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The Boss

By: MydnytRayn



Fariuza sat at her desk, lightly drumming her manicured nails against her mahogany desk. Her coal black eyes looked disinterested as she openly yawned. She hated these monthly board meetings. But being as though she was the owner, she needed to be kept abreast of everything. She scanned the room, taking stock of her board members. All males, save for her faithful personal assistant, Davia. Davia was an essential part of Fariuza's life. She was her best friend, her personal assistant, not to mention her body guard. To look at Davia, she wasn't much, but one word from Fariuza and you could find your neck broken in less than thirty seconds. But Fariuza never feared her, simply because Davia was utterly devoted to her.

"Enough. I think my ass has gone numb from listening to your mindless babble. Do you have anything worth more than a millisecond of interest?" Fariuza brusquely asked. She was a cold, calculating ball breaking bitch and everyone knew it. The sounds of throats nervously clearing filled the room, annoying Fariuza to no ends.

"Davia." she said, pointing to the heavy marble centerpiece. Davia nodded her head, picking up the heavy marble ball.

"Gentlemen. A little demonstration of what boredom does to me. Davia."

"Hy-yah!" Davia shouted, crushing the marble effortlessly with a powerful strike of her fist. Davia brushed her slightly rosy knuckles, letting the shatter marble fall to the table. The room was silent, the sound of Davia softly clearing her throat filled the room now.

"Ms. Rosethorne does not like to be bored." 

"Very good Davia. Meeting adjourned."

The shaken men exited the room, heads hanging low. Fariuza chuckled throatily as she watched the procession.

"Davia lock the door. I need to relieve some stress." she said, swiveling in her leather chair. Davia nodded, moving swiftly, obeying her command. Locking the door, she turned back around, walking back to Fariuza, kneeling between her legs. Hiking her charcoal gray linen skirt up, she parted Fariuza smooth thighs, the color of melted chocolate contrasting with the cotton candy pink tinge of her bared mons. Deeply inhaling her sweet scent, Davia dipped her head between Fariuza's legs, devouring her dripping heat. Fariuza purred like a kitten, idly stroking Davia's reddish brown hair. A knock at the door interrupted her mood.

"Dammit, Davia, door." 

Obediantly, Davia rose from her knees and unlocked the door. 

"Excuse me, Ms. Rosethorne, but I-I..." Peter trailed off. His eyes were automatically drawn to Davia as she resumed eating Fariuza's soaked pussy.

"Don't just stand there gawking, Mr. Marshall. State the nature of your business." Fariuza said gruffly. Her hand was firmly pressed against the back of Davia's head, driving her probing tongue deeper in her womanly folds. 

"I-I- can come, I mean, I can return later...." he nervously stuttered. The musky smell of Fariuza's sex filled the board room. It overwhelmed Peter, he could feel his cock swelling against his leg. The slurping and sucking sounds Davia made was driving him crazy, so much so that he couldn't think straight.

Fariuza slitted her eyes, her cold calculating glare burning through Peter. He was a recent hire, most of her staff were used to walking in on her. He definitely needed to be taught and trained.

"Stand right there. I will be with you in one moment." Fariuza said breathlessly as her orgasmed washed over her. Davia sucked hard on her spasming pussy, her mouth overflowing with cum. As the last tremor ceased, Davia devotedly kissed Fariuza's puffy labia and fixed her skirt back into place. Licking her shiny lips, Davia resumed her sentinel post behind Fariuza.

"Mr. Marshall you are new here, hence your obvious discomfort. That will simply not do."

"Wait, Ms. Rosethorne, please don't terminate me. I really need this job." he pleaded. 

Fariuza cocked her eyebrow, listening to his pleas, wondering how far he would go. She loved making men squirm.

"Well Mr. Marshall, you naivete and inexperience with the procedures of my company horribly clash and that simply won't do." she said, her voice hard as steel.

"I can adapt. I know I can. I was just caught off guard, I assure you it won't happen again." Peter was on the verge of getting on his knees and begging for his job. Fariuza's company was exclusive and landed a job here was damn near impossible. Her reputation was impeccable. Her profits triple annually and each employee has profit sharing. Roughly translated, anyone working for her is richly rewarded.

"Yes, you will adapt. But first, you need to be trained. Do you think you will be able to handle that, Mr. Marshall?" she purred, lightly tweaking Davia's nipple with her slender fingers.

"Oh God yes." Peter sighed. Watching her tease Davia was making his growing erection even harder. He nervously shifted from side to side trying to alleviate the pressure.

"Good. First we'll start by demoting you."

"What?" 

"Don't worry. The demotion is only for training. You will resume your former position, provided you pass training. Is that understood? I'm offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"I understand Ms. Rosethorne. I accept."

"Excellent. Davia get the paperwork." she playfully swatted Davia on the ass as she walked out of the office, "Now first things first, do you have any family Mr. Marshall. Meaning wife and/or children?"

"No. I'm single."

"Good. Do you own or rent?"

"Rent."

"Name of the apartment complex?"

"Stradfort Towers."

"The lease is terminated, do you understand?"

"Terminated? I can't just terminate the lease, I can be sued for that. Not to mention, where am I going to live?" he asked, running his fingers nervously through his wavy hair.

"Part of your training is that you do not question me or my motives. You must trust in my wholeheartedly and know that I would not steer you wrong. Understand?" She waited for him to nod his head before continuing. "Now as far as your least goes, I own that apartment complex. Ergo, the lease is terminated. Your new living arrangements are being made as we speak."

Peter sat back in the chair, his eyes wide with wonder and bewilderment. How far did her reach extend in this city? 

"Now that that's settled, I have some papers for you to sign." Saying that, Davia re-entered the room, carrying several papers. Sitting them in front of Peter, she returned to Fariuza's side. Peter quickly scanned the papers, noting that they were all legal documents absolving Fariuza from any legal actions, not to mention temporary power of attorney papers. Hesitantly, he signed the papers. Handing the papers to Fariuza, he slumped back in the chair, his shoulders sagging in defeat. She scanned over the paper before handing them to Davia, who in turned placed them inside her ostrich briefcase.

"Peter I own you now." she paused as he opened his mouth to speak, "Shut up and say nothing. The papers you signed basically gives me total and utter control over your life. Your wishes are no longer yours. You do what I say, when I say, and how I say. With no hesitation, no questions. I will train you to be perfect and when I am done, you will thank me for doing so. You will be rewarded for your accomplishments and punished for your errors. Obey and learn, and you will rise to the top of my company. Fail and you will find yourself, homeless, jobless, drowning in a pool of despair. Do I make myself clear?"

Peter's eyes welled with tears as he digested what she had said. He now knew the terror and fear that touched the souls of the poor victims to cross paths with the Devil himself. Except, this time the Devil was Fariuza Rosethorne. 

"Crystal clear Ms. Rosethorne." he whispered.

"Excellent. Now for your first lesson. You will no longer be addressed as Peter. You are now my kitten and will be addressed as such. When I speak to you, you are to respond quickly and respectfully. Every time you speak to me, you will refer to me as Mistress, I cannot stress how important it is to remember that. I do not tolerate imperfections and the little demonstration Davia gave earlier is mild compared to what she does when I'm angered. Do you understand kitten?"

"Yes Mistress." he whispered.

"Speak up kitten." she said sharply.

"Yes Mistress." he said louder.

"Very good. Now strip and be quick about it."

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. Standing up, he began to quickly shed his clothing. Fariuza critically eyed him, from the top of his sandy brown wavy hair, down the muscular cords of his neck, his square shoulders, semi-muscular build. But more importantly, her eyes homed in on his manhood. Even under this scrutiny, he managed to keep a halfway decent erection. His cock was a good six inches, but what it lacked in length, it made up greatly in width and thickness.

"Very nice kitten, don't you think Davia?"

"Will save my judgement for after he's trained." she replied gruffly. 

"That's Davia for you." she chuckled, "Turn around kitten, there is a bag by the door for you. Fetch it and bring it to me." she said, gesturing towards the door. 

Peter lowered his head shamefully as he made his way to the door, thankful for the curtains shielding him from the rest of the office. He froze in mid-stride as he heard the immistakable whirring sound of the curtains being drawn. He was mortified as his co-workers turned and stared at him.

"Kitten do not make me repeat myself." her voice floated over to him. Swallowing his pride, he hurried over to the bag, brining it back to her. Taking the bag from his hands, she dumped the contents on the floor. Gathering at his feet was a pair of powder blue satin panties, a scarlet camisole, and a black chauffer's jacket and cap.

"Get dressed kitten."

The sound of her command rang through his ears, thundering like a gunshot. Numbly he dressed, his eyes cutting over, glancing out the window. Much to his horror, his co-workers watched him. As if silently unbidden to watch. He gasped softly as the cool satin material cupped his manhood, teasing his skin. The lacy camisole rubbing against his nipples, making erect. He hurried and slipped the jacket and hat, covering his femininely clad body.

"Why, kitten, if I didn't know better, I would think you were ashamed of my gifts."

"More like embarrassed." he mumbled. 

Fariuza narrowed her eyes as she raised her hand, pinching Davia's taut nipple. She immediatly sprang into action. Grabbing Peter by the back of his neck, swinging him around, making him fall on the ground from her viselike grip. Kneeling on the floor, he tried to stand back up only to have Davia press her knee firmly in the small of the back. He had the audacity to try and struggle, making Fariuza smile cruelly.

"I see you need to be taught how not to forget what you were told. You were told to refer to me as Mistress, but you did not. For that you will be punished. And seeing how you don't like to be embarrassed, it's only fitting that this punishment humilate and embarrass you. Davia, you may begin."

Peter found his wrists being ties to the legs of Fariuza's chair, his legs were roughly kicked apart by Davia. Kneeling in front of Fariuza, his ass trembling in the air as Davia skillfully sliced away the satin underwear. Once bared, Davia smack both cheek hard, leaving a red handprint on Peter's tanned skin. The next thing he felt was a long, cold, almost fleshy object resting on his heated ass.

"Now, for not properly addressing me, Davia is going to ram her phallus into your virgin anus. One stroke for every letter in the word "Mistress". When you feel her plastic balls smack your ass, you will shout the correct letter."

Peter felt a combination of fear and revulvsion wash over him, as he tried to prepare himself. All his resolve was destroyed when he heard Fariuza's voice booming over the intercom.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please focus your attention to the board room. Note the punishment being metted out by the lovely and devoted Davia. The kitten has disrespected your Mistress by not properly addressing her and shall be punished for it. Feel free to join us in the board room as space will allow. All others view from the adjoining window." 

With a wave of her hand, Davia positioned the head of the strap-on against his anus. Spitting on the wrinkled skin of his asshole, she began to work the head in. Peter began to whimper as he felt his ass giving way. Fariuza watched as the room filled with avid watchers. Turning her attention back to Peter, she frowned slightly.

"Davia why are you taking mercy on him?" she asked crossly.

"Forgive me, Mistress, I didn't want to break your new toy too soon." Davia apologized.

"Such a thoughtful pet you are Davia, but I want you to break him. He hurt your Mistress."

Hearing that she was hurt by his actions spurred Davia on. She was undeniably devoted to Fariuza and would rather kill or be killed than allowing someone to hurt her. Gritting her teeth, she pressed the head against his ass and rammed it in balls deep.

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHH GODDDDDDDDD!" Peter screamed as he felt his asshole being ripped opened.

"SPELL HER TITLE!" Davia yelled at him, keeping the dildo imbeded in his ass, while smacking him harder than before.

"M-M-M" Peter yelped, tears streaming down his face.

Over and over again, Davia raped Peter. Her strokes and smacks growing deeper and harder each time. By the time the last "S" slipped from his lips, Peter was covered in sweat and tears. His asshole and ass cheeks felt like someone poured white hot lava on them. Her smacks left handprint-shaped bruises on his skin, each one throbbing as if they had their own heart. His sobs were deafened by the sound of his co-workers' applause and cheers. Fariuza silenced them with a simple hand gesture.

"Well done Davia. I think my kitten has learned his lesson. What do you think, my dear?"

"Are you still hurt my Mistress?" Davia asked, her breasts heaving slightly. Fariuza sat for a moment, contemplating.

"I'm not so much hurt anymore, Davia, just a tad disappointed. Have any ideas how to make me feel better?"

"Strip him, plug him and lead him out of here on a leash like the dog that he is." Davia said, as she stood up, unharnessing the strap on, letting it fall to the ground. Dusting off her pants, brushing an errant curl from her face. Squatting low, she cut the ropes free from his wrists, shoving his head away from her feet. Fariuza gazed up at Davia, gesturing for her to bend down, she kissed Davia.

"You are my good girl Davia." she whispered against her mouth.

"Everyone out. I am leaving the office now, I want all assignments completed no later than Friday. Fail and you know the consequences."

Fariuza waited until the room was empty, save for herself, Davia and the sobbing Peter.

"Up kitten and be quick. You don't want me sending Davia after you again." she laughed softly. Gingerly, Peter stood, feeling the pain from his ass radiate through his body.

"Strip kitten, but leave the hat on. It's kind of cute." 

Numbly he obeyed, fearful of angering her again. Thankfully, all he had on was the camisole and jacket. Trembling slightly, he stood there, wearing his chauffer cap.

"Well done kitty. Davia, leash." she said, snapping her fingers.

Davia stepped forward, attaching a silver studded dog collar to his neck, affixing the leash. Fariuza stood up, walking around, inspecting him.

"Tell me kitten, did Davia hurt you much?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes Mistress." 

"Did you learn from your pain?"

"Yes Mistress." he said, fresh tears falling down his face. Fariuza tilted his chin upwards, gathering his tears on her fingertips.

"Taste Davia, taste the fruition of your work." 

Davia walked over to her, sucking her fingers in her mouth, tasting his salty tears.

"Mmm, delicious." Davia moaned softly, licking her lips. 

Peter watched Davia, not knowing whether or not to hate her for what she's done to him. But the decision was taken from him.

"Kitten, thank your sister for teaching you this lesson."

"Thank you Sister Davia." he whispered. 

"Know this now, you displease me again, in word and/or action and Davia becomes your worst nightmare made flesh."

"Yes Mistress."

Fariuza smiled, playfully ruffling his hair. Reaching her purse, she pulled out a medium size anal plug.

"Davia, will you to the honors of teaching your brother kitten his place." She handed her the butt plug and watched as Davia shoved the plug inside his ravished asshole. Peter drew a ragged breath as he felt his anus stretching again. Tugging the leash, Fariuza led him out of the office, Davia walking three steps behind, directly to her left. Peter held his head down, following blindly behind her, oblivious to his surroundings.

Stepping outside, the crisp autumn air washed over his naked flesh, snapping him back to reality. The glare of the sun blinded him momentairly as his tear stained eyes looked upwards. 

"Kitten.", Fariuza's voice brought him back to attention, "You will ride in the back with me. Davia will drive today, however as you progress in your training, the chauffer position will become yours, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good." she said, stepping inside her midnight black limo. Peter was about to sit next to her when Davia whispered in his ear, "On the floor, at her feet. That is your place." Seeing the spacious floor, Peter knelt at her feet. Fariuza blew a kiss to Davia as she shut the door.

"Isn't she wonderful, kitten? Don't you aspire to be like her one day?""

"Yes Mistress."

"Now, kitten, this moment is a rarity. I want you to speak to me as if nothing has happened. I want you to tell me what you're feeling, what you're thinking. Hold nothing back, but I want you to remain respectful, do you understand.?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress."

"Now tell me what you felt when you walked in my office." After a few minutes of silence, Peter began to speak.

"At first, I couldn't believe my luck. I mean what man haven't fantasied about seeing two women going at it. But, to see my boss, and her assistant, both women who I've dreamt about since I started working here." he paused, blushing, "Forgive me."

"That's quite alright kitten." she laughed, "Please continue."

"Well, I must confess, I was pitching a tent big time, The smell alone was enough to set me off. Then the fact that she didn't stop was mindblowing." Peter paused again, not believing that he was speaking to openly with this woman. The same woman who had her assistant sodomize him in front of her entire staff.

