couldn't spend all day ogling the secretaries and secretaries couldn't spend all day fighting off the men. There was still work to be done! I was called into a project conference with a group of engineers and some guys from the sales department and I was busy taking notes when suddenly Steve Bouvier, who was dictating, dropped the plastic folder that held his project material into my lap. I wasn't sure if it was accidental or not but when he retrieved it, the edge of the folder hooked onto the nylon material of my pantyhose I was wearing and caused a run. "Damn!" I hissed. "Sorry Vanessa," he apologised. "That completes the brief anyway; let's get those minutes typed up and distributed ASAP please," he said. I was sitting with my legs crossed and I unfolded my legs and traced the runner with a red nailpolished finger. Every eye in the room was glued to my legs. "Shit! I'll have to change my pantyhose!" I whined and left the room with all eyes on my ass. I knew that my new pantyhose were so very sheer that it was quite possible that I would get a runner in them at some stage. Taking this eventuality into account I had bought a spare pair of pantyhose to work and put them in the bottom drawer of my desk. Secretary Vanessa Gets Disciplined I left my notepad on my desk and grabbed the fresh pair of pantyhose from the bottom drawer of my desk and went to the ladies to change. I slid out of my laddered hose and slipped my feet into the new pantyhose. When I pulled the pantyhose tight around my crotch I felt a slippery and slimy secretion smear my pussy lips and I shuddered. I was sure my desk drawers were always locked and secured before I left my work station and I couldn't understand what might have spilled on my pantyhose. I couldn't put the runner pantyhose back on so I had to endure the ooze against my tender quim. I lifted my skirt and examined the wet patch in the crotch of my hose. It was a silvery stain and I rubbed a finger in it and bought to my nose. The unmistakeable musky smell of semen assaulted my senses! "Fuck! Fucking pigs!" I was acutely aware that one of the men in the office had masturbated into my pantyhose. "Fuck it!" I smoothed out the hem of my skirt and left the cubicle and washed my hands. I would have to endure spending the afternoon wearing come-stained nylons; an anonymous donor's sperm smeared on my cunt. But I was wrong! It turned out not to be an ordeal. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got. I had aroused a man to the point where he couldn't help himself but to break into my drawers and wank off into my nylons! Such power! Such sensuality! My cunt began to moisten and my juices flowed and commingled with the cooling semen in my crotch. I started to blush as my body began to tingle with lust. I couldn't help myself! I rushed back to the ladies, locked myself into a cubicle and hiked up my skirt. My fingers found my clitoris through the semen-soaked pantyhose and I barely touched it when an enormous orgasm wracked my body. "OOOOOhhhhhhh!" I groaned and I pushed the knuckles of my free hand into my mouth to stifle my lust-filled cries. I heard the door to the ladies open but my orgasm was still raging. "OOOOhhhhh Shiiiit!," I moaned and drummed my heels on the floor. After a minute or two I regained my composure smoothed out my nylons and straightened my skirt and left the cubicle. Mrs Munner was fixing her makeup in the mirror over the sink. I sidled up next to her and began to wash my hands. She gave me wry grin. "I'd recognise those sounds anywhere dear and you're still a little flushed. A little dab of perfume under your skirt will cover the scent of your sex too," she said matter-of-factly looking at me in the mirror. "I don't know what you had for lunch but I'm having the same tomorrow!" she grinned. I smiled back at her and dried my hands and left the ladies room and returned to my workstation. Needless to say Steve Bouvier was hanging around but I was in no mood to play games now that my lust was sated. "Got those minutes ready yet?" he beamed, but his eyes were locked on my crotch. "No! I'll call you when they're ready!" I snapped back at him. "Ok, ok," he apologised. "Just thought I'd check. By the way; you should lock your desk drawers when you go out to lunch. You never know who might go it there and what they might do," he grinned evilly. My face burned a deep scarlet as he walked away. "Cheeky bastard!" I said under my breath. I seethed for most of the afternoon but after a while my temper abated and I was once again acutely aware that my pussy was soaked in a strange man's semen now mingled with my own cunt juices. My quim was soaked by the time I got home and once again I couldn't wait to stroke myself to another climax. This time I put the pantyhose to my nose and inhaled the musky semen smell; when I came I sucked the man-juice from the crotch of my hose. Wednesday -- The Plot