"Tell me Peter, how did you feel when Davia raped you?"

Peter felt like someone punched him the gut. He didn't want to think about it, let alone speak about, but he didn't have a choice.

"I now know why my girlfriend broke up with me." he said wryly.

"Explain please."

"My girlfriend adamantly was against anal sex. So I waited until she passed out one night after partying and went ahead and did it anyways. She screamed and hollered so much and I only had a little pass the head in. She left that night and I haven't talk to her since."

"Well, that's not telling me how you felt."

"I felt violated, like I was nothinng, matter-of-fact, like I was less than nothing."

"Why is that kitten?" she asked softly.

"Because...because.." he trailed off.

"I know why. You hated upseting me. You hated what I was doing to you. You hated Davia for doing it. Yet, you can't really understand or explain why You don't hate either one of us. Am I right?"

Peter looked up at her, eyes wide with amazement. Those were the feelings swimming through his mind, feelings that he couldn't form into words.

"Don't speak, your eyes say more than you mouth will ever know. But, alas, the conversation is over. We're home now."


The Boss



It had been a surprisingly pleasant evening. Why surprisingly? Well, I must admit that the prospect of spending 'leisure' time in the company of my boss, Patricia, was something that I had found a little daunting. Not that Patricia wasn't good company, far from it. She was educated, intelligent, knowledgable and, it has to be said, attractive. Perhaps it was that attractiveness that made me uncomfortable, or was it just that I felt a little intimidated by the power that she seemed to exude. Either way, there was definitely something about her that made me feel a little awkward. 

We were travelling together on business for a few days and were staying at a nice hotel near the airport. After our meetings with the client had been concluded in the late afternoon, we had both returned to the hotel, freshened up and gone down to the restaurant for a light meal. The conversation had, for the most part, stayed away from the subject of work. For that I was thankful, and had been feeling more relaxed as the evening had progressed. 

I was seated in the hotel bar awaiting Patricia's return from 'powdering her nose'. It had been her suggestion that we have a quick drink before returning to our rooms. I glanced up as Patricia walked back towards the table. Several men in the bar also watched as she walked across the room, hardly surprising that she drew their attention. Patricia was in her mid thirties, but her figure and general appearance would have been the pride of a much younger woman, her thick, dark red hair encased a face with a stunning peaches'n'cream complexion. She was wearing her usual business attire of white blouse and black high heels, though I noticed that she had changed her black pencil skirt before dinner and was now wearing a black leather skirt that accentuated her figure and shapely legs. As she sat opposite me, I tried to change my train of thought, aware that I blush easily. 

"What are you so lost in thought about?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow as she settled in to the chair. I smiled nervously and averted my eyes knowing that I must be wreaking of guilt. 

"Oh, just thinking about tomorrow's meeting." I lied. 

"For heaven's sake! You can take your mind off work for a few hours you know, I do permit it." She smiled before leaning across the table and gently patting my hand. I immediately felt the blood rush to my face as I smiled back, raising my glass to my lips more to hide my blushing cheeks than to take a sip. Patricia sat back in her chair as I attempted to regain control of my blood pressure. She looked directly into my eyes for a few seconds as if sizing me up. "Right come on, if it's worrying you that much then let's take these drinks back to my room and we can review the figures a final time." She immediately stood up, picked up her hand bag, and headed off in the direction of the lifts. Evidently, there was to be no discussion on the matter but that was Patricia all over. She wasn't a woman who was used to having to debate her decisions. I quickly picked up both of our drinks. 

By the time I had caught up with her, she was already entering the lift. I followed her in, and she pressed the button for the 4th floor. As the lift doors closed I took in a deep breath. Her Gucci perfume was absolutely sublime, not too strong, but I found it deliciously decadent. We remained silent as the lift bell rang. The doors opened and Patricia strode out and turned down the corridor, I followed. A few steps behind Patricia, I couldn't help but take in her figure as she walked. Those high heels, the stocking clad legs, and her hips swaying in that leather skirt. "Steady" I told myself, "Those thoughts will not do your career one ounce of good!". Patricia stopped at the door to room 407 and took out her pass key from her bag. She swiped it, and the lock clicked open. "The papers are next to my case on the table" she said as the door closed behind me with a solid clunk of the lock. "I'll be with you in a minute" she added as she went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. 

I knew the figures for tomorrow's sales meeting almost by heart and as I sat down in the chair and picked up the papers, I regretted having earlier made up the lie to cover my embarrassment. I glanced around the room. It was a lot bigger than mine, that wasn't a surprise. The heavy burgundy curtains were closed across the windows, the large king size bed had it's patchwork cover still in place to keep the linen clean, and everything was tidy. The thought only then crossed my mind that in my room my clothes had been flung all over the bed during my frantic attempts to find a clean tie for dinner. Thank God that Patricia was the complete opposite when it came to tidiness, how terribly embarrassing that would have been to find her lingerie strewn across the room! At that moment, the bathroom door opened on the far side of the room and Patricia came out. I glanced down at the papers in front me, pretending to be engrossed in them. She walked over to the table, picked up her drink and her briefcase and went over to the bed where she sat down, opening the briefcase beside her. She took out a folder and closed the case again, placing it on the floor. After a brief silence as we each studied our respective documents, Patricia looked up and enquired "I've got next month's forecasts here, do you think that you'll be able to meet them?". 

"I'm not sure, actually I haven't had an opportunity to see them yet." I replied. 

"Well, why don't you come over here and take your opportunity now?" She glanced up, to look directly at me. For a very brief moment my mind raced as I wondered if I'd heard her correctly. I quickly drew the conclusion that the innuendo was entirely accidental, and that my mind must be on paranoia overload. I was being simply ridiculous. I put the papers down and walked over to Patricia. I stood in front of her and put my hand out to receive the forecast documents but instead Patricia tapped her hand on the bed beside her without even looking up at me. In a hotel room, sitting beside my female boss on a bed, every fibre in my body was telling me that this was very wrong. Despite my concern, I sat down making sure that I left a good amount of personal space between us. 

"What do you make of the second quarter estimates?" Patricia turned towards me and offered me a document. I took it and placed it in my lap, although I was being optimistic if I really thought that it was going to effectively hide the growing discomfort of my fast growing erection. It would have been difficult enough to make any sense of the figures without the fact that Patricia was leaning across to study them as they sat in my lap. I could feel her left arm behind my back, her hand planted on the bed right behind my backside, steadying herself as she leant against me, her breasts lightly pushed against my right arm. I tried to concentrate on the matter at hand but that perfume, the warmth of her leg against mine. Patricia broke the uncomfortable silence, pointing at the second column on the document, "These look a little... aggressive, don't you agree?". Her finger traced down the column on the paper, pressing against my thigh underneath. 

"Um, well, I don't... I mean, that is, I'm not sure if... err". This was hopeless. I turned my head towards her. She returned the look as her finger continued it's inevitable course, the pressure being exerted was increasing all the time. I finally built up the courage to open my mouth to protest, but Patricia suddenly wrapped her right hand around the back of my head, pulled me towards her and kissed me deeply. I was caught between a sense of intense passionate relief and a terrible feeling of guilt, of throwing my career away. Patricia's warm tongue toyed with mine as I felt her hand move round to the front of my shoulder. Suddenly she pushed me backwards down onto the bed and in one quick movement, she was on top of me. It was at that point that the feelings of worry and guilt got the better of me and I gently pushed her shoulders upwards until she could no longer sustain her kissing. 

"Patricia! I'm sorry but this really shouldn't be happening!". 

She gave me a steely look, her tongue circling her lips to catch the saliva left from our intense kissing. "I see". She pulled her legs up so that she was sitting astride my waist, her skirt riding up her hips, displaying the tops of her stockings. 

"This really isn't a good idea, please don't get the wrong idea, I mean I do find you very attractive but... it's just...", I realised that I was just digging a deeper hole for myself. Patricia continued her steely look, raising an eyebrow at my feeble attempts to excuse myself, her arms crossed and her body still pinning me down as she sat astride me. Finally, she uncrossed her arms and stood up, smoothing down her skirt. 

"Very well, if you're sure that's the way that you want it". The look in her eyes had changed, it wasn't really anger, more determination, or... I couldn't put my finger on it. At last, she uncrossed her arms and stood up, smoothing down her skirt. 

Sitting up, I said weakly "I'll just go." 

"No" Patricia stated firmly. 

"I'm sorry?" 

"We need to have a little chat first." She went over to the wardrobe and took out a sports bag, before heading into the bathroom with it. "Wait there a moment". The bathroom door closed behind her. My mind was racing. I still couldn't believe what had happened, and now 'a little chat'. So, this was it. The end of my career because of a reckless moment of lust. It hadn't been my idea to come back to her room, and I hadn't instigated the kiss. But of course that wouldn't matter. What was that saying about a woman scorned? I'd had it. 

The door opened and Patricia came out again, though there was something different about her. What was it? Whatever it was, it didn't really matter under the circumstances. Of that I was sure. 

"Your behaviour has been totally unacceptable" she said sternly as she strode past me. She was holding a handkerchief, surely she hadn't been crying? She wasn't exactly the sentimental type. "You have been flirting with me all day, giving me.. signals". Not for the first time this evening, I was genuinely shocked. 

"Me?" I spluttered as Patricia continued to pace round to the opposite side of the bed. I stared down at my feet, trying to find the right words to defend myself without getting into an argument. 

"I don't know what gave you that impression but I can assure you that..." but my words were cut short. Patricia grabbed me from behind and clamped the handkerchief that she had been carrying over my mouth and nose. For a moment, I failed to react. What on earth was she doing? My right arm was being held firmly behind my back. My left hand was free and I tried to prise her hand from my mouth. The handkerchief felt damp and there was a pungent sweet smell invading my nostrils. My God, was that chloroform? What on earth was she doing with that? I tried to pull her hand away. It felt soft to the touch and try as I might, I just couldn't budge it. My head was starting to pound, and my fingers were tingling. With all my remaining strength I tried to stand, but Patricia was having none of it. One of her stocking clad legs wrapped itself round my waist and I was pulled backwards on to the bed. She was surprisingly strong. My eyes were closing now, and my free arm felt heavy, so very heavy. I attempted one last try to pull her hand away from my mouth, but it was futile now. Her hand felt so soft and smooth. As my eyes closed and the rhythmic thumping in my head finally took over all my senses, I realised what it was that had been different about her when she had come back from the bathroom. Gloves. She had been wearing tight, black leather gloves. Strange that I had not..... and then blackness. 

I woke slowly, as if from a deep sleep. My mouth felt dry, my head was foggy. I stretched my arms, but something tugged at my wrists. Very suddenly the memories came flooding back to me. My eyes opened, and tried to adjust to the light in the room, Patricia's room. I cocked my head to one side and saw my arm outstretched, tied to the bedpost with what appeared to be tights or stockings, I looked the other way and could see that my other arm was the same. Being hardly able to move, I couldn't see my legs very easily, but it felt as if my legs were tied together at the ankles and at the knees. I was completely naked and there was no sign of Patricia. 

"Mmmmmffpthhh!" was all I could manage to say. There was something soft in my mouth, and wide tape had been wrapped around my head at least five times. I looked around as much as I physically could. My clothes were neatly folded on the chair next to the table. The sports bag that Patricia had been carrying earlier was sitting on the table, with a roll of duck tape, a pair of scissors and several pairs of tights. Well, that explained the soft material stuffing my mouth. Next to them was a pair of black leather gloves. I continued to look around. On the bedside table was a handkerchief and a small brown bottle next to what appeared to be a box of condoms. 

"Mmmmmmmffpthh mmmff" I tried again, but the gag was very effective. I heard the bathroom door open. Patricia walked in. 

"Comfortable?" she asked nonchalently. "No? well we both know who's fault that is." She walked over to the table and picked up the gloves before coming over to the bed and sitting beside me. She was still wearing the clothes that she had on earlier. She pulled on the gloves, smoothing them down before looking me over and inspecting my bonds thoroughly. 

"Mmmmffff" was all I managed as her gloved hands pressed down on the tape over my mouth ensuring that I wasn't going to be in a position to protest. My eyes were my only form of communication and I stared at her, terrified. Patricia pulled herself up on to the bed to lie beside me, wiggling her skirt up to her waist, she wrapped her leg over mine, her stocking tops tickling my thighs as she stroked her high heels over my shins, lightly but still painfully. Her gloved finger circled around my chest, teasing as she spoke. 

"Right, here's the deal. You had your chance to do this your way. You blew it. But, as I'm sure you'll know by now, I'm not the sort of woman to take no for an answer. So now we're going to do things...." she reached down and took a firm grip of my balls "... my way". She smiled wickedly as she released her grip. 

"Mmmmfff!" My eyes bulged at the pain. Patricia reinforced the gag by planting her soft, gloved hand very firmly over the tape across my mouth. 

"Sssshhh," Her red hair fell across my chest as she leant across and gently kissed my nipple. "Just as well I brought my bag of toys with me. Still, I had a suspicion you might be naughty and need some persuading." She moved up to the side of my face and, holding my chin firmly, kissed me on the cheek. 

"I'm not going to fire you." She whispered into my ear. "But everything that has happened," she paused to nibble my ear lobe, " and everything that is about to happen in this room," her gloved hand let go of my chin and moved down my chest to finally stop at my cock, which was quickly wrapped in the soft leather as she began to wank me gently, " stays in this room. Not a word to anyone, or losing your job will be the leass of your worries, do you understand?". Her hand began to slowly increase it's rhythm. I nodded. "Good boy" she whispered as the warmth of her damp tongue invaded my ear. 

She stopped suddenly, and knelt beside me. "Right, that's enough of that. Now let's get down to business." The look of terror quickly returned to my eyes as I wondered what she was up to now. "For what I have in mind for the first course, we're going to have to remove that gag for a little while." She saw the look of relief in my eyes, and wagged a gloved index finger at me. "Only a little while mind," The gloved finger stopped wagging at me and disappeared between my legs. My eyes widened as I felt Patricia gently probing my arsehole. Oh yes, I can see that we'll definitely need to keep you quiet later. But right now I need that mouth and tongue of yours in full working order." To my temporary relief, she removed her finger and then pulled her skirt right up to reveal that she was wearing no knickers. "Are you going to be a good boy and keep very quiet?" Though my eyes must have been giving away my terror, I nodded. "Good, in that case you can have a drink of water, and if you keep quiet and behave.... a very special treat." She winked and licked her lips as she looked at my now very, very erect cock. Her gloved fingers started to rub at her clitoris. 

I closed my eyes and wondered how on earth this night could get any more bizarre. If only I knew.... 

Lthrglv



The Boss



Old Mrs. Cartwright was retiring. She'd been my secretary for the past 5 years and my dad's for many years before that. We had a short Friday afternoon retirement party for her and Monday morning I started interviews for her replacement.

My name is Bill and I'm the owner of HI-TECH COMPUTER SOFTWARE, a company started by my dad as an accounting, income tax business. I'm very clever when it comes to computers and I rapidly expanded the business taking it in a new direction.

I understand computers very well but what I don't understand is women. I'm 31 years old and not married. I don't even have a girlfriend, but that's not because of lack of trying. I'm only 5 feet six inches tall and weigh about one hundred and forty pounds, but I am a nice guy, I can't understand why girls don't like me. It started in college and with the exception of one fat girl, I couldn't get a girlfriend. I got used to rejection but the comment that hurt the most was when I asked this one girl out she said, "What makes you think I'm that desperate?"

After graduating, near the top of the class I tried a dating service. She sounded good over the phone but when I met her, she was just plain ugly. After that I poured my time and energy into the business and now it was about 3 times the size it was when my dad ran it.

Monday morning I was thinking about this when the first job applicant arrived. I was very impressed. She had graduated college with a degree in computer science and she was young and eager to learn. That was good because I was looking more for an assistant than just a secretary. I almost hired her on the spot, but I had scheduled 3 more interviews so I thought I might as well see them.