Thickens I was wearing a bone-white business suit; the skirt riding high on my thighs and the jacket tight around my waist and decolletage. Underneath the jacket I wore a blue silk blouse. My legs were clad in smoky-grey gossamer-thin pantyhose and I was wearing four-inch high-heeled white pumps. My makeup was heavy and my gold jewellery rattled when I walked. I was surrounded by a miasma of perfume. I wore no panties! I had been thinking about what to do about Steve Bouvier. The guy was a lecher, that's for sure but I had to admit that I had rubbed my pussy sore last night sniffing and licking my come-soaked nylons and I was ninety-nine percent sure Steve was the culprit. As I strutted down the office I saw him sitting at his workstation and I detoured from my path to execute my plan. I strutted past his desk and he greeted me with a huge grin. "Morning Vanessa," he beamed. "Morning Steve," I smiled back and without breaking stride I dropped a little gift-wrapped package in his lap. I sat down at my desk and watched him with some amusement. He ripped open the package and I saw the puzzled look on his face as he looked inside the little box. He lifted the item out and held it up and then I saw his face immediately become filled with lust. He was holding up the laddered pantyhose I had worn yesterday. A little note was pinned to the waistband. 'These are no longer any use to me; maybe you can use them.' 'PS they haven't been washed!' It read. Steve looked shocked. Then he suddenly realised that he was holding up a pair of pantyhose in the middle of the office and quickly snatched them away. Too late! "My office please Mr Bouvier," Mike Harris called from his office door. I don't know what went on in that office but when Mr Bouvier came out of that office he was cowered and flushed. "Thanks for the present," he whispered as he strode past my desk on the way to his own. "Vanessa; come here please," Mr Harris called. Vanessa now? Not Ms Tan? I ruminated as I made my way to his office. I closed the door behind me and sat down in front of his desk without invitation. "By all means sit," he said sarcastically. "Look here Vanessa; I know the new dress code has got some of the chaps heated up a little bit but as the senior secretary I expect you to lead by example; not throw fuel on the fire. Understood?" he said severely. "Understood," I replied, my mouth slightly open as I ran my tongue over my teeth. "Carry on," he said dismissively. "Love the suit by the way; those grey nylons look great with it," he said just as I got to the door. I kept my back to him and reached around and pulled up my skirt exposing my silken-clad buttocks. "Sheer-to-the-waist; glad you like them," I said matter-of-factly and pulled down my skirt and left his office. Later that afternoon I received two emails. The one from Mr Harris read: 'I'm the one who pays your clothing allowance; in future all discarded underwear is to be provided to me!' The one from Steve Bouvier read: 'Thanks for the present. I'm sure it will be very useful.' I had a huge grin on my face all the way home. Thursday -- My Gift Is Returned Once again I doubled up on my bone-white business suit but this time I wore a red satin blouse underneath and white pantyhose; no panties of course. I left very early for work as I had some catching up to do. I was hoping to have the office to myself. I was wolf-whistled by construction workers at least three times on the way to work and I was feeling good when I got there. Sitting on my desk was the same little gift box I had given to Steve yesterday. I opened it up and there were my Nude pantyhose neatly folded inside the box. The legs of the nylons were stained with silver trails and a puddle of warm white semen was pooled in the crotch. Steve had obviously wanked away all night with my laddered hose judging by the silvery stains on the legs of the pantyhose and he must have masturbated into the hose very recently judging by the warm gobbet of semen slowly soaking into the crotch. I looked around expecting to see Steve watching me; he must have been here recently as the semen was still warm, but there was no sign of him. My pussy began to become very moist. I looked around, but the office was nearly deserted; there was no one else at work in my section. Then I noticed a small flash drive tucked under one of the toes of the pantyhose. A little note attached said: 'play me'. I put the flash drive in my computer and opened the file that said: 'for the love of Vanessa's sexy legs.wmv'. My computer screen filled with the image of Steve Bouvier. He was lying on his bed, at home I guess, and was naked except for my Nude pantyhose. A huge boner tented the crotch of the pantyhose and he was stroking his nylon-encased member frantically. Suddenly the nylon that was stretched taut over Steve's throbbing erection disgorged a puddle of hot white semen. My cunt began instantly