When the receptionist brought the second applicant into my office, I just about dropped her resume. She was gorgeous. She didn't walk, she just kind of flowed. She had sparkling green eyes and a mischief smile. She had long honey blond hair that swirled about her like a halo. Her body looked like one of the Playboy models. She was wearing a black sweater and a black mini skirt with no stockings.

"You, you are Miss, Miss Andrews?" I asked as I motioned to the chair in front of my desk. Why was I stuttering and blushing like a school boy?

"Do you mind if I sit on the corner of your desk instead? I'll feel more comfortable than sitting on that hard old chair and you will be able to assess my qualifications better," she said in a voice that can only be described as sultry. Without waiting for an answer she sat on my desk allowing her skirt to slide up her thighs. As I stared at her beautiful legs she slowly rubbed her hand up and down on her bare leg.

While she did this she had a wicked smile on her face. "You're kind of cute for a little fellow; I think we will get along fine. I don't do filing or type letters, and you will have to make your own appointments. Now I know you want to see my pussy and lick it so call your receptionist, tell her the job has been filled, to cancel your remaining interviews and that you don't want to be disturbed.

Like a robot I did what she asked. Then she stood up, unzipped her miniskirt, let it fall on the carpet and sat back down completely nude below the waist. I tried to look at her face not her pussy, to try and maintain some measure of control.

"Look at my pussy," she demanded as she slowly caressed it with her long fingers. "I know you want to kiss it don't you?" she said this time with a smirk on her face. I didn't say anything but I could feel my head nodding up and down. "Get out of your chair so I can sit down on it; then you can show me how happy you are that I took the job by kissing and licking my pussy."

It was like I was in a dream, not wanting to be humiliated this way, yet wanting to please her if I could. My mind might be saying don't do this but my body was saying yes because I had an aching hard-on. I did as she demanded.

"You haven't done this before have you, because you're lousy at it. I see I'm going to have to teach you everything. First stop kissing me. A few kisses on my pussy are enough to show me your love and respect. Now give me long slow licks starting at the bottom of my pussy and lick slowly up to the top. At first make sure your tongue is very wet with your saliva when you lick me. Try and reach my asshole with your tongue if you can, then continue with your long slow licks.

"When I start to hump your face that's the signal for you to start fucking me with your tongue. Now is the time for you to thrust your tongue in me as deep as you can. Match your speed to mine. Every time I hump your face you thrust your tongue in me. If I speed up, you speed up and when I slow down you slow down. As you tongue fuck me your nose should be tickling my clit.

When I'm ready to cum I'll grab your ears and pull you tight to me. That's when you will cover your teeth with your lips and bite my clit. That sends delicious chills up and down my body while it may cause you some discomfort. I also like to dig my nails into your neck because it increases my pleasure if you're in pain while you give me satisfaction."

What was happening to my life? She was controlling and humiliating me yet I lusted after her. From the very first day she embarrassed me in front of my own office staff as she insisted that I bring her a coffee each morning. Everyone else called me Mr. Denison, she called me Billie, yet she also insisted that I call her Miss Andrews not Kathy. She took long lunches, and often came in late or left early. Yet when she would walk into my office and say, "Close the door," I would be on my knees in no time while she lounged in my chair nude from the waist down.

One of my many jobs as owner was sales manager. Sales were becoming too big a job for just Fred, my salesman and myself; that was one of the reason I hired an assistant instead of just a secretary. Right from the start Miss Andrews and Fred couldn't get along. It soon became apparent one had to go. Fred was an experienced salesman, but I was under the spell of Miss Andrews, so I had to let Fred go, thanking him for his fifteen years service.

When I told her Fred was history she invited me to her apartment saying we would have a good time. I was thrilled because I was starting to think I would spend the rest of my life as a bachelor jerking off for my sexual relief. "Bring a bottle of the most expensive cognac you can find and bring it to me at exactly 8 pm. Don't be late or early."

I dressed in my best suit, hoping to impress her, and knocked on her door exactly at 8pm.

"Take off that dorky suit, strip down to your shorts, then put some ice in my glass of cognac and bring it to me."

I did as she asked, although I felt uncomfortable wearing only my boxer shorts while she was fully dressed. I gave her the drink and went to sit beside her when she stopped me.

"Sit on the floor by my feet," as she tousled my hair. "You have no idea how to please a lady do you? I can see I've got a lot of training to do. While I sip my drink I want you between my legs sucking my pussy through my panties." A bit later she said, "Press your tongue harder against my cunt and flick your tongue against my clit." After a few minutes, "You're learning Billie. Now I'll allow you to remove my panties. Thrust your tongue as deep in my pussy as you can. Do it 6 times as fast as you can then suck my clit. OK now do it all over again. I'll make you a good cunt lapper yet."

A couple weeks later she invited me back to her apartment. "Bring me another bottle of that expensive cognac and be at my door exactly at 8 o'clock. I expect punctuality."

I told myself I wouldn't go; to do so would mean I was giving her complete control. I was the boss and she had to realize that. I did buy a bottle of cognac but I intended to drink it myself in a show of defiance. That night as eight o'clock approached my resistance melted and I rushed to get dressed in my most expensive slacks and a white cashmere sweater. I got to her place as fast as I could. As I rang her buzzer I glanced at my watch; it was 8:04 I rang the buzzer 4 times before she let me in.

As soon as she opened her door I apologized to her for being late. "You know I'm going to punish you for that but right now prepare my cognac. Put two ice cubes in it and a slice of lime on the glass. Bring it to me in the living room."

When I re-entered the living room I noticed how sexy she looked. She was wearing a short robe and I could tell at a glance she was nude underneath. I tried to sit beside her on the sofa but, again I had to sit on the floor by her feet. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, then told me she liked to have her feet massaged while she sipped her drink. A little later she said, "That's good Billie, now I want you to suck my toes." She kept me at it for at least 15 minutes. "You are such a good boy Billie. Your sucking and kissing has got me in the mood so start kissing your way up my legs and start sucking when you reach my pussy." I got her off twice. It's easy for me to tell when she has an orgasm because she digs her nails into my neck.

About twenty minutes latter my tongue was getting sore when she sighed," You're getting so much better at that Billie; maybe I should let you stay the night and sleep with me. Would you like that Billie?"

"Oh yes please."

"Well, if you are nice to me I can be nice to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to make me sales manager and let me hire my own salesman. I took marketing courses in college so I'm very well qualified."

"But you have no experience."

"I have all the experience I need. I thought you and I were going to become friends and have a good time together. I thought we would be having sex and maybe even get married some day, but I can see by your attitude that you don't see it that way so I don't think I have any choice but to quit my job and move on."

"No, please don't do that. You can be the sales manager and hire your own salesman."

"That's what I wanted to hear but I still must punish you for being late. Take off your belt and hand it to me, then strip and get down on your hands and knees." I did as she asked and she stood behind me and hit me with my belt as hard as she could. I could handle the first 3 or 4 hits but after that she really began to hurt me. I tried very hard not to cry to show her I was a man and could take it but she started hitting me at the same place on my ass and the pain was bringing tears to my eyes.

"Oh good, you are starting to cry; now beg me to stop hurting you. It turns me on to see your tears and hear your begging." A little later she said, "I like you a lot but you have to learn to respect me. If you respect me and go along with what I want; we may get married someday because I like an obedient husband. However tonight you disappointed me so put on your clothes and go home. Remember the first thing you do in the morning after bringing my coffee is place my ad in the paper."

The next morning she moved into Fred's old office and threw out all his furniture and replaced it with new furniture. She said she would also need a secretary so I would no longer have to bring her morning coffee. She hired both people and I didn't think much of either one. Her secretary was a sexy blond bimbo. She also called Kathy Miss Andrews and me Billie. She made appointments for Kathy at the beauty salon or the fitness club. She would also run errands like pick up her dry cleaning or get Kathy's lunch for her. Sometimes Linda would go in her office and Kathy would close the door. Later she would come out looking embarrassed with her hair messed and clothes wrinkled. I thought I knew what she was doing in there.

As much as I thought Linda her secretary was a poor choice; I disliked her salesman Frank even more. He was disrespectful to me and a braggart. I would have fired him if I could but I knew Kathy wouldn't let me. Kathy liked him and that was all that mattered.

You would think they owned the company as they would tell Billie when a customer was coming in and at what time they would all meet in Billie's office. They often visited their customers out of town staying overnight. I had to approve Kathy's expenses so I couldn't help but notice they always shared a room. It hurt me because I thought she liked me but I wondered if she had sex with her salesman while only allowing me to suck her. I started feeling jealous and neglected because she had not invited me to her apartment in over two weeks. I would burn with jealously and heartache when I would see them come into the office laughing and talking or watch her give him a quick kiss on the lips at the end of the day. I couldn't take it any more; I had to talk to her. I went into her office and sat in her guest chair. "Kathy, I mean Miss Andrews I have to talk to you."

"Oh my, this sounds serious," she said with a smile on her face. She buzzed her secretary Linda into her office. "Bring us each a cup of coffee and then go and pick up two tickets for tonight's basketball game."

"Yes Miss Andrews."

"Isn't she cute Billie? I know a couple of our customers have already fucked her and a lot more would like to. I should start charging them $100 to let them do it. I would keep 75 and give her 25; after all she's the one having all the fun. So, unless you want to give me one hundred dollars to fuck her, what did you want to talk about? You're going to have to hurry because I'm leaving the office early. Frank is taking me to dinner and then we're going to the basketball game."

"Frank is what I want to talk about. I think you have sex with him when you are out of town. I thought we were thinking about getting married, but you sleep with him but only let me suck you."

I could see a flash of anger on her face. "First of all, sucking me off is having sex with me, and yes Frank is fucking me. Now I see you're getting all red in the face so just calm down and listen. The kind of sex Frank and I have is what you will get when we get married. I don't do it with you now so that you'll have something to look forward to, besides good boys are supposed to wait until they are married for that kind of sex. What Frank and I do is nothing more than casual sex. It doesn't mean anything because it's you I intend to marry. What we do together now is appropriate and proper until we get married."

I left her office feeling better, even though it didn't turn out the way I'd hoped. I just wished she would set a date for getting married instead of being so vague about it A couple weeks later she called me into her office. "Would you like to come to my apartment tonight for a nice time?"

"I would like that very much."

"OK, be there at eight and be there on time. Oh. And bring another bottle of that cognac. Frank and I finished off the last bottle."

I was feeling jealous again to know she had been inviting Frank to her place instead of me. This time I got there promptly at eight. I made her drink the way she liked it. Again she was wearing her short robe with nothing underneath "I am going to relax and watch this X rated DVD I rented while I sip my drink and you suck my pussy. Now get busy and try your best to get me off. I want to look at you while you're doing it so strip completely before you get between my legs."

On my hands and knees I tried to pleasure her just the way she taught me. I felt a little annoyed because she barely looked at me while I licked and sucked her but I was supposed to be always looking at her. She watched her movie like I was not even there. Sucking her was getting me so turned on that I had to give myself some relief so I started to jerk myself as I licked her.

Suddenly I felt a blistering pain on my ass. I looked up to see she had a short leather whip in her hand as she slashed it down again. "How dare you touch yourself? All your concentration should be on my enjoyment. Go and get my 18 inch wooden ruler from my desk and bring it to me." I did as she asked. "Now push your cock down so it's pointing at me."

Then I felt a searing pain as she whacked me with the ruler on my cock. I could not help but cry out. My cock lost its erection immediately. "What happened to your stiffy Billie?" she giggled. I jumped up and down in agony as I protected my cock with my hand and gently tried to rub away the pain. "Are you dancing for me Billie?" she said with a smirk. "Don't you see how disrespectful that is to me when you could care less about my pleasure and only be interested in satisfying your own lust? You shouldn't get a hard-on when you suck me because you should be concentrating on my enjoyment. You annoy me when you get a stiffy because it means you're thinking about yourself. When we get married, that's the time for you to get hard; right now I want you to stay soft when you lick my pussy. Now let's try again." She got off at least twice humping my face and then to my great disappointment she sent me home.

Even though I was intoxicated with her beauty the humiliation was getting too much. At the last meeting with Deverone Industries, our largest account, she sat behind my desk while the rest of us sat on the other side.

I decided I had to break off this sick relationship. I was still in love with her but I don't think she loves me, she just uses me.

Then she suddenly changed. It was like she knew she had pushed me too far. Now she invited me to her place every Friday. I still sucked her off but now she would jerk me off too. We also went out to dinner and the theatre now, and I enjoyed being seen in public with such a beautiful girl. She did one thing that annoyed me though because she would flirt with the waiter or bartender or any other guy we would run into. One guy even had the nerve to ask her for a date right in front of me. Giggling she told him no.

She also said we could get engaged now and we could start planning wedding details. She said our engagement had to be secret so company sales would not drop. She told me many company orders were obtained because guys hoped a big order would get them a date with her.

One Friday she asked me to come early because we had wedding plans to discuss. When I got there she had 3 documents waiting for me to sign. The 1st was a will making her sole beneficiary. The 2nd was a Power of Attorney form giving her full control of all my assets should I become sick or otherwise incapacitated. The last was a prenuptial agreement which stated that in the event of a divorce she would become the sole owner of the company and the rest of my wealth would be split 50/50.

It seemed a little strange that all these documents had to be signed right now. Anyway, I was happy again even if she wouldn't set a date or allow me to tell anyone. She also gave me a clear plastic bottle full of pills. She made me blush when she said the pills would build up my sexual stamina so that we could fuck all the time when we were married. However until we were actually married I still had to use my tongue.

Things continued the same in the office except for rumors I started hearing about wild sex parties that Kathy, Linda and Frank had, sometimes with customers and sometimes just the 3 of them. I knew Kathy was in her office at the moment so I went to her office to talk about it. When I opened the door I was shocked to see Linda kneeling with her head under Kathy's skirt.

"How dare you enter my office without knocking first?"

"I'm so sorry Kathy, I didn't know you were err, busy."

"Linda, you can go back to your desk now."

When Linda stood up I could see her face was wet. "I guess it's your turn now Billie," she said with a saucy smile on her face.

"What is so important that you would barge into my office like that?"

"I've been hearing rumors about sex parties you Frank and Linda are having with customers."

"Don't worry your little head about silly rumors. Hasn't sales gone up 45% since Frank and I started running the company?"




The Boss



I didn't know where she got the idea they were running the company but I had to admit there had been a nice sales increase.

"Now why don't you start doing what Linda was doing before you interrupted us?"

I was taking the pill every day like Kathy wanted but I was starting to feel sick more and more often. Maybe it was anxiety over my coming wedding or the uneasy feeling I had about the relationship between Kathy and Frank. Several times I had to call in sick.

After one period when I missed work for four days Kathy called me into her office. "You being sick all the time is hurting the company. Since I have the Power of Attorney to make decisions when you are sick and unable to do so, I'm taking over the company until you get better. I'll take your office and you can sit at my old desk outside the door. You are relieved of all your duties except programming. Since you will be sitting right outside my door anyway, I'll also use you as my secretary and Frank can keep Linda. So clean out your things this afternoon and your first duty tomorrow morning is to bring me my coffee. You do remember how I like it don't you sweetie?"

I didn't think I was that sick but I had signed the form and she was being extra nice to me on our Friday night dates. She said this was just a temporary thing and that I could go back to being boss when I was well again. That night after I sucked her off she let me watch while she masturbated. "Just imagine how good it's going to feel when I allow you to put it in. Would you like a free sample of what married life is like?"

"Yes, Kathy."

With her legs wide apart, she sprawled on her chair. "Then strip off your pants and shorts." It didn't take long before I was nude below the waist. She took my penis in her hand and rubbed it lightly up and down her pussy. "Would you like to actually fuck me?"

"Oh yes, thank you"

"You'll never get it in me standing up. Squat down like a frog, which will get you in the right position to fuck me, but you can't put any more than 2 inches of you cock in my juicy pussy."

I followed all her instructions.

"That's good Billie, now do it like a dog does. Fuck me as fast as you can but remember no more than 2 inches in my cunt." A couple minutes later she said, "I can tell you're getting very excited, but you can't cum in me until we're married. When you get soo close you can't stop yourself from cuming, pull out and squirt your cum on the floor. You're not allowed to actually fuck me."

I wanted desperately to cum in her hot wet pussy so it was shear agony to pull out and have an unsatisfactory cum. Kathy watched it all with a smirk on her face. 

"Billie I just remembered Frank is coming over tonight. We have some important business to discuss, so hurry and get dressed before Frank arrives. He'll be very annoyed if he finds you here."

Damn that Frank, I know he's fucking her and with this one exception all I get to do is suck her and she's my fiancée.

Several days later she told me she had found our dream house. I had told her that when we were married I would sell my condo and we would buy a house. She wanted me to buy this house now because her lease was up and this way she could get a head start living in our new home. It was a nice house, a four bedroom bungalow with an outdoor pool, so I bought it. 

One sunny afternoon shortly before our wedding, I thought I would leave work early and drop in and see her at our new home. Kathy had taken the day off to do stuff at our house and Frank was away somewhere so it was a perfect time to surprise her. When I drove up I could see Kathy's car parked in the driveway and Frank's truck parked in the garage. The house was empty so I walked through to the back and there they were by the pool. Frank was in swim trunks and Kathy was topless.

"What's going on here?" I demanded angrily.

"Now Billie, just calm down and I'll explain it all to you, Frank's apartment is being renovated and he needed a place to stay for a little while. It just made sense that since we work together this would be the ideal place for him. I didn't mention it to you because I knew that you and your stupid jealously would just get you all upset. I know you don't like Frank and you're jealous of him, but you need to worry about other things. The Peterson contract is overdue and you haven't finished doing the programming, so why don't you go back to the office and finish it. Let me know how many hours of overtime you had to work and I'll adjust your paycheck." 

We had a small wedding. Most of the guests were friends of Kathy's with a few from work. Kathy chose Frank to be my best man. Her maid of honor was Linda, that blond bimbo from work.

I started feeling worse after the wedding. We were supposed to leave on our honeymoon in two days and Kathy suggested I see her doctor to find out what was wrong. Her doctor said I had a virus that was giving me an upset stomach and diarrhea and I shouldn't do any traveling for at least two weeks.

Kathy was very upset when I told her. "The airfare, hotel and meals are already paid for and it's too late to cancel. How could you do this to me?"

I was still living in my condo; the game plan was I would move into the house when we returned from our honeymoon. Kathy saw me the following day all smiles. "This morning on our way to work Frank had a wonderful idea. He is due two weeks holiday anyway so he is going to go with me to Jamaica. This way we don't lose all that money and Frank gets his holidays out of the way for this year."

"There is no way I'm letting Frank go with you on my honeymoon."

"But sweetie, the doctor said you can't travel and this trip is not our honeymoon, it's just vacation. We'll still go on our honeymoon when you are feeling better."

"I would be the laughing stock of the office if you went with Frank."

"You worry too much about what other people think. I've tried to reason with you but it's not working, because you are too stubborn and unreasonable and jealous of Frank to think straight. Now you're just making me mad. I should give you a thrashing to beat some sense into you. If I get one more complaint out of you, that's exactly what I'll do. Now I'm going to tell you how it is. Frank and I are going to spend 2 weeks in Jamaica. You're going to stay in the office and get caught up on your work. Since Frank and I are away, you're back in charge so you have no excuse for not getting your work done."

That was the last time we spoke before she left. She was annoyed with me and I was angry with her. While they were gone it occurred to him that he never used to be sick before he started taking those pills so this time he went to another doctor and took the pills with him. When the doctor came back from his examination he said, "You had better sit down for this one. Those pills contain tectroacimede, a slow acting poison. Taken over a long enough period of time it would probably kill you. You said your wife gave you these pills? It would appear she has a hidden agenda."

Back in the office the accountant brought Billie the company checks for signing because Kathy was away. One was for forty two thousand dollars, payable to Ridgeway Motors for a new Cadillac ordered by Frank. "What is this?" he asked the accountant.

"You should know because you signed the authorization."

"I never signed any such thing. Show me the authorization."

When he brought in the form it was easy to see Frank had made a clumsy attempt to forge Billie's signature. This was not only forgery but embezzlement of company funds. It was time to bring in the police. They were going to arrest both Frank and Kathy the moment they stepped off the plane from Jamaica. They estimated Frank would get 5 years in the state penitentiary for embezzlement and Kathy would get 2 years for giving a noxious substance to her husband.

About a week before the trial Billie got a phone call from Kathy, calling from the women's jail. She started out by saying she thought they were vitamin pills, that she would never do anything to hurt him. She said she knew she had been a bad girl but now she was ready to be his loving wife. "My lawyer says that if you drop the charges against me I can be released. Then we can go on our honeymoon. I'm so looking forward to having your big cock in my tight little pussy every night. I'm also going to give you delicious blowjobs every morning. You're going to be in heaven when I suck you off and swallow your cum. But save a little for my pussy because I know you want to have kids so I'm looking forward to you making me pregnant; so can I send my lawyer to your office with the papers to sign?"

"I don't think so. You lied, cheated and humiliated me from day one, so now it's time you paid the price. I will do one thing for you though. I know it's hard for ex cons to get a job, especially someone with your limited skills, so I'll give you a job as the office cleaning lady when you get out."



The Boss



The Boss....

Amanda made her way into her Boss's office to translate, he barely looked up to acknowledge her just began jabbering, and she in turn began to write.

Pompous Jerk, Amanda thought to herself but she needed this job and her mouth had gotten her in trouble before. For some reason everything in her rebelled against this guy.

But for Amanda that had always been an issue. To put it simply Amanda had a smoldering within. She did quite well at hiding it. To look at her you would think that she was, well for lack of words a good girl.

Very few were able to detect the things that lie beneath Amanda's well composed exterior.

James looked up to view the Lady that sat before him, he had hired her solely for her looks and her ability to speak Spanish, but he had also seen something else in her. For lack of words, a sexual intensity that came from one thing and one thing only, BDSM tendencies. From outside Amanda looked like the all American Professionals good girl wife but James saw something else and he would deal with that later.

James interrupted Amanda's thought process as he shooed her away, pompous ass she mumbled under her breath.

Excuse me Amanda, James sharply said. His voice and directness always caused a mixture of fear and excitement in her that she didn't understand.

"Oh nothing Sir, I thought I dropped my pen."

A sadistic grin came over James face when she answered Sir as he thought exactly Amanda that's what you will be calling me from now.

Amanda, James voice cut through the air. Look at me she turned, Yes Sir she answered.

From now on you are to call me Sir; he glared almost as if trying to stare her down. James could see the defiance in her eyes as he thought, "You little Bitch, by the time I'm done with you, you will begging to call me Sir."

Pompous ass, Amanda muttered again for some reason this guy brought out the worst in Amanda.

James watched as Amanda walked away and thought, "This is going to be fun."

James inter locked his fingers behind his head as his mind drifted off. Little Mrs. Goodie Two shoes was getting ready to get a rude awakening.

Amanda sat at her make-up getting ready for work.

"Remember dear you have TV Shoots Sunday, and I need you there. You know Amanda, that we have fans that watch because of you don't you?"

"I'll be there Dear Amanda answered," and then muttered under her breath, "I always am."

Amanda's thoughts wondered as she got ready, she had married a preacher because she wanted the stability but it had gotten down right boring. They had been married 17 years and Amanda some days felt as if it were ground hog day, one day running into the next.

This had been the reason that she had gotten a job, to rid her self of ground hog day. 

Amanda looked in the mirror and approved what she saw and she was beginning to notice, that men half her age did too.

Amanda was the type woman that would never even think of having any thing to do with a younger man, to put it simply in her mind they were boys.

James reached over and called Amanda to come in and translate. He didn't like for Amanda to catch him looking at her, didn't want to give her an edge but it was hard at times. To put it simply Amanda at forty eight years old looked like a run way model. All of his colleagues had something to say anytime they came for business, no wonder you hired her, James what are you up to? James would always answer and say the same thing "Too goody two shoes for me and then he would finish with, "She's married to a preacher." It always worked the guys would think frigid, uptight bitch, and be on to the next subject. 

As James watched Amanda come thru the door he couldn't help but think what Amanda would like bound and gagged. Um Yummy he thought those long ass arms and legs, he shook his head bringing him back to business.

He began to jabber and Amanda translated. She had to bite her tongue to keep from saying, "Give me a minute." Amanda had always been mouthy and more than once it had gotten her into trouble.

James sadistically eyed Amanda ,oh he had plans for this one. Amanda brought out a raw and primal side of James.

Standing at well over six foot and the whole tall dark and dangerous look going on, James could have just about any woman he wanted but James had to have a certain presence to grab his interest, a challenge if you will. A come and take me, and make me do things, bad girl things, and Amanda had that, and no matter how well she could hide it from her public, James could smell it on her and that's exactly what James was going to do Take Amanda.

Um, James thought to himself. I'm going to take you, and show you who you really are, and by the time that I'm done with you little girl, you'll be wearing my collar and leash.....

"I can't get out of it John, I have to go out of town, just shoot TV Thursday it isn't that big of a deal." Amanda tuned her Husband out, she knew that now would come the guilt trip, and the whining, so she did what she always did, disconnect.

Amanda was an odd sort. She kind of stumbled and bumbled around but she got the job done, which was the case today. She was late and dressed casually as she barely made the flight and seated herself next to her Boss in first class.

Normally James would have been an ass and made a potential sub sit in 2nd class seating but he wanted to toy with Amanda. And what better way to do it than on a flight to Mexico... 

"Amanda you are dressed inappropriately for business." James reached over with a sense of contempt, as he fingered her ripped jeans, "and a blazer with it Amanda?"

Before Amanda could stop herself she spewed out, "What Is that supposed to mean?"

James coldly eyed her as he said, "It means all or nothing! Either dress like a business woman or a bum he said as he fingered her jeans.

Amanda had a temper and she was pissed now, just who did this guy think that he was anyway?

She jerked his hand off of her leg and spat out, "Look Buddy I don't need this job."

James sadistically smiled and said, "You will address me as Sir!" He then added as he peered over his glasses at her, after this weekend, you young lady will change your mind about that....



The Boss



I've been thinking about an old boss of mine when I was a receptionist for an IT company. In some ways he was my Mr Grey, but at page 6 in the book/scene 3 of the film. He was controlling and stern but had a way about him that was also appealing and I could never figure it out. I always tried to bring out his 'human' side but he was always so staunchly private. There were days he would come in on his motorcycle with his leathers on and that would be a good day.

There was one occasion where I had typed up a letter for him. It was my first proper receptionist job [where you had to dress smartly] and I still had the habits that school had taught me. I walked into his huge office and gingerly walked up to the front of the desk and handed him the letter. Somehow I was scared of him -- a mix of him being 'the boss' and the general feeling of power he gave me. He took the letter from me and started to read.

________

"Come round to this side of the desk" He said. I did as I was asked, not having ever been round 'that side of the desk' before.

"Using tabs at the start of paragraphs, eh? That's a bit old fashioned." He said with a smirk, looking at the letter.

"Yes, well that's what they taught me in school." I nervously giggled.

He looked at it for a few moments more, I half expected him to bring out a red pen and start marking it up. He didn't though; he just gave it back to me and said.

"Yes, good, please sort the paragraphs out and print it on headed paper for me."

Looking back now, I wonder if that was part of some test I had unwittingly failed. He was never actually my direct boss; I always had an interim supervisor. If he had been my direct boss, and this was The Secretary, I wonder how it might have played out?

"Come in Claire, please shut the door behind you." Stephen sat behind his large foreboding desk. He continued tapping away on his laptop as I stood there uncomfortably wondering if I should pass the letter to him. Finally he looked up.

"Now then, the letter, let me see it." He said as he extended an arm and at the same time picked up his red pen in readiness. He started reading, tutting as he did so and used his red pen to mark the mistakes I had made. I just stood in the middle of the room, playing with my thumb.

"Don't do that." He suddenly said. I was startled.

"Do what?" I asked quietly.

"Pick at your thumb like that, I find it abhorrent." He replied as he continued to read.

I was embarrassed and felt myself flushing.

"Come around this side of the desk, I want to show you something." Stephen said calmly. I did as I was told and stood a respectable distance away.

"You see here, this spelling mistake?" He said.

I squinted from where I was, not really able to make out the words.

"If you can't see then I suggest you come closer, and maybe get some glasses." He said with a small grin.

Again I felt smarted but moved in closer. I peered at the letter; suddenly Stephen took my hand and started to inspect where I had been picking my thumb. I'd made it bleed a little bit. I tried to pull my hand away but he held firmly onto it and with his other hand pulled a clean tissue from the box on the desk. He wrapped the tissue around my thumb, taking off the excess. I watched him intently. It was an ordinary act but somehow it was also highly erotic.

"I've seen you looking at me in the office Claire." Stephen said as he continued to put pressure on the thumb, the spelling mistake apparently forgotten now. It's true, I had looked at him when he was in the office, I didn't think he'd noticed though and immediately started to flush again.

"Sorry, I..." I stammered, not really sure if I should deny it or just apologise for doing so.

"Don't be sorry, I like it, in fact I have been noticing you lately too, have you changed your hair, lost some weight?" He said, as he was taking away the tissue from my thumb and throwing it in the bin. I had actually lost some weight but again felt embarrassed by this sudden personal questioning. I stared at him with my hand still in his.

"I think your thumb is fine now." He said looking at me. "And yes, I do believe you're looking more trim recently." As he said this he let go of my hand and lightly touched my arse. It made me flinch slightly.

"Would you like to sit on my lap, Claire?" Stephen said softly. I was taken back by the question but also appreciated his direct approach.

"Yes, I would." I replied meekly and moving forward. He led me down to his lap with his hands on my arse then he slowly started to undo the buttons on my shirt with one hand.

"You're very pretty Claire, and I don't think you even know this yourself." He said as he continued to undo the buttons. The feel of his touch through the shirt and his other hand on my arse was already getting me very excited. My breathing deepened and again he had a small smirk on his face. He had undone my shirt to my navel and pushed it aside to reveal my lacy white bra. He ran his hand around my breast and gently rubbed my now erect nipple with his thumb.

"These, for instance, are very lovely indeed." Stephen said, referring to my breasts.

"Thank you." I said and then felt immediately embarrassed for doing so. Again he smiled.

I arched my back slightly against his touch, his hands felt masterful.

"You wear very sweet perfume at work Claire, it's very distracting." He said as he leaned in to my neck and kissed it lightly. I took a sharp intake of breath. He paused briefly before kissing me again, further down towards my breasts. The hand that he had on my arse had now moved to my back and was pushing me in towards him. I was helpless under his powerful grip, both in his arms and his charm. He muffled small grunts of approval into my heaving chest and put his hand high up on my thigh.

Suddenly Stephen stopped kissing and brought his head up in line with mine.

"I want you to kneel down now Claire, in between my legs, and I want you to undo my trousers and take what I have for you." He said directly to my face. I took a moment to process this. Out of curiosity and heady passion I decided to take his instruction. I wriggled off his lap and kneeled on the floor, pulling my tight smart skirt up around my hips as I did so. I put my hand on his bulging crotch and his breathing deepened. Carefully I undid the belt buckle on his trousers then the top button, followed by the zip. I did each action carefully and tried not to fumble. He looked down at me intently as I worked. With his trousers now open I could see his throbbing cock under the white cotton material of his yfronts and could see that he was a well-endowed man. Was it too much for me? I vaguely wondered. I rubbed his cock gently through the cotton and he moaned quietly. I looked up at him and he was staring at me with fire and desire in his eyes. My innocent demeanour soon dissolved and now all I wanted was his cock in my mouth.

I released his throbbing member from its cotton cage and licked and sucked it gently, moving further down the shaft a little at a time. As I sucked the top with my mouth, I gently played with his balls with my hand and stroked the shaft with the other. Stephen put his hands lightly on my head and pushed me gently down onto his cock. I enjoyed feeling him at the back of my throat and it made my clit throb with anticipation. My nipples were erect in my bra and desperate to escape and be pinched. Just as I was getting into it he pulled my head away and looked down at my face.