dripping! The scene changed and this time Steve had one of the legs of the pantyhose wrapped around his cock as he stroked it whilst looking down at a photograph. Steve smiled into the camera and waved then he lifted the eight-by-ten glossy and I could see it was a picture of me. It must have been taken yesterday because I was dressed in my white suit. I was sitting at my workstation with my feet up on the desk; my long legs, clad in sheer hose were on display as my skirt had ridden up to my waist. My white high-heels dangled from my feet. I remembered being lost in thought yesterday and one of the few bad habits I have is to place my feet on my desk when I'm pondering something. Not really an issue when I'm wearing pantsuits, but now that the new dress code is in force, it is quite an immodest pose. Steve must have taken the picture with the camera in his mobile phone. On the screen his face screwed up in ecstasy and he sprayed gobbets of semen all over my picture. He rubbed his issue all over my picture with his hose-clad cock as he continued to ejaculate. I snatched the flash drive out of the port on my PC and fumbled my laptop out of the middle drawer of my desk. I snatched up the little box off my desk and ran to the ladies. I locked the entry door and then set up the laptop on the bench under the vanity mirror. I was crossing and uncrossing my legs in anticipation while the little laptop computer booted up. I shucked out of my skirt and hung it up behind a cubicle door and hurriedly kicked off my heels and pulled down my pantyhose and kicked them away. I slammed the flash drive into the port on the laptop and played the wmv file. I stared at the screen in rapture as I rubbed the come-stained hose on my shaven cunt and came immediately the warm semen touched my sensitive slit. I didn't stop. I kept stroking with the come-stained hose; pushing the silky nylon onto my sensitive clitoris until I invoked a second orgasm. I still didn't stop. I stepped into the semen-soaked pantyhose; the slinky feel of Steve's warm semen on my shaved pussy clad in the diaphanous garment was enough to bring me to the brink again. "OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!" I screamed as I rubbed out my third orgasm. I came at exactly the same time as Steve filled my pantyhose with his come on the laptop screen. I gasped and shuddered and fell to my knees. My whole body was shaking. Then I heard a frantic knocking on the ladies room door. "Vanessa! Vanessa! Vanessa! I know you're in there let me in or someone will come to investigate the fracas," Steve shouted through the door. I staggered to my feet and pulled on my skirt, stepped into my heels, and let him in, locking the door behind him. "What the fuck do you want?" I gasped, still recovering from my orgasms. "I want what you just had," he grinned. Suddenly it dawned on me what he wanted. I grimaced and hiked up my skirt and shucked off my nylons and threw the semen-stained pantyhose at him. "Here! Help yourself; I think some of my juices are still fresh. You can sniff them, suck them, or do whatever you want with them. I'm leaving!" I said as I began to pull on my clean white pantyhose. "No you're not! You're giving me a quick handjob! What the fuck do you think this has all been about?" he snarled. "I'm leaving!" I snapped back, straightening my hose and stepping into my pumps. "Like fuck Vanessa! Look up there!" he pointed to a small object sitting on the edge of the toilet cubicle stall. I nearly fainted when I saw what it was. A miniature camera! I tried to make a dash for it but I had no chance in my high-heels and tight skirt. Steve snatched the small camera down from its perch and grinned as he showed me the tiny screen. The picture was small but it was unmistakably a well-built oriental lady masturbating with a pair of semen-sodden pantyhose. "Fuck!" I bellowed. "No time for that; just give me the handjob!" Steve sniggered. He'd already dropped his pants and underwear and his hard cock was standing to attention. He draped the come and pussy-juice soaked pantyhose over his cock and took my hand in his. "This won't take long," he smiled. I was disgusted by what he was forcing me to do but there was nothing I could do about it right now. He had video of me frigging in the office bathroom and pretty soon the rest of the staff would be arriving. I didn't resist as he led my hand down to his crotch. My fingers found his hard flesh encased in the gossamer hosiery. I wrapped them loosely around his shaft and began to stroke it. "OOOhhh yeah Vanessa; nice and slow," he groaned. I had no intention of taking it slow! I gripped his hard cock and slid my fingers over his purple glans and squeezed. Steve gasped as I rubbed the silky soft nylon on his cock. I gathered the other leg of the pantyhose and slipped my other hand inside them and raked his scrotum with my fingernails. I thought he was going to faint. "OOOHHHhhhhh!!! Jesus god I'm so fucking close Vanessa!" he hissed, his whole body gyrating with pleasure. I gripped his cock tightly and began to vigorously stroke his nylon-clad appendage whilst gently squeezing his scrotum with my pantyhose-gloved hand. I think I might have got to six strokes before my fingers filled with hot sticky seed. "OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! I'm coooooommmmmmiiiinnnggg!" he screeched as his cock pulsed and quivered in my fingers, unloading his spend into the silky hose and onto my hand. I continued to milk him of his seed until his penis began to become flaccid, then I cleaned him up with the come-soaked pantyhose. I stuffed the semen-sodden garment into his suit pocket. "Here! A present from me. Enjoy it because we are never doing this again!" I turned my back to him and washed my hands. I dried them with paper towels while Steve put himself away and pulled up his pants. I strutted to the door, unlocked it and stepped outside and walked straight into Mr Harris who was carrying his briefcase and had obviously just arrived at the office. "Vanessa wait!" Steve Bouvier shot out of the ladies bathroom; only to realise, too late, that the boss was right there. "My office Mr Bouvier!" Mike Harris said defiantly. "There better be a damn good reason for this indiscretion!" he snarled. Steve blushed and looked at the floor. Mr Harris looked at me and surprisingly he beamed a smile at me. "Still love that suit Vanessa; and the red satin blouse and white nylons set it off a treat!" he smiled at me and walked off to his office. Steve Bouvier was in Mike Harris' office for nearly an hour and when he came out he went straight to his workstation and didn't bother me for the rest of the day. I felt a little sorry for him; but only a little. The creep had made me masturbate him and he still had the incriminating video of me. By the end of the day I was glad to be going home. "Plan to work late tomorrow Vanessa," Mike Harris called from his office door. "Sales strategy conference starting at five. Order in some food and drink. It's going to be long one," he said wearily. No one liked working back on Fridays but I knew better than to complain. I phoned the catering company we used and organised horsderves, coffee, and sodas for five o'clock on Friday. "And throw in a case of beer on ice and two bottles of white wine. What the hell it's Friday!" I chuckled into the phone. Friday -- Panty Pops Today I wore the last of the three outfits I had bought the previous weekend. It was a navy-blue business suit; very tight fitting so I had to wear a black nylon half-slip under it to stop it chafing my nylons. The skirt was the shortest of all of them and the hem rested a good six inches above my knees when standing and rode up higher when I sat. There was a kick-pleat in the back of the skirt and initially I thought it might be too much and the opening might actually expose my ass. It turned out that the half-slip hid the tops of my thighs but you could still make out the start of the curve of my buttocks if the pleat opened wide. The slip felt so sexy against my sheer hose. "The boys will love this!" I chuckled to myself as I checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing a cerise satin blouse that conveniently matched my lipstick and nailpolish. I even managed to buy a pair of burgundy high-heel pumps to complete the outfit. The heels were four-inches and they took a bit of getting used to. My makeup was very heavy; lots of black mascara and eyeliner, rouged cheeks and smoky eyeshadow. I was wearing two-coat lipstick that left a high sheen on my lips. I accessorised myself with lots of silver jewellery, necklace, bracelets, rings and drop earings that contrasted magnificently with my glossy jet-black, hair which was combed out straight. My bangs rested on my well-defined eyebrows and the nape rested on shoulders. I debated which pantyhose would look the best with my outfit and decided in the end to go with the Donna Karan Nudes 20 denier pantyhose which looked so magnificent on my long legs. Once again, panties were not part of my wardrobe. "You look fucking hot Vanessa Tan!" I said to myself as I made some final adjustments to my attire, sprayed myself liberally with perfume, and headed out the door to work. Everybody was too busy in the office that day to get up to any shenanigans; preparing for the afternoon sales strategy conference took up everyone's time. I have to admit I was a little disappointed that I didn't attract the usual ensemble of males who had been loitering around my workstation and pestering me all week; although I did receive many favourable glances. We even worked through lunch and by the time five o'clock finally arrived everyone was relieved. We could get the conference over with and enjoy the weekend. The conference was gruelling but we were done by