"I.. I didn't think you'd been that... enthusiastic about... giving head." Stephen said with a slightly shocked face. I looked at him and now it was my turn to give a small sideward's smile.

I stood up from the floor and stood in front of him. I undid his necktie and laid it on the desk looking at him knowingly as I did so. I undid the buttons on his shirt and pushed it to the side so I could see his tanned sculpted chest. For someone who worked in an office all the time he certainly did keep himself looking hot. I laid my hands on his chest then leant down and kissed him gently on the lips. He reciprocated and pulled me into him giving me a long, lingering kiss. He explored my mouth with his tongue and ran his fingers through my hair. He stood up and grabbed the necktie from the desk. Gently he wrapped it around both of my wrists and tied it so that I couldn't release myself.

"Lean onto the desk, please." He said to me. I did as I was told and I laid on the desk with my arse sticking in the air. The marble topped desk felt cool against my chest and arms. My hands found the opposite edge of the desk and I clung onto it. Stephen stood behind me with his hands on my arse then gave me a small spank. I yelped appreciatively.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked me.

"Yes, I did, you could even do it harder if you liked." Was my reply. He didn't need to be told twice and gave me a sharp spank in the middle of my arse, hitting my pussy under my tight skirt at the same time.

"Ugh!" I yelped out. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was smiling.

Then I felt his fingers around the hem of my skirt, lifting it up over my arse so it sat around my waist. Then he pulled my small white cotton panties down and helped me step out of them.

I felt very vulnerable stretched out on his table, my wrists tied and my naked arse protruding in mid air -- but at the same time I felt so turned on, being at his mercy.

He ran a hand down my back and on to my arse and then I could feel him kneel on the floor. He spread my legs using his hands then buried his face into my pussy. There was no warming up to it and I squealed slightly at the sudden intrusion. However after a moment I was falling apart under his expert tongue as he licked me from pussy to arsehole and back again, using every part of his mouth to pleasure me. My knees felt weak and in that position it all felt much more intense. He pushed my arse cheeks aside with his hands and licked and sucked out my arsehole then used one of his hands to gently rub my clit. I had to bite my lip to stop from shouting out too loudly as my head span with the wash of endorphins through my body.

Stephen stood up and kept a hand on the back of my arse, rubbing it gently. Then he gave me another sharp spank. Having already been pleasured orally the spank felt even more sensitive on my now bare pussy.

"I think you're good and ready now." Stephen said as I heard the knowing sound of a condom packet being ripped open. "Now, I want to make sure you're nice and quiet." He said to me. I didn't know if that was possible but agreed regardless.

He pushed the top of his cock inside me and gave two small thrusts.

"Oh please Stephen." I begged.

"You want more, do you?" He smirked back.

"Yes, please, please." I whispered back.

He obliged and pushed his whole length in before pulling back out. I was right, he is well endowed and it felt wonderful. He did two more shallow thrusts then deeply thrust again, and again. My legs slapped against the table as he thrust deeply again and I gave a small yelp. I could feel his hands on my hips and with the next thrust he spanked me again. He continued with the same rhythm of two shallow thrusts and one deep thrust and the difference in pressure kept me wanting more each time. Then he started to thrust deeply every time and grunt under his breath. I wanted to reach between my legs and rub my clit but the necktie was stopping that, instead I gripped onto the edge of the desk. Stephen massaged my arse and rubbed my arsehole gently with a thumb as he thrust.

"I'm going to come." He stammered, then a few seconds later he moaned out and with a final thrust he stilled and unloaded in my pussy. With a heavy sigh he bent forward onto my back and gently pulled himself out from inside me. I started to move my arms towards my body but he grabbed onto my wrists.

"I believe I owe you an orgasm." Stephen said to me and without letting me go he reached down and rubbed my clit with his hand while kissing my shoulders and back. I held onto the table and it didn't take long to feel the orgasm erupt inside of me. I wanted to collapse and close my legs but his fingers kept rubbing me and made me climax over and over. I wanted to yell out but had to bit my arm instead to control the shouts. Once it passed, it was my turn to lie gasping on the desk and as I did so he undid the tie from my wrists. He stood up and found my panties from the floor. I stood up gently, inspecting the marks on my thighs from the edge of the table. He saw them and stood in front of me with my panties. I was about to take them off him but then he kneeled on the floor in front of me again and helped me into my underwear. As he pulled them up he lightly kissed the marks on my thighs. My head started to swim again. As he pulled my panties all the way up my legs he gave my pussy one final lick and I gasped. He stood up and pulled my skirt down over my hips. He let his hands linger on my hips for a moment before pulling away and did up his own shirt and replaced his necktie.

"That was lots of fun for me Claire, I hope you enjoyed it?" Stephen said as he tidied some items on his desk.

"Yes, I did, very much." I replied, honestly.

"I would like it to happen again in that case, if you are willing." He said.

"I am very willing." I replied with a smile. He greeted that with his own sideward's smile.

"Now, get back to the office, Claire, it's nearly home time." He said as he sat back down at his desk.

"Yes, Stephen." And I trotted off to the ladies with a massive grin on my face to check I didn't look like I'd just been fucked by the boss.



The Boss



He maintained the kind of job that kicked his ass every day but kept the bills paid, the kind where nonsense words like paradigm and synergy were tossed around like wisdom. He was The Boss, and all day long he was expected to tell people what to do through a thin bullshit smile that fooled no one. They gave him the same bullshit smile back. It was all a hustle.

When he came home at night with the life sucked out of him, all he wanted was a beer and some quiet. He didn't expect the whole evening to himself, just long enough to recharge his batteries a little bit. A little time to shake the stink of being The Boss, to forget all the awful buzzwords and hideous faces.

But she wouldn't have it. Always right away with what color should we paint the guest room or should we plant azaleas next to the driveway or shaking her ass. Always shaking her ass. "Just let me have some quiet, for Christ sake," he said. "I don't want to make any more decisions. I don't want to do anything for anybody."

"You won't even get out of that chair to fuck me?" She purred, and she brushed against him.

"Baby, I've been fucked all day."

She stomped into the bedroom and fired up the computer. "You can't keep taking me for granted, Les. If you won't appreciate me somebody else will," she yelled.

"One less thing for me to worry about," Les said, and he took a big pull off his beer. Same shit, different night.

***

Weeks turned into months, the job grinding him during the day and the wife piling on at night. Everybody wanted a piece of him, a decision, an order, an instruction. Les started cutting out early in the afternoons and hitting the Panama for a couple of quick shots just so that he could face her. 

Wednesday afternoon rolled around. The bar's doors were locked. Les shook the doors, knocked, cupped his hands and peered through the windows. Pete, the day bartender, waved, unlocked the door.

"What's up, Les?"

"You tell me."

"Broken pipe. Water all over the place."

"What time you going to open?"

"Don't know, still waiting on the plumber."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Don't know, man. Go back to work."

Fuck that, Les thought. He jumped back into the big European sedan and pointed it toward the nightmare of a gated community he called home.

***

The house was quiet. He tossed his keys onto the low table by the door and walked to the kitchen for a beer. That's when he heard them, the first quick breaths - sh, sh, sh. He felt the blood rush to his crotch, the linen front of his slacks tighten. 

Les walked quietly toward the bedroom door. She hadn't closed it. He pressed himself against the hallway wall like a spy in a bad movie and peeked around the corner. She squinted, jaw clinched, shoulders moving rhythmically. He wanted to see her hands, her fingers taking charge of her sex, but he couldn't get her body into his sightline without moving in front of the doorway.

He slipped the cellphone out of his pocket and pressed record, then held it outstretched for a few seconds. His hands shook when he pressed play. It had been a long time since he saw her body as an object of desire: the flush of red that burst like flame across her chest when she was turned on, the soft curve of her breasts; the arc of her ribcage and the gentle slope to her deep navel. When they were dating he used to stick his finger in there until she giggled and slapped at his hand.

And on downward he followed her lean arms to her...head. A man's head bobbed between her legs, her palms on his temples, fingers absentmindedly stroking his hair. Les's stomach iced over. His heart beat quickly, and in the other room the quick breaths kept coming - sh, sh, sh. "You're so fucking good," she said to him. 

Les sat on the floor of the hallway for a moment, unsure what to do. He looked at his erection pushing hard against his work slacks, a dark stain forming where his penis involuntarily leaked. He quietly opened his fly and his cock burst out, red and angry. He rubbed the clear pre-ejaculate on his hard shaft and gripped it hard.

Sh. Sh. Sh. "I love how you eat my pussy."

Sh. Sh. Sh. "I love how you take charge. Make me yours..."

Nothing but the buzz in his head and the sensation in his cock mattered. He closed his eyes and gave in to the feeling. Time stopped.

"Who the fuck are you?" Les opened his eyes. His wife's friend stood in the doorway nude, muscular calves at Les's eye level. He followed the legs upward, past the menacing erection and the chiseled torso. The man's face still glistened with his wife's juices.

"I'm the husband," he said.

"What kind of man jerks off in the hallway while his wife is getting fucked? Get your ass in here." Les moved to fasten his pants. "I didn't say get dressed, I said get in here."

His wife lay outstretched, one knee up and fingertips stroking her mound. "Oh my God, you're hard. You're getting off on this," she laughed. "You look ridiculous with your pants around your knees."

"Those are men's pants. Don't no man listen to his lady getting fucked. Take them off."

"Listen, I don't know who you think-"

"Take them off," the man said. Les stepped out of his trousers.

"Oh, look at The Boss taking orders," his wife said. Les felt his face turn red. "Why are you blushing, baby? You shy?" His cock twitched.

"Man, I don't want to see that shit. Cover yourself up," the man said. He reached beside the bed and threw Les his wife's panties. Les placed them over his crotch like a napkin. "No, put them on."

"Please-"

"Do it." Les could hear his heart beating as he stepped into the lacy panties. "That looks about right for you," the man said, and he flipped Les's wife over and pulled her up onto her knees. He licked his hand and rubbed the head of his penis, then he buried it in the woman with one hard shove.

"Fuck," she said. "I love your cock."

"You love whose cock?" the man said.

"Yours."

"That's right. Not that little sissy motherfucker's, right?"

"Just yours, baby."

Les could hear her juices. He could hear the man's body slapping against his wife's ass. "Open your eyes, you little bitch. Are you crying?" the man said.

"The Boss is crying?" his wife said. "What's the matter, Les? You just need some quiet?"

"Look at him. He's jacking off again. You see me fucking your wife?"

"Yes," Les said.

"You can't see me over there. Come here, you little bitch. I didn't say stand up." Les crawled across the floor and kneeled beside the bed. "Get on your back and put your head under there so you can see."

"I don't want to see that," Les said.

"I didn't ask what you wanted," the man said. Les wriggle under his wife until his face was even with her cunt. The stranger's erection slid out slowly, stretching her labia. His cock glistened. He pulled out completely and her pussy gaped briefly like an open wound before healing itself. Their juices dripped off the tip of the man's cock and landed on Les's cheek.

"Put it back in," he said. Les grabbed the man's shaft and guided his head into her opening. She moaned, and Les involuntarily bucked his hips. The man drove into her hard and fast. Her moaning turned to laughter. 

"What are you laughing at, baby?" 

"He just looks so fucking pathetic in my panties."

"You like that?" the man said, and he pulled out of her. "Take off your shirt, bitch," he said to Les, and he threw him his wife's lace camisole. "Stand up and put this on."

Les stood in front of them, cock bulging in his wife's panties while they laughed at him. "Make him put on my lipstick," his wife said.

*** 

The job didn't get any better, but Les never went back to the Panama after that. He still spent his days as The Boss, but now he spent his nights on the big dog pillow next to his masters' bed and somehow that made it okay.



The Boss



Ms. Brennan was the most peculiar combination of frigid ice queen and shameless cocktease Andy had ever met in his life.

On the one hand, she wore the shortest little skirts and the tallest high heels (the kind that drove Andy crazy, with the thin straps around the ankles) to the bank each and every day, always left the top three buttons of her tight blouse open to reveal plenty of deep, creamy cleavage, and fastidiously kept her make-up and long, dark hair as perfect as a Playboy Playmate ready to step in front of a photographer's camera.

Worse still, she had no qualms about leaning across his desk while he worked to issue him orders, letting those ample tits hang down in front his face, or bending over at the waist to retrieve something from a low shelf or drawer, so that the thin fabric of that skintight, microscopic skirt rode as high up on her delicious rump as physically possible without exposing the panties whose lines were always so clearly defined beneath. In fact, being the senior manager and the only member of the staff with keys to the branch office, she made a big show every morning of being the last to arrive at work, so all of the employees standing out front waiting to get in could get a good view of her bending over and retrieving her briefcase and purse from her car's backseat.

On the other hand, all of these wanton displays of shameless lasciviousness were accompanied by an aloofness and purposeful distance that bordered on snobbery. When she spoke to her employees, she was curt to the point of condescension, her tone as warm as a February evening in northern Alaska. For all her willingness to expose copious amounts of luscious, alabaster flesh to her subordinates, she rarely ever looked on in the eye, or gave even the slightest verbal indication that she had any interest in them as co-workers or fellow human beings. It was as if she deeply resented having to share her work day with such lowly beings, and only showed off so much of her fantastic body because she felt it was an effective way of getting a little extra effort out of them.

For Andy, days at the bank were excruciating, his poor cock as hard as granite and straining painfully and continuously against his slacks from 8 to 4, without respite.

Like all of the other men (and a few of the women) at the branch, he'd tried warming up to his comely boss, hoping against hope that the upper crust of ice would melt away and he could get a crack at the soft, warm stuff underneath. When his efforts failed just as utterly as those of his co-workers, he'd taken to spending his coffee breaks and lunch hour in a bathroom stall, furiously pumping his beleaguered cock to climax. Unfortunately, no matter how often or thoroughly he relieved the agonizing tension in his bloated balls, the moment he returned to his desk and tried to resume his work, he'd spy Ms. Brennan climbing a step stool to retrieve something off a high shelf or absently fingering her nipple through her blouse as she combed through reports and his aching hard-on would return with a vengeance.

It eventually reached a point where even the savage fucking he'd take home to his unknowing (and uncomplaining!) girlfriend Allison each night was not enough to quench his maddening lust for his insanely hot yet cruelly cold supervisor. He started having dreams about her, feverish night flights in which she'd call him into her office for a performance review, which she would inexplicably conduct while greedily fellating a huge, dripping grape popsicle or furiously working out both flickering wrists with flesh-colored Shake Weights. Sometimes in the dreams, she wore her everyday form-fitting business attire. Others, she was clad in a black bikini, or nothing at all save the ankle-strapped stilettos. On one particularly restless evening, following a date in which he and Allison watched a Harry Potter movie on Blu-Ray, the dream version of Ms. Brennan came clad in the accoutrement of a naughty English schoolgirl, oiling up a very thick, curved wooden wand with both hands as she read his evaluation. Andy had to fuck Allison twice the next morning before heading off to the bank, yet still found himself nursing another debilitating boner by 8:15.

The breaking point for poor Andy came in the sixth month of his employment as the bank's Junior Accounts Representative. Following a particularly difficult day during which Ms. Brennan repeatedly demonstrated a sudden, voracious affinity for bananas, he feigned sick and left work early to hurry home to the sweet, if temporary, relief of his girlfriend's tender pussy. 

Unfortunately, he arrived to find the guy from the apartment down the hall already enthusiastically availing himself of that warm, wet orifice and its ball-draining benevolence, opening the front door to find dear, sweet Allison on all fours on the living room floor, getting fucked so hard from behind that there were tears streaming down her flushed cheeks and praises worthy of a Southern Baptist revival spilling from her whore mouth. So enraptured was his beloved by the thick dick plunging in and out of her cheating twat that she didn't even hear the door open.

Andy couldn't even speak at that moment. He simply turned in a stunned daze and shuffled back down the hall, leaving the door to their apartment open so anyone who walked by would have a clear, unobstructed view of the girl he loved gleefully milking the jizz out of someone else's cock with her dirty little cunt. 

Distraught, he climbed back into his car and reflexively drove back to the bank, never entirely aware of where he was going or why, and nearly causing two major collisions on the way. The branch was, of course, deserted when he arrived, so he just sat there in his car, replaying the gut-wrenching scene in his mind over and over again for hours.

When grief and disbelief gave way to anger, he called Allison and told her, in these exact words, "Go fuck yourself, you filthy goddamn slut!" Then he hung up the phone and headed to a bar across the street, where he proceeded to order one rum and Coke after another until last call. As he pounded back each successive drink, the world became fuzzier and more surreal. At several points during the binge, however, he found himself surprised by the fact that no matter how angry and hurt he was over Allison's despicable betrayal, he couldn't fully push thoughts of Ms. Brennan and her delectable body out of his inebriated mind.

Andy drank until Last Call, then convinced the bartender to sell him a bottle to take with him. He staggered out into the chilly night and returned to his car, where he sat drinking the cheap rum until he passed out, visions of his brunette boss' mouth-watering backside and long, lovely legs swirling around in his head. 

A loud knock on the window jarred him from a fantastic dream about Ms. Brennan cleaning the brass trim around the teller's stations with her tongue. He sat bolt upright, peering out through bleary, bloodshot eyes to see Trey, one of the tellers, smiling in at him.

"Wake up, buddy," Trey's muffled voice came smugly through the glass. "Time to make the donuts!"

As the laughing teller returned to the gaggle of employees waiting outside the locked double doors, Andy realized that it was morning. He'd spent the whole night in his car, and now had just minutes to collect himself before his shift began! The thought pulled him the rest of the way out of his alcohol-enhanced slumber, adrenaline racing into his veins, his heart kicking into overdrive. Though he was still quite inebriated from the night's bender, he could not afford to lose his job less than one day after losing his girlfriend.

Rummaging quickly through his glove compartment, Andy retrieved a comb and his emergency bottle of mouthwash. As he frantically swished the stinging, mint liquid around in his mouth to kill the pungent odor of booze, he ran the plastic bristles through his disheveled hair until the person staring red-eyed back at him in the rearview mirror looked a little less like he'd just rolled out of bed. Spitting the mouthwash into an empty Burger King cup still nestled in the dashboard drink holder, he exhaled into a cupped hand and smelled the results, satisfied that his breath would pass until he'd had the chance to drink a few gulps of much needed water from the fountain inside. With a quick straightening of his clothes and two brisk slaps across the cheek to finishing waking him, he stepped clumsily out of the car and into the blinding morning light.

He was a few uneasy steps away from his vehicle before he realized that Ms. Brennan had pulled in just before he got out, and was a little more than arm's length away as she prepared for her morning ass-wiggling backseat ritual. 

Clearly, she hadn't realized when she parked and got out that not all of her employees were queued at the doors, as she appeared not to notice Andy approaching when she threw open her sedan's rear door and started in headfirst.

Watching her bend over and crawl halfway into the car, one leg bent up with a knee resting on the upholstered seat, one spiked heel pointing straight back at him, Andy felt the stiffness returning to his loins. His dry mouth began to fill with saliva at the sight of her thick butt jutting out at him, so close he could almost touch it. Still drunk or not, his insatiable cock was suddenly fully alert and hungry for fresh meat, and the prey it wanted more than any other was no more than three short feet away.

Apparently oblivious to Andy's proximity, the icy bank manager let her bulbous bottom sway gently back and forth as she gathered her things from the backseat, the dark grey fabric of her skirt riding up its appetizing, round slopes until Andy could see her pubic mound, covered in pink silk, through the three-inch slit in the skirt's back. He froze for a moment, staring at that miniscule skirt barely concealing that hypnotically wriggling ass and those oh-so-exposed, oh-so-easily-removed panties providing only the most superficial defense for that wondrous pussy. He thought about all the days and weeks and months that ass and that pussy had driven him insane with lust, all the painful boners he'd had to jerk into submission in the men's' room because of them, all the countless times he'd wasted his animal desire for those alluring orifices on the unfaithful snatch and lying mouth of his bitch ex-girlfriend. He stared at that magnificent, mouth-watering rump that was being waved so cavalierly in his face, thought about all that had happened to him in the last twelve hours, and boldly stepped forward.

With a flick of his wrist, the grey skirt came up, exposing the frilly pink triangle of soft cloth which could barely contain the creamy cheeks of Ms. Brennan's breathtaking bottom. 

"What?" Ms. Brennan blurted out, startled by the unexpected contact.

As Andy freed his hard-on from his trousers with one hand, he clutched at the elastic of his boss' lace undies with the other, ripping them down over her buttocks with such force that they tore and fell away. Her pussy was pink and perfect and neatly shaved, just as he thought it would be. He could hear his co-workers gasping and laughing in surprise behind him.

"Mr. Sanderson!" Ms. Brennan cried, "What the Hell do you think you're..."

Andy didn't hold back. With one fierce thrust, he drove the full length of his nine-inch staff into her fist-tight twat, forcing its clenched muscles to stretch to their limit to accommodate every inch of his tortured, bloated rod.

"Oh, fuck!" came the breathless reply from Ms. Brennan, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth contorted into a perfect O. 

Andy grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, leering down at those gorgeous cheeks as they pressed so tight into his waist that his metal belt buckle pushed against the puckered sphincter of her beautiful anus. He held her there for a long moment, savoring the exhilarating, electrifying feel of her soft, slick cunt encasing his engorged member, relishing the fact that her long-coveted vaginal canal was infinitely tighter and hotter and more exquisite than he 'd ever imagined.

Then he drew his pelvis back, pulling his broad bone slowly out until only its head remained enveloped in her puffy lip folds and a guttural gasp spilled from her mouth, and began fucking the cock-teasing Ice Queen of First Municipal Finance like there was no tomorrow.

Right there in front of God, his co-workers, and the 4700-plus morning commuters who passed by on West Elm every weekday morning, Andy rammed his giant cock in and out of his helpless supervisor's defenseless slit over and over again, as hard as he possibly could. In and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, his prick growing thicker and longer with each pass along the silky, straining walls of her deep love hole. Drunk as he still was, he felt the grasping, squeezing, cooze-lubed sides of that fantastic cavern more acutely than he'd ever felt a cunt or mouth on his cock before.

The cold, aloof Ms. Brennan was suddenly nowhere to be found, the ruthless cocktease who'd driven Andy to this desperate act now moaning and urging him on like the rapacious whore he'd always dreamed she'd be. "Oh God, fuck me, baby!" she shouted, eliciting catcalls and howls of raucous laughter from the rest of her staff members, and an even more merciless savagery from the one clutching her waist and filling her full of still-growing man meat. "You're splitting me in half!" she cried as Andy hammered ferociously into her velvet box. "Split me in half with that big fucking cock!"

In to the hilt and out to crown, Andy pumped and pumped, pleasure dancing up the thousands of nerves in his swelling dick and back down again, his balls drawing tightly up against his groin as they prepared to unleash their torrent of spunk. Six months of unrelenting pressure was building to critical mass inside him, Ms. Brennan's buttery cunt muscles and bucking, grinding hips working feverishly to siphon every last drop of his warm, frothy seed from his hose.

Cars passing by were honking, people shouting their approval and encouragement out their windows. Two of Andy's co-workers were arguing over whether they should join in the fun. In his pocket, his cell phone was ringing - Allison's ring tone. The bank should have opened three minutes ago. 

Andy didn't care about any of it. He didn't care if he lost his job, went to jail, or never stuck his dick in another woman again. All he cared about was fucking this teasing, torturing bitch of a boss in her delicious little dick dock until she milked his poor, tormented pecker dry. She was going to take it (and she was!), she was going to like it (and she did!), and she was going to be left wet and sore and sorry for spending the last 28 weeks driving him batshit insane when she could have been getting this kind of deep, merciless dicking every goddamn morning!

As the world started to go white and he felt the imminent ecstasy of release, Andy did one last thing he'd wanted to do ever since first getting hired by the alluring but alienating Ms. Brennan – he pulled his primed cock out of her slippery cunt shaft and rammed it right through the tiny opening of her anal sphincter.

"Oh oh OHHHHH!" cried Ms. Brennan, her eyes clenching shut so tight that tears streamed from them.

Andy grinned maniacally down at that incredible ass and sank his entire enormous trunk into it, balls slapping hard against the dripping, gaping lips of her twat below.

The other employees behind them were now hooting and high-fiving one another, like high school kids telling dirty tales about their classmates in a locker room. Passing drivers were starting to pull into the lot, in hopes of getting a better view of the show. Flashes from cell phone cameras were going off all around.

Ms. Brennan suddenly convulsed, every muscle in her body instantly petrifying and going as unyieldingly rigid as the cock buried deep in her colon, a long stream of spittle falling from the corner of her gaping, lipsticked mouth. The sounds that bellowed forth from her throat were not words or even grunts, but guttural, primal exclamations, like the howling of someone who has completely lost control of their mental faculties. She was cumming, harder and more violently than Andy had ever seen or felt anyone cum before, and he stood there pushing his massive shaft as far up into her belly as it would go as she bucked and writhed and came all over him. He could feel a jet of liquid squirt from her cunt and splatter across his slacks as she contorted in ecstasy, the warm, moist fabric of his puss-soaked trousers clinging to his thigh widening the smile on his face.

She came again and again like that, squirting and flailing and roaring her unrestrained pleasure at the glorious agony of having her tiny little asshole ripped apart at the seams by a truly gigantic cock. As close as he'd been to his own orgasm, Andy now found himself content to stand and watch as his brunette boss pressed her ass back as hard as she could onto his impaling sword and blew her wad over and over again, each spraying, shrieking spasm more intense and feral than the last.

Only when her curvaceous body went limp and she slumped forward onto the seat did he start to piston his turgid meat in and out of that tiny anal orifice, spreading those flushed cheeks wider and wider, jacking himself off with her poor, overstretched sphincter muscle. She groaned and squealed as he drove in and drew out, but he no longer cared how she felt. It was his turn to cum, and it had been a long time coming, indeed.

"You like it up that sweet ass, Ms. Brennan?" he snarled, thrusting harder and harder, feeling her ass drawing the jism up the length of his phallus and into the launch position. "You like getting that dick-teasing ass pounded right out here in broad daylight, like it deserves?"

She couldn't answer. He couldn't have cared less.

His cock plunged in, her rectum gripping it like a slick, hot fist. He pulled back out, the smooth walls of her anal highway delightfully resistant to any motion indicating withdrawal. Back in, back out, back in again, fingers digging into her hips, pressure building in his thick helmet. Her asshole pulled at him, ground on him, forcing the cum to the top. The heart-shaped globes of her pink buttocks opened and eagerly swallowed his searing, electrified manhood. He was so close his head hurt.

"Take it out so I can suck it dry," Ms. Brennan purred. And before he could react, she was withdrawing and turning around on the seat, sitting half out of the car so she could take his primed cock into her mouth and swallow his cum.

"Mmmmm," she purred as she slid her red lips over the thick erection, sucking the taste of her own ass off of it. 

That was all Andy could take. He was two-thirds of the way down her waiting throat, his hands just taking hold of the sides of her pretty little head, when a the load inside his swollen cock erupted from his piss hole, his body rocked by tremor after white-hot tremor of thunderous, jolting pleasure. He blasted the first molten stream of jizz into her esophagus and she swallowed it without the slightest hint of difficulty or resistance. Then another shot forth, and another, and still another, each one spilling deep in Ms. Brennan's mouth and being instantly swallowed into her happy belly with a low, muffled gulping sound.

The Earth was crimson and swirling, Andy reeling from the mind-shattering orgasm. Ms. Brennan kept right on sucking away at his cock for several long seconds after he'd unloaded the last of his goo down her gullet. She hummed as she worked on the freshly drained staff, as though she was still very much enjoying the residual flavor of her own dripping orifices on its veined, ruddy flesh. 

When she finally pulled the dick from her mouth, sustaining the suction so that even her other employees could hear it pop as it came free, she looked up at Andy and flashed a feline grin with her freshly fucked lips. 




The Boss



"I hate small talk, Sanderson," she said, as if to explain the months of cold shoulders and dismissive tones. "Can't stand it. Hate chit-chat, banter, water cooler gossip, and office friendships. No use for any of it! But you know what I love?"

Andy just smiled down at her, still very drunk and wholly delirious from climaxing down her silken, suckling throat.

"Cocks, Sanderson," Ms. Brennan continued. "I love cocks. Can't get enough of 'em." She gave his still inflated phallus a loving stroke with her hand. "Especially really, really big cocks, like this very impressive fellow here. And I have been waiting a very long, long time for someone – anyone - in this damned branch to quit trying to chat me up and just ram a nice, big hard one into me!"

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"If you'd just done this six months ago," she continued, "I could have been draining your big old balls for you five days a week!"

Andy's mouth gaped. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he said. "I could have..."

"No chit-chat," Ms. Brennan barked, giving his still half-erect prick a playful tap on the head with one crimson-nailed finger. "We've got to get inside and get this bank open. Besides," she said as she helped him tuck his pecker back into his pants, "with your promotion to my personal secretary, effective immediately, you've got a lot more fucking to do before this day is over!"



The Boss



I awoke to a throbbing headache. Every heartbeat was an explosion of pain. It took all the strength I had just to sit up. My head spun for a second before I allowed my eyes to flutter open. Tears blurred my vision, making the world appear as a distorted mess. All I could see were colors and shapes.

I tried to speak, but only a faint squeal escaped. My throat was dry, keeping the words that difficultly formed within my brain from reaching the outside world. I tried a few more times before finally giving up.

I began to panic. Where was I? How had I gotten here? And why was my head throbbing?

It took a while for the confusion caused by my brutal return to reality to fade. By then, my vision had returned and I was finally able to study my surroundings.

I sat on the floor of a high-end office. A few pieces of furniture were present, but the room was for the most part empty. Whoever owned it had clearly just moved in. My gaze instinctively travelled to the black, hardwood desk, but the leather chair that stood behind it faced away from me. I couldn't tell if it was occupied or not.

I continued my inspection. I noticed a lamp standing in one of the corners. Its light only partly illuminated the room, keeping the rest of it bathed in darkness. A few file cabinets stood in another corner. The final two shapes stood on either side of the boor.

They looked human, but seemed frozen in place. They just stood there, motionless. Their bodies were bathed in darkness and all I could see were blurry shapes. I stared at them for a while before finally noticing their shoulders shifting ever so slightly as they inhaled and exhaled. They were alive.

I opened my mouth to beg for their help, but the words died in my throat when I realized they were probably responsible for my current confusion. The size of their frames told me any hope of escape was foolish. If they were indeed keeping me captive, freedom would remain but a hopeful dream.

I sensed their stares on me and felt a shiver run across my skin. This brought to light a fact I had up until now failed to notice.

I was naked.

Every inch of my young body was uncovered, making me feel even more vulnerable than I already did. I pulled my knees to my chin and hugged my legs. It helped warm me, but shivers still tickled my spine. I suspect they had something to do with the intense fear that filled me.

It took a moment before my dread faded enough for my brain to start functioning again. I took a second to revise my current situation. I had awoken to naked captivity in a dark and mysterious office. But how had I gotten here? And why?

"Don't be afraid." The voice emerged from the darkness, making me jump. My gaze instinctively travelled to the two human statues, but neither of them had moved. They seemed more like guards than conversationalists. Whoever had just spoken was somewhere else in the room.

I glanced around for a moment before a movement caught my eye. The desk chair was slowly spinning, gradually revealing the man sitting on it. He was old—probably in his mid to late forties. The coldness of his gaze sent another shiver dancing across my skin. There was something familiar about the man, but I was too terrified to piece the puzzle together.