seven pm. Most of the staff left as soon as possible to get started on their weekend but a few of us stayed to enjoy the chilled beer and wine and finish off the last of the horsderves. Most of the men had discarded their jackets and ties and I hung my jacket over the back of my chair. My satin blouse was tight and did a really good job accentuating my small pert breasts. I noticed that Steve Bouvier kept look at them but that didn't surprise me at all. Even Janine Munner stayed behind and was helping me drink the white wine. As the only two women remaining, we were the only ones drinking it and Janine was quite tipsy. She was wearing a charcoal business suit with a pencil skirt that clung nicely to her ass. Her ample bosom was enclosed in a white satin blouse and the top buttons had come undone exposing her abundant decolletage. She had started wearing a lot more makeup since the new dress code came into effect and she looked very comely for a woman of her age. She was involved in a deep conversation with one of the young engineers who seemed quite taken the attractive matronly woman. Janine was quite relaxed, dare I say a little drunk, and she had put her feet up on the conference table as she leaned back in her chair. Her skirt had ridden up her legs exposing her thighs. She was wearing sheer tan sandalfoot pantyhose and black high-heeled sandals. The young engineer seemed perplexed as to whether to stare at her tits or her legs and I smiled at his dilemma. Secretary Vanessa Gets Disciplined The small group of men who had surrounded me after the conference trying anything they could think of to look down my blouse or up my skirt had dissipated. I rewarded a few of the lucky ones with a glimpse of my thighs or peek of my tits; I was wearing a black lace demi-cup bra and had also unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse. Quite a few of my entourage left with boners. I had to admit that I too was getting quite tipsy and I extracted myself from the stragglers to secure my workspace. When I returned the only people left in the conference room were Mike Harris and Steve Bouvier who seemed to be getting along quite well considering their little conflagration yesterday. I beamed a smile at them. "I need to visit the ladies facilities and then I'll join you gentlemen for a last drink if I may?" I grinned. My speech was a little slurred and I was having difficulty walking in my high-heels. I managed to navigate myself to the ladies restroom without stumbling and was chuckling quietly to myself when I opened the door to the restroom. "Oh yeah, deeper, deeper you young scoundrel!" I heard the unmistakeable voice of Mrs Munner. "Oh this is so good! Fuck! I'm so close to coming!" I heard what could only be the voice of the young engineer she had been talking to in the conference room. I covered my mouth to stifle a giggle and slipped off my heels. I snuck into the cubicle next to the locked toilet where the noise was coming from and carefully climbed onto the toilet seat and peeked over the partition. Mrs Munner was standing with her legs spread leaning against the opposite partition for support. Her skirt was hiked up and her pantyhose and panties were bunched around her knees. The young engineer was behind her with his trousers around his ankles as slammed himself in and out of her. They were fucking like rabbits! Janine Munner was moaning and groaning and huffed and puffed every time the young man slammed his penis inside her and ground his pubis against her ample white buttocks. She was having trouble maintaining her balance on the tiled floor in her high-heels and the man had his arms around her and was exploring her ample tits with hands. Janine's knees began to tremble and she let loose a long wail. "Oh fuck me you young stud! Do me like whore! Jesus I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed. She pushed her ass back to meet the enthusiastic thrusts of the young engineer who appeared to be close to climax himself. He too began to shake and he jackhammered his long penis in and out of Mrs Munner's sopping cunt as his orgasm arrived. "Fuck! Take that! And that! OOOOOhhhhh here it comes!" he moaned. He grabbed her hips and ground himself against her ample ass as he unloaded deep inside her. Janine ground her ass against his groin and reached down to thrum her clitty as she too climaxed. They both gyrated against each other until their orgasms subsided. The young man pulled his deflating cock out of Mrs Munner's soaking pussy and a flood of semen and pussy juice ran down her legs. He spun her around and kissed her passionately. When he came up for air Mrs Munner smiled wryly at him. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair was a little disarrayed. "I suppose you can't wait to leave now that you've nailed the old broad," she said, the disappointment in her voice was palpable. "On the contrary Mrs Munner; I'm hoping I could spend the weekend exploring you underwear drawers and dressing you up in sexy lingerie and banging your brains out!" he smiled and kissed her again. She smiled back at him. "You naughty boy!" she giggled and reached down and squeezed his cock. "I'll get my jacket and bag and meet you in the carpark," she grinned. "One last kiss until then," the young engineer said and closed his mouth on hers. This was the ideal time for me to skedaddle and I quietly stepped down off the toilet bowl with a wry smile on my face. I exited the cubicle and snuck out of the restroom on stockinged feet. "Good on you Janine; got yourself a toy boy!" I smiled to myself. I went back to the conference room still carrying my heels and saw that Mike and Steve were deep in conversation. They both looked at me peculiarly as I entered the conference room. I picked up my glass of wine and sauntered over to them still in my stockinged feet, dangling my heels from my free hand. "What is the meaning of this Ms Tan?" Mr Harris said sternly. I gave him a quizzical look. "What do you mean?" I smiled back at him. "Why are you not wearing your footwear; not only is that a breach of the dress code, it is a breach or workplace health and safety," he said quite seriously. "Fuck off Mike; it's the weekend!" I giggled, "Stop ribbing me." "I'm quite serious about this! Mr Bouvier, assist Ms Tan to get properly attired and bring her to my office," he ordered. I was very confused; why had Mr Harris gone all serious all of a sudden, especially now that everyone had left! The large amount of wine I had imbibed did not help my faculties either. Of course, Steve took every opportunity he could to look up my skirt when I sat down to put on my pumps but I had no time for his games. "What the fuck is going on Steve? Why is Mr Harris behaving like such as asshole?" I asked. "I don't know Vanessa; we better get down to his office and see what's going on. I wouldn't be surprised if it's just a joke and he has a bottle of champagne or something in there to celebrate the end of the week and a successful conference," Steve made light of the situation. "I'll bet that's it!" I exclaimed. Steve's hypothesis made perfect sense to me. Mr Harris was pulling my leg! I sauntered into Mike's office the alcohol and Steve's advice had made me feel very confident and cocky. "Now what's this about me not abiding by the dress code at; what time is it? Eight o'clock on a Friday evening," I said defiantly, the alcohol thick on my breath. Then I heard the door slam behind me and turned around just in time to see Steve lock it. "Looks like were all alone now Ms Tan," Mr Harris said ominously. I spun on my heels at his remark. "And you need to be punished; or shall we say corrected," Steve said from behind me. "You've been a little bit haughty and over-confident since you adopted the new dress code. You think that your good look, great legs and tight ass give you the right to tease the male employees," Mike said. "You've become a bit of an oriental princess," Steve went on. I was getting dizzy from turning my head forward and back looking alternately at the two men as they spoke. "And now its time for your lesson!" Mike hissed. He stepped forward and embraced me, locking his strong arms around me. His face closed on mine and I sensed he was about to kiss me. My involuntary action was to move back and as I did I collided with Steve Bouvier who had crept up behind me. He gripped my hips and pushed his groin into my buttocks and I felt his erection against me. Mike's lips crushed mine and I could feel the slight rasp of afternoon shadow on his face and smell the faint scent of his aftershave and deodorant. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I could taste my lipstick mingled with the wine and beer we had both consumed that evening. His tongue started to explore my mouth and he pulled me even closer. Steve began to gyrate his hips and rub his hardness on my soft buttocks. I came to my senses and began to struggle, trying to move my face away from Mike's and twisting my body to extricate myself from their grasp but the men were too strong. I lifted a foot and was about to stamp on Steve's toes with my high-heel when I felt him step back. Slap! "Ow!" I cried. Slap, slap, slap! "Jeez stop that! It fucking hurts!" I cried. Steve was wailing on my ass with his belt! "If you don't keep still we will punish you further," Mike hissed then lowered his mouth to mine again. His tongue invaded my hot wet mouth and I knew I was defeated. I had to capitulate; the two men were too strong for me. They both sensed I was broken and Steve moved back in behind me; grabbed my hips and resumed dry humping my ass. I forced myself not to back away, I knew there was no way out of my current predicament without further punishment. Mike was kissing me passionately, his lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue exploring under mine then slowly working its way around my mouth, flicking and probing. Steve's body was hard against me and I felt his hands slide down my back and come to rest on my buttocks. He rubbed the material of my skirt and my half-slip whispered against the gossamer sheer pantyhose. "Mmmm," Mike whimpered, his lips still against mine. "Are you going to behave my lovely little secretary?" he smiled at me. I had to admit he was very handsome and he knew how to kiss. I was getting a little wet down there. Also the feel of Steve's gyrating penis pushing my nylon slip against my pantyhose-clad buttocks was very stimulating. I was becoming aroused despite the fact I was being forced to pleasure these two men. Mike started kissing me again and then I felt Steve's hand slide down so that he had both of my buttocks in his grip. I felt him lift up the hem of my suit skirt and caress the material of my half-slip. His hands worked in a circular motion, rubbing the silky slip against my tight hosed buttocks. Then Mike also began gyrating his hips against mine; pulling my lower half against his as his passion intensified. I forced myself not to move, to just take what was coming; it couldn't be worse than having to masturbate Steve with my dirty pantyhose or taking another spanking with his belt. I could feel what felt like an iron bar, that could only be Mike's erection, pushing against my stomach. I could feel it though the material of his trousers and my skirt. Both men were gyrating against me now, Mike's tongue working feverishly in my mouth, his lips crushing mine. His hands slid to my hips and he pulled my lower body harder against him while Steve ground against my ass as his fingers explored my thighs through the slinky slip. They were dry humping me; pushing their erect members against me through our clothes. We were all breathing heavily and it echoed in the silence of the deserted office. Mike continued to kiss me deeply. I guess being the boss he got to take the front. Maybe they were going to spin me around and take turns? I didn't know where this was going and despite my arousal I was still filled with trepidation. Mike was still kissing me; grinding his cock against belly while Steve ground his against my ass. I was sandwiched between them. I felt Steve's hot breath on my ear. "You thought I was being disciplined yesterday didn't you, when Mike called me into this office," he whispered. "But actually we were both enjoying the video I had taken of you frigging yourself in the ladies." "I told him how I made you wank me off and then we hatched this plan," he continued. "And now we're going to panty-pop you, you bitch!" he hissed. He nipped my ear and then tongued it. I'm ashamed to say that it made me hotter and my cunt began to moisten; my sensitive lips were very aware of the sheer hose rubbing against them as Steve and Mike continued to dry hump me. Mike suddenly stopped pushing his cock into my belly and I felt his hand leave my ass, glide across my hip then move between us. He fumbled there, his hand between my skirt and his suit pants. Steve too had stopped humping my ass and I also felt him fumbling down there. The ominous sound of two zips opening filled the office. I gasped. Mike freed his erect penis from the confines of his pants and it was like a hard iron bar between us. His hand flew back to my ass and he rucked up my skirt and used both of his hands to caress my buttocks through the slip as he pulled me back against him. Steve pushed into me and Mike moved his hands to my hips so that Steve could rub his erect penis on my buttocks; only my slip and pantyhose between his flesh and mine. Mike ground himself against me, his cock hard against my lower abdomen. I could feel the girth of it though the layers of my skirt, slip, panties and pantyhose. I concentrated harder on not panicking and just allowing the men to do as they wanted; surely this would be over soon. Mike's kisses had now become an insistent invasion of my mouth; every few seconds he had to break to take a breath; I could feel my lipstick smeared over my lips and over my teeth. Then he raised the front of my skirt too, so that only my slip prevented the two men from poking me with their hard cocks. They were both panting and I was also breathing heavy between Mike's long kisses. "The oriental princess is about to get panty-popped!" Steve gloated and pushed himself harder against me. Mike again removed a hand and fumbled around down there between us. This time I felt him lift my skirt up so it was rucked up around my waist completely out of the way. He lifted me up and forced me to my toes, my heels left the ground and I fell against him, my face now level with his as I balanced on my high heels. Mike struggled with his erection and I felt him push it down then release it so it sprag forward whilst at the same time he pushed our lower