"Here," said the man as he leaned forward and outstretched one of his arm. His hand clutched a glass of water. I stared at it, then at him. I could tell he was not the type of man to accept defiance, but the anger that had up until now been suppressed by my fear finally bubbled to the surface.

Forgetting about my lack of clothes, I leapt up and yelled something that was meant as an insult. But my throat was still dry and only a pathetic wheezing was heard.

I expected the man to smile, but he remained impassive.

"Take it," he insisted, nodding to the glass.

I eyed it suspiciously, but my thirst eventually won out. Rushing over to the desk, I snatched the glass from the man's hand and downed it in only a few gulps. A relieved sigh escaped me as I regained the ability to speak. The water had also helped diminish the intensity of my headache. Only two problems now remained: My lack of clothes and my mysterious captivity.

I focused on the man behind the desk. The sensation of déjà vu yet again gained me. I knew this man, yet my scattered brain refused to reveal his identity. I once more took in my surroundings, but that did little to help elucidate the mystery. Perhaps the answer lay somewhere in the past.

Ignoring the three men that stared at my naked body, I closed my eyes and focused on remembering every detail leading to my current situation.

I started with the basics. My name was Candice Swan. I was eighteen and still a virgin. And I had just been accepted into the college of my dreams. Aside from that, everything was a blur.

My eyes fluttered open and my gaze landed on the man behind the desk. The sight of his grim expression acted like an electroshock, igniting a flurry of memories that made my heart race with fear.

I knew who this man was. I had never met him, but I knew exactly who he was. His name was Frank Mazolla and he was the biggest crime boss this city had ever known. People spoke of him in hushed tones and fear gripped the citizens each time a particularly heinous crime was committed. The man had been arrested hundreds of times, yet not once had he set foot in a prison cell. He had connections, the type of connections that made him the most powerful and feared man in the city.

As terrifying as the man's reputation was, it was the memory of a particular newspaper article that made my heart skip a beat. According to law enforcement, dozens of young women—all of them eighteen years of age—had mysteriously gone missing around him. No one knew what happened to them, but they were never seen again.

The shock of my discovery made my fingers lose their stiffness. The glass slipped from my hand and crashed to the ground. I expected it to shatter, but it simply clattered to the floor and rolled under the desk.

The crime boss stared at me. I stared back. Silence filled the room. My hands started to tremble. Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. Tears filled my eyes.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"What will you do to me?" I asked. I was surprised by the forcefulness of my voice.

The mobster didn't react. He just sat there, staring at me.

I didn't know what to do, so I simply stood there and waited. I wanted to cover myself up, but I knew it would be interpreted as a sign of weakness. I couldn't afford to look weak.

"I won't hurt you," finally said the man. Relief washed through me. "Unless you're a bad girl. Bad girls get punished."

The sigh of relief forming within me died in my throat. Fear shot through me again, now more intense than ever. I was so terrified I barely even noticed the man open one of the desk drawers. It wasn't until he handed me the item he retrieved from it that I realized what was about to happen.

"Put it on." His voice was firm, but polite. My eyes landed on the item he kept balanced on his open palm. It was a black leather collar. Attached to it was a long leash. Its purpose was obvious.

I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. I just stood there, staring in the collar in disbelief. Its presence, combined with my lack of clothes and my virginity left no doubt in my mind as to the nature of the events about to unfold. I was the latest in a long line of beautiful young women to vanish under mysteriously circumstances. No one knew what had happened to my predecessors, but I feared it involved a lot of pain. All I could do was play along. Either I would satisfy the boss so thoroughly he chose to let me go or I would die in the most pain-free manner possible. It was a grim through, but it was the only one that filled me with a meager sense of hope.

My hand trembled as I reached for the collar. The boss's gaze remained fixed on me. His face was impassive and his hand remained perfectly still. He had done this countless times before and, unlike me, he knew exactly what was coming. All I could do was play along and hope for the best. 

I took the collar and brought it up to my neck. The leash unrolled. One end was attached to the collar, the other remained in possession of my captor. He watched with a complete lack of emotion as I slipped the collar around my neck and slipped the prong into the middle hole.

"Tighter," said the boss. His voice was void of emotion.

I pulled the collar tighter and once again slipped the prong into a hole.

"Tighter."

I gave the man a pleading glance, but he ignored it. I slipped the prong into the only remaining hole. It was now so tight I felt a constant strain against my neck. I could still breathe freely, but the leather against my skin was a constant reminder of my total and utter lack of power. My captor had complete control over me and he wanted me to know it.

He tugged on the leash. I followed, almost stumbling forward in the process. I quickly regained my balance and let the boss reel me in. He kept pulling until only a foot of leash remained.

"Get on all fours." He said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The thought of debasing myself to such an extent repulsed me, but my dignity had already been shattered when I had agreed to wear the collar. I grit my teeth and did as told.

My captor said nothing for the longest time. He just held the leash tight and stared straight ahead like we was observing something of indescribable beauty. Only there was nothing there.

I stood there, wondering how long I would be asked to remain on all fours. Within minutes, my knees had begun to throb. The floor was made of hardwood and the blood was pooling in my legs, making them go numb. My elbows soon began to shake, though I could not tell if it was from exhaustion or fear. All I knew for sure was that I could not hold this position for much longer. Just when I was about to crumble to the floor, the boss finally gave me permission to stand.

"Sit," was all he said. His chair swiveled toward me and he gently patted his lap. My heart began to race at the thought of sitting in the lap of the most feared man in the city, but I knew refusing to do so would be far more dangerous.

As soon as I was seated on the man's thighs, he began petting me. Only he didn't pet my hair. He pet my back, as it I were some sort of an animal. Given the collar I was wearing, the man's demands were beginning to make sense. He wanted me to pretend to be an animal. His skin was ice cold and made my hair stand on end, but I resisted the urge to shy away from his touch. The safest thing to do was play along and hope he allowed me to live.

He pet me for a while, his gaze focused on nothing in particular. It was an odd feeling to be treated like a pet, but I preferred it to the pain that would undoubtedly have followed a refusal to play along.

"Get off," he finally said. I instantly hopped off, all too happy to put an end to the weird animal roleplaying.

My relief was short-lived. 

"Sit on the desk."

The massive hardwood desk stood behind me, so all I had to do was lean back, place my hands atop it and lift myself onto it. A shiver ran through me as the cold surface made contact with my body. The boss and I now stood across from each other.

"Spread your legs."

My heart skipped a beat. There could only be one reason why he would ask me to do this. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I slowly spread my legs, revealing the tight, clean-shaven pussy that stood between them. My captor eyed it with great interest, a barely noticeable smile curling his lips as he did.

"Play with yourself."

Part of me was relieved that was all I was being asked to do. Another part suddenly felt self-conscious. I glanced over my shoulder at the two guards. They still stood there, perfectly still.

"Don't worry about them," said the man. My nervousness had clearly not gone unnoticed. "They will do whatever I tell them to." To prove his point, he gestured for the two men to step forward. They did, emerging from the shadows for the very first time.

I almost gasped at the sight of them. Now that their faces were revealed, I realized they were more than similar in shape and size. They were identical. They were twins. Even their clothes—black suits that could barely contain their bulging muscles—were identical. Their heads were completely shaved and their jaws square. Their eyes were emotionless, but behind that emotionlessness stood cruelty.

"Tom," said the boss. "Punch your brother in the face." Tom—the left twin—didn't even hesitate before clocking his sibling in the face. The brother didn't flinch, not even when blood began pouring from his nose. He just stood there, emotionless as ever, until he and his brother were given permission to return to their posts. Moments later, the darkness swallowed them once more.

I could hardly believe what I had just witnessed. My captor's demonstration did more than simply prove how tough and uncaring the twins were. It also showed me how powerful they were. If I did anything to displease the boss, the guards would not hesitate to bring their wrath down upon me. Unlike the wounded twin, I knew I could never survive such a blow. I was now more determined than ever to obey the boss's every command.

I did not wait for him to repeat the order. I lowered my hand to my pussy and began slowly teasing my clit. My heart was racing madly, though it had nothing to do with the sexuality of the situation. I continued teasing my slit, massaging the labia one second and flicking the clit the next. A little arousal snuck into my body, but the fear that filled me kept me from enjoying the feel of my fingertips brushing against my opening. Thankfully, my captor seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Insert a finger."

My heart skipped a beat, but I did as told as if nothing had happened. I slid it deeper and deeper until every last inch had been swallowed up. I couldn't believe how wet I was. Perhaps the fear was acting as a boosting agent, making my arousal more potent. All I knew was that I had only been asked to insert the finger. I kept it buried within my wet slit until I was asked to do otherwise.

"Pull it out and lick it."

I had pleasured myself countless times, yet I had never once tasted myself. I guess there's a first time for everything. I gently retracted my finger and brought it up to my lips. I slowly slipped it into my mouth and closed my lips around it. I used my tongue to lick the pre-cum from the appendage. I almost moaned when I realized how sweet it was. Part of me regretted having waited this long to try it while another was simply relieved something good was coming out of all of this.

The boss waited until I was done before giving his next command. "Finger yourself. With two fingers." I lowered my hand to my pussy and slipped two fingers into it. I almost moaned when the digits began gliding in and out of me. Not because I was turned on, but simply out of habit. Thankfully, it was one I quickly learned to suppress. It was in silence that I fingered myself, slowly increasing the speed with each new penetration.

I expected my captor to begin stroking his cock through the fabric of his tailor-made pants, but he just sat there and stared at me, emotionless as ever. I had no idea how a man could be this cold and unfeeling, but I preferred this to an overzealous man who couldn't keep his hands to himself.

I kept going until something unexpected happened. I started to enjoy myself. It was such a familiar feeling I almost didn't realize what was going on. By the time I did, it was too late. I was turned on and nothing short of a miracle would keep me from climaxing. Part of me was repulsed by my behavior, yet another was relieved the fear that had inhabited me ever since my brutal return to reality was finally gone. The arousal coursing through my veins was all I could now feel.

At first I tried to resist it, but it quickly became evident that would be impossible. I'm not quite sure when it happened, but I eventually gave in to it. Moments later, I was moaning blissfully. My eyes rolled back in my head and my head was thrust back. My breasts rose and feel to the rhythm of my rapid breaths. An orgasm began to sneak up on me. It was only a matter of time before it took hold of me and brought me to climax.

It was not meant to be. Moments before reaching the point of no return, the boss's voice filled my ears. "Stop," it said. I tried to obey, knowing what would happen if I didn't, but my body refused to response. My fingers continued darting in and out of me, luring my orgasm ever closer. I struggled to regain control of my body, but it was useless.

I continued to fight, but it was becoming increasingly obvious I would not regain control in time. But then something made contact with my face. It was cold and felt oddly familiar. It was a hand. Pain shot through me and put an immediate end to my lack of control. Instantly, I yanked my fingers from my slit.

"I'm sorry," I apologized as soon as my eyes flew open. They were filled with fear. So was the rest of my body. My captor didn't respond. He just stared at me, unblinking. I instinctively lowered my gaze, hoping such a sign of submission would be enough to convince him to spare me.

It was.

Acting like nothing had happened, the man gave his next command. "Approach." I didn't understand its meaning until I realized it was meant for the two bodyguards. I turned to them just as they emerged from the darkness. The one who I knew not the name had stopped bleeding. The blood had been wiped away, leaving only a slight swelling as proof of his injury.

"Remove your pants," instructed the boss. Fear shot though me as my mind began to race in search of a non-sexual explanation for such a request. None were revealed. I watched in horror as the twins untied their shoes and removed their socks, before slipping out of their respective pants. The final pieces of clothing to leave their muscular bodies were their boxers. Another lightning bolt of terror shot through me at the sight of their cocks. They were large, though far less impressive than their physiques indicated. Still, I doubted a young little thing like me could handle either one of those members, let alone both.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I started to run out of air. Inhaling deeply, I did my best not to stare at the guards' shafts. I only now noticed they were half erect, proof that they had enjoyed watching me pleasure myself. Realizing this chased away the last few shreds of arousal from my body. Only fear and repulsion remained.

"I assume you know what to do." It was my captor who had spoken.

I honestly had no idea what he expected of me, but I was afraid to admit it. I simply nodded and slipped off the desk. I slowly made my way around it. Since the boss did nothing to stop me, I assumed I was doing the right thing and kneeled before the twins. My face was now less than a foot from their cocks. They twitched in anticipation.

I feared I knew what was expected of me, but I wanted to give the boss one final chance to change his mind before it was too late. I peered back at him over my shoulder. I expected him to just sit there and stare at me with that emotionless expression of his. Instead, he nodded. It was only a slight nod, but it was enough to crush the last shreds of hope I had left. I now knew for sure what was expected of me.

I turned back around and focused on the cocks that stood before me. They looked even larger than before. More out of desperation than curiosity, I glanced up at the twins. They just stood there, staring down at me emotionlessly. With that, I knew my fate was sealed. Either I sucked their cocks or their boss would allow them to pummel me to death. For a split second, I considered letting them end my life, but then my survival instinct kicked in and, suddenly, all that mattered was living to see another day. Taking advantage of this to overcome the fear that gripped me, I reached out with both hands and wrapped five fingers around each member.




The Boss



I was still a virgin, which meant I had never before touched a cock—let alone two. I was surprised by how hot they were. I also felt the blood course the veins that riddled them as I wrapped my fingers around them. I chose to believe the best way to proceed was to get through this as quickly as possible. Hopefully it would be over before my repulsion outweighed my fear. If that happened, this would be my first and last sexual encounter.

I began moving my hands up and down the length of the shafts. Each stroke lured more blood to the members, making them grow in both length and rigidity. It took only a few seconds before they were both fully erect. As soon as I was confident they wouldn't go soft on me, I picked one at random and let go of it. Acting before my body could realize what I was up to, I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the tip of the shaft.

The cock shuddered as I forced it deeper and deeper into my mouth. I kept going until it reached my uvula. Once that happened, I pulled back and began swaying back and forth. The shaft felt even hotter in my mouth, but my saliva helped cool it down. It was the perfect temperature. In a matter of seconds, I had grown accustomed to the sway of my body and the slight saltiness of my sexual partner's member. Giving a blowjob had now become second nature. I couldn't believe how quickly it had happened, but I was thankful it had. Had I been forced to battle my repulsion the entire time, I never would have survived my first sexual encounter.

I worked the first twin's spear with my mouth while using one of my free hands to keep the second one busy. My hand was wrapped tightly around his shaft. My arm muscles worked hard, forcing my hand to travel up and down the entire length of the man's member. It still felt as hot, but most of my attention remained focused on his brother, keeping me from noticing such a detail.

After a while, I switched cocks. Moments after my lips encircled the second twin's pole, a voice filled my ears. It was the boss.

"Deeper." That was all he said. It was enough.

I pushed forward, forcing the man's cock farther into my mouth. It quickly reached my uvula, but I kept on pushing, terrified of what would happen if I failed to obey my captor's request. I pushed and pushed, the rigid member was too massive to proceed any my further. I kept pushing, praying for it to slide into my throat. My eyes started to water and I felt my gag reflex being activated, but still I pushed. I began to choke, but still I refused to give up.

"Deeper." This time, the voice was more forceful. He was getting annoyed.

I kept trying, but no matter how hard I pushed, the cock refused to enter my throat. I finally gave up and, momentarily pulling away from both members, turned to the boss.

"I-I can't," I croaked.

I saw a movement, but my tear-filled eyes blurred my vision, keeping me from seeing what my captor was up to. It was only when I felt a hot tongue lash as my skin that I figured it out. The pain that followed left no doubt in my mind. I had just been whipped.

"Try again!" growled the boss. All I saw of him was a blurry shape, but I could still see clearly enough to notice his raised arm. I couldn't see the whip, but I knew it as there and the last thing I wanted was to hear it crack again. I turned back to the twins and once more tried deep-throating one of the members.

I tried relentlessly, but to no avail. The cocks were just too big to fit in my throat. The boss whipped me a total of three times before finally accepting my claims that further penetration was impossible. He simply instructed me to make the twins come and sat there, watching as I got to work.