extremities together. Mike's cock was now wedged between my legs, hard against my crotch and encased in the silky sheer material of my half-slip. Steve was slowly thrusting his penis in the crease of my buttocks; the slinky nylon of my slip sliding over my sheer pantyhose gusset. God dammit my pussy was steaming! I couldn't help but become aroused. "Oh my god!" Mike groaned and began his hard circular humping against me yet again. He got into rhythm, dry fucking me in time with his feverish kisses; slowly circling his manhood he had trapped between us. Steve pressed himself harder against me and found the rhythm. Both men were dry humping with their turgid erections pressed against me. Then, as if some signal had passed between them, they both tugged on my slip and I felt it being dragged down my thighs until it was around the tops of my knees. Now I could feel Mike's erect penis trapped between my crotch and gossamer-hosed thighs. Steve's cock was nestled in the crevice of my buttocks and I could feel the dribbles of his pre-seminal fluid dampening my hose. Mike was pushing up now as he thrusted, fucking the silken trap made by my pantyhosed thighs and nylon-veiled cunt. I could feel the head of his penis rubbing itself along my labia through my pantyhose. My cunt was throbbing and my pantyhose were soaked with vaginal secretions. I could feel a climax germinating deep inside me. I kissed Mike back and wrapped my arms around him whilst pushing my ass back against Steve's throbbing cock. The feel of two penises, one thrusting on my silken-clad labia and the other against my silken-clad ass was outrageously exciting. I drove my tongue into Mike's mouth and explored him. The two men had just what they had wished for I guess. The attractive oriental secretary forced to stand tiptoe on her high-heels, her silken pantyhosed legs circled by her black nylon half-slip just above her knees. Her skirt rucked around her waist, her raven hair framing her heavily made-up face; her lips locked to Mike's in a long passionate kiss. I felt Mike quicken his pace and his cock begin to throb. He pushed against me harder and he held me so tight I though he would squeeze the breath out of me. His tongue was now a wild wet animal, thrashing in my mouth, fluttering and exploring every crevice. Steve's cock forced itself into my ass crack; my soft buttocks created a silken tunnel of pleasure for him as he ground and rubbed against me. His hands gripped my hips pushing and pulling me forward and back to the rhythm of their thrusts. "Now you're being panty-popped Vanessa," he moaned in my ear. Then he groaned and gripped me tight and I felt my pantyhose suddenly flood with his hot seed. It spurted between my buttocks and ran down my ass-crack, scalding my puckered sphincter. "Jesus I'm coming!" he cried. "Me too!" Mike screeched; and thrust his penis between my pussy lips. Searing hot semen flooded my silken-clad pussy; Mike's glans slid over my saturated pantyhose gusset and rubbed on my clitty as he continued to discharge his issue onto me. My own orgasm wracked me and I shuddered with lust. Hot spunk soaked the tops of my thighs and the crotch of my pantyhose as both men shot their loads onto my ass and pussy. I felt stream after stream of creamy seed shoot against my silken hosed cunt and ass and begin to slowly run down my legs. My crotch was soaked with hot sticky liquid and as I struggled to breathe I could smell the salty, musty aroma of fresh semen. The men slowly decreased the intensity of their thrusting and eased their vice-like grip on my hips. I was still kissing Mike but now the kisses were soft and sensual rather than hot and passionate. My arms were still around his neck and I was still on tippy-toe leaning against him. I felt Mike release his grip on my hips and he disengaged himself from me. My come-soaked ass began to cool in the air conditioning. Mike stopped kissing me and slid his hands up my body to my shoulders and he gently eased me back and lowered me to my feet. He reached down and pulled up my half-slip the hem coming to rest against my sticky thighs. He took a handful of my slip and wiped his slowly deflating penis on it; the globs of semen and silvery seminal fluid staining the dark material as he cleaned himself on me. Behind me Steve was doing the same. "Not bad at all Vanessa," Mike chuckled. "Now clean yourself up sweetheart, you're a complete fucking mess. Take this as your first warning for breaking the dress code. Next time we get to fuck you!" The End Author's Note: This story is inspired by Vanessa Tan, a real lady who wrote to me describing her workplace situation and her pantyhose fetish. Pretty much the whole of the story is based on the facts provided to me by Vanessa up to and including Steve masturbating in her pantyhose. The rest of the story is based on her fantasies as she described them to me. This is really her story.