I sucked and jerked, alternating between the twins half a dozen times before the cocks finally came to life. I had been so focused on getting the brothers to climax that I had failed to plan ahead. What was I supposed to do now? I was struggling with that very question when my captor's voice entered my auditory canals.

"Let them come in your mouth."

I ignored the wave of repulsion that washed over me and focused on the few drops of arousal that snuck their way into my body. I pulled back and opened my mouth wide. Once I was certain both cocks were aimed right at it, I closed my eyes and doubled the intensity of my hand thrusts. It took less than a second for the brothers to climax.

They came at the exact same time. Squirt after squirt shot past my lips and splashed across my tongue. It took a second for my taste buds to identify the flavor that accompanied the semen, but when it finally did, I began to gag. The cum was far saltier than I had anticipated. There was also a slight bitterness to it. My first reaction was to spit out the foul-tasting liquid, but the boss spoke before I could.

"Don't you dare spit," he warned. There was no anger in his voice, but I knew better than to disobey such an explicit command. I fought my repulsion and kept my mouth open.

I continued jerking off the twins until their final squirts landed in my mouth and their cocks went limp in my hands. I released them and let my eyes flutter open. I was surprised that every last squirt had found its way into my mouth, but truly astonished by how much cum there was. I had to seal my lips to keep the hot liquid trapped within my mouth. I turned to the man in charge and waited for his instructions.

"Swallow." That was all he said. I expected to be repulsed at the thought of ingesting all that semen, but I felt only relief. I knew the foul taste would vanish shortly after the cum was gone. I swallowed. A moan of relief escaped me. I prayed the boss hadn't interpreted is as a moan of delight.

By the time the saltiness of the semen had faded, the twins were back at their posts, pants once more hanging from their waists. It was only then that I realized they had seemed impervious to my hand and tongue strokes. They may have come, neither of them so much as grunted when I made them climax. I guess they knew their boss did not stand for anything short of total and complete professionalism.

"Stand up," instructed my captor, drawing my focus back to him. I did as told. He spoke again. "Lie down." He was pointing to the desk. Without a moment of hesitation, I hopped on and pressed my back to the hardwood surface. A shiver ran through me at the touch of the cold surface.

The boss stood up for the first time. He still wore his black, hand-tailored suit, only now the pant zipper was down. His cock protruded from the orifice. It was fully erect and far larger than I ever could have imagined. The boss was not a tall man, yet his member was larger even than the twins'. In fact, it seemed better suited for one of the gargantuan body guards than a man of the boss's stature. Yet there it stood, hard as rock and riddled with veins.

My heart started to race as I eyed the member fearfully. Fear soon washed over me as the man took a step. The cock barely even moved as he approached. My palms grew sweaty and every cell in my body cried for me to flee. But I knew that was not an option.

"Please don't do this," I begged, terrified at the thought of losing my virginity to such a well-endowed man.

He didn't answer. He just kept walking, his cock growing ever closer to my virgin body. In a few steps, he reached the desk. Reaching out, he grabbed my waist and, with surprising strength, pulled me toward him. My legs fell over the edge of the desk. The boss pried them apart slowly, revealing the clean-shaven pussy that lay between. Terror deformed my traits as I watched the man bring the tip of his cock to the mouth of my slit. I thought of making a run for it, but I knew the twins would grab me before I could take two steps. The only way out of this was to let this repulsive man take my virginity and hope he showed me mercy for being such an obedient captive.

A shiver ran through me as the tip of the boss's cock made contact with my lower lips. His hands grabbed my waist in a firm grip. His eyes traveled up my body until they reached my eyes. His gaze was void of emotion, but a faint smile curled his lips. He clearly enjoyed having total control over me. I had no doubt this was the only way he could get off. He was so pathetic.

He jerked forward. His cock shot into me. I cried out in surprise. The initial shock quickly faded, leaving place to pain. Waves of it washed over me, bringing tears to my eyes. But I could still see the boss, grunting as he forced himself deeper and deeper into me. It felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside. Pain tore at my insides as my virgin pussy was stretched past its limits. A distressed shriek formed in my throat, but I refused to let it out. I would not give him the satisfaction.

My captor kept pushing until every last inch of his cock was inside me. I had trouble believing such a thing was possible, yet there was no denying it. The pain that filled me was proof of it. The boss remained inside me for a few seconds, clearly enjoying the pain he was bringing me. Then he started rocking back and forth. I expected the pain to fade, but it doubled in intensity. Each new penetration brought fresh waves of it.

My sexual tormentor began pounding me. He drilled me mercilessly, clearly thrilled with the pain he brought me. Grunts began flowing past his lips as he forced himself into me with unyielding intensity. I retreat into myself. I tried pretending I was somewhere else, but the pain kept dragging me back. I tried to picture myself with someone less repulsive, someone younger. It didn't work. Nothing did.

I was trapped within my own body, unable to escape the hell that had become my life. Pain gripped me, keeping me from fighting back. What little sanity I had left told me to remain calm and pray the boss was a premature ejaculator.

He wasn't.

He rode me mercilessly, each thrust more powerful than the last. It took a while, but the pain finally started to fade. It happened so gradually I didn't notice until it was too late. With each drop of pain that left my body, one of arousal took its place. I tried to fight it, but I was too exhausted to deny my body the relief it so clearly craved. As wrong as it was for me to enjoy feel of my captor's cock drilling my virgin body, it was a welcome change of pace from the fear and pain that had accompanied most of my imprisonment. As repulsed as I was with myself, I knew the only thing I could do was give in to the arousal. Not only would it help me get through my first real sexual encounter, but accepting my fate would mean I was no longer being raped. It was the only safe way for me to strike back at my tormentor.

I started to moan. The boss was so surprised he froze mid-thrust. The tears having finally left my eyes, I was able to see the man's reaction in all its glory. Disbelief deformed his traits, giving him an almost comical appearance. Encouraged by this, I started moaning louder.

The man remained frozen in shock for a while longer before the disbelief dropped from his face, resolve quickly taking its place. He began fucking me again. He rode me with all his might, obviously desperate to put an end to my defiance. But each time he forced himself into me, I moaned, letting the arousal that filled me take over. At first I faked it, but as the pounding intensified, my feelings grew genuine. The man between my legs still repulsed me, but I had grown addicted to the feel of his cock within me. I continued to moan as my impending loss of virginity grew closer and closer. I no longer cared that this entire ordeal had been forced upon me. I was about to lose my virginity and that was all that mattered. In a final act of defiance, I told my captor exactly what I was about to do.

"I'm gonna come!" I screamed. My back was now arched. My head was thrust back. My eyes had rolled back into my head. My entire body was trembling with excitement. It was only a matter of seconds before I climaxed. Once that happened, the boss would lose that little power he still had over me. 

There was one thing I had failed to take into account. That very thing turned out to me my undoing. The boss suddenly stopped pounding me and pulled out, cutting me off moments before climax. I was so surprised I didn't know how to react. I just lay there, frozen in disbelief. By the time I recovered, my captor had flipped me over and was now pressing the tip of his cock to my anus. I froze.

Time seemed to slow down. A series of thoughts flashed through my mind. Losing my virginity to save my life was one thing, but letting my captor sodomize me was quite another. How far was I willing to go to optimize my odds of survival? Could I even live with myself if I debased myself to such an extent? What about me family? What if I survived this ordeal, only to have them find out what I had done? Could I survive such humiliation?

As soon as the answer was revealed, time seemed to speed up again. The tip of my captor's cock dipping past my anus was the last straw. I lost it, I went completely insane. I started to fight, wiggling out from under the boss. I kicked and punched. A few of the blows landed, but most hit nothing but air. I began to scream, hoping my high-pitched shrieks could destabilize my captors long enough for me to make a run for it. I somehow made it to my feet and bolted for the door. Hope began to swell within me as I realized there was a slim chance I could actually escape. Then I laid eyes on the twins and all hope was lost. Unlike their boss, the massive bodyguards seemed unimpressed by my outburst. They just stood there, waiting for me to make a move for the door. I knew it was hopeless, but I was desperate. I lunged for the door.

I never made it. The twins grabbed me before I even got within a foot. Lifting me into the air with their powerful arms, they carried me back to the desk and slammed me down upon it. The air was knocked from my lungs. The twins took advantage of this to bend me over the edge of the desk. By the time I started breathing again, I was pinned in place, unable to move a muscle.

"Hold her down!" ordered the boss. I couldn't help and smile when I heard the anger in his voice. But my smile quickly faded when I saw the man reach for the whip that was slung over the black leather chair. I followed him with my eyes until he vanished behind me. Gritting my teeth, I waited for the pain to arrive.

He whipped me three times on each cheek. My ass felt like it was on fire, but I refused to cry. I didn't even squeal. Not until the man dropped the whip and stepped up to me. His hands spread my cheeks apart. As soon as my asshole was revealed, he pressed the tip of his still erect cock to it. I held my breath, waiting for him to make his move. I didn't have to wait long.

He jerked forward with all his might, forcing every last inch of his member into my tight hole. I expected to feel a crippling pain take hold of me, but it didn't. The boss began pounding me, but still there was no pain. I waited, knowing the pain would come. But it never did.

My captor fucked me like there was no tomorrow. The entire length of his spear repeatedly shot into me, yet not a drop of pain appeared. It made no sense, none whatsoever. Such a mystery kept me occupied for quite a while. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late to stop it. Arousal had returned to my body, now more potent than ever. It flowed from my heart with each beat. It spread through me through my veins. It inhabited my every cell. The feel of my captor's cock drilling my ass was all I could think about.

I hated myself for it, but there was no denying how much I enjoyed my first anal drilling. Perhaps it was the knowledge that in doing so I was defying my tormentor. Perhaps it was because I was so desperate to lose my virginity that I was willing to let a man more than twice my age live forever in my memory as my first lover. Or perhaps it was simply that I enjoyed anal. All I know for sure is that I was rapidly nearing climax and nothing could stop it. To my utter surprise, I was actually looking forward to losing my virginity.

I waited until the last second to say it. By the time the words "I'm gonna come!" left my lips, it was too late for the boss to stop it. Clearly aware of this, he continued pounding me, pushing me past the point of no return. Moans shot past my lips as my entire body came to life. My eyes rolled back in my skull. My head shot back. My back arched. The cold wood of the desk felt great against my erect nipple. My sweat-covered body began to tremble. The shuddering intensified until only my pussy was shivering. It shook uncontrollably for a second, then grew still. A second later, I started to squirt.

The cum shot out of me. It splashed onto my thighs and ran down my legs. It felt so hot against my skin. As did the semen currently being pumped into my asshole. Squirt after squirt of it flowed into me, lubricating my rectum and making my captor's penetrations even easier.

I don't know how long my orgasm lasted. It could have been a few seconds like it could have been an hour. All I know for sure is that I had never felt this satisfied in my entire life. When the man's cock finally went limp and slipped out of me for the final time, I crashed down onto the desk. Moments later, the twins released me and I fell to the floor. That was where I remained for the next few minutes, gasping for air.

As my strength gradually returned, I was able to take a moment to gather my thoughts. I was no longer a virgin. Nor was I an anal virgin. Worse even, I had lost them both to the most dangerous man in the city. But the worst part of all was that I had fought back. Any hope I may have had of surviving this ordeal was gone. It was only a matter of time before my life came to an end. All I could do was hope my death would be quick and painless.

I thought of going down fighting, but I was too exhausted to open my eyes, let alone fight for my life. I simply lay there, waiting for a blade to slice my throat or a bullet to penetrate my skull. But neither of those things came to pass. In fact, nothing at all happened.

When I could no longer stand it, I opened my eyes. All I saw was the dark ceiling. I sat up and glanced around. I was alone. I stood up and studied my surroundings a second time, but there was no sign of my captors. I was completely alone.

It made no sense. Why had they chosen to leave? I had seen their faces, taking them down would be as easy as going to the cops. Perhaps the boss knew he had nothing to fear because of his reputation. No cop in his right mind would dare go up against him, especially not for something as trivial as a rape claim. Or perhaps he had suddenly grown a conscience. Either way, I was now free, and that was all that counted.

The first thing I did was remove my collar. I chucked it into a corner of the room and glanced around in search of my clothes. When I found nothing, I decided to search the desk. But I quickly forgot about that when I noticed something on the bare surface of the desk. It was a small sheet of paper with a few paragraphs scribbled upon it.

My hand trembled as I reached for it. Scooping it up, I brought it up to my face.

Dear Miss Swan,

I know you believe me to be a monster, but a man in my position cannot afford to look weak. That is why no one has ever known the true source of my motivation. I do not do the things I do out of malice, but self-preservation. No one but me—and now you—knows this, but I suffer from a disorder that prevents me from having an orgasm. That is why I have kidnapped and forced myself upon so many young women. My hope was that the tightness of their youth would allow me to climax, but to no vail.

Then I met you and everything changed. I do not know what it is about you, but you have given me something I have dreamed of my entire life. To show my appreciation, I have chosen to let you go. I hope you can forgive me for what I have done. I will never forget you or what you have done for me.




The Boss



Frank Mazolla

I couldn't believe it. What was so special about me? How had I accomplished something so many others had failed to do? And what about my own loss of virginity? Would the memory of my captor's cock inside me haunt my every waking moment or could I grow to accept the manner in which I had lost my innocence? Many more questions bounced around my mind, yet not a single answer was provided. All I knew for sure was that I was proud of my accomplishment. Not many people could claim to have survived an encounter with the feared Frank Mazolla. But I could.



The Boss



Peter hadn't even realized that the car had slowed to a halt. He had felt so at ease talking to her that he hadn't paid too much attention. The door swung open, Davia offered her hand to Fariuza. Taking her hand, she stepped out, tugging the leash, signalling for Peter to follow.

"Davia, take my kitten. Feed him, bathe him and bring him to me. We have much work to do." Fariuza said, handing the leash to Davia. Davia watched her disappear inside the house, before turning to face Peter.

"Listen and listen carefully. Do not speak unless I address you. You are not to refer to me as your Mistress, because I am not. But speak to me respectfully or I will hurt you." She didn't even let him respond as she jerked the leash forward, making him stumble behind her. Davia lead him inside the house, pushing him down to the carpeted floor on all fours.

"Leashed pets crawl." she simply said, tugging on the leash. Peter crawled swiftly behind her, struggling to keep up with her pace. By his eyes being glued to the floor, he noticed the change in rooms as he entered the kitchen. He saw the orthopedic shoes of the kitchen staff. Vaguely he heard Davia speaking with the chef telling him to feed the new pet. The next thing to come into view was a large dog bowl, filled with pepper steak and white rice. Greedily he ate the food, not even needing to be told that use of hands were restricted. A fact that impressed Davia. Most pets needed to be taught that fact. When he had finished eating, he was given a bowl of craneberry juice to wash the food down.

"Time for your bathe." Davia said, tugging the leash. Peter was lead to a small metal tub sitting outside on the patio. The tub was quickly filled with warm sudsy water. Tugging hard on the leash, forcing him to quickly rise. Snatching the anal plug out, she watched his gaping anus shrink back down to size.

"Get in the tub and wash yourself thouroughly. Trust me when I say that you don't want me to wash you. You have ten minutes." she said, leaving him alone. 

Carefully, he washed his body. Cringing inwardly every time his fingers came into contact with the bruising welts on his backside. He nearly cried when the soap touch his raw anus. True to her word, Davia returned in ten minutes carrying a large fluffy white towel. She briskly dried him off, her touch suprisingly was gently. Wrapping the towel around his neck, she made him sit down on a stool across the room. He heard the snipping sounds of the scissors as Davia began to cut his hair.

"Why are you cutting my hair?" he asked quietly.

"Mistress wants your hair a little bit shorter. Don't worry, I am highly skilled, barbering is just one of them. Several minutes later, Davia was brushing the clipped hair off his shoulders, handing him a mirror. Peter inspected her work, surprised at the skill she indeed have. His hair was neatly cut so that it now barely skimmed the top of his ears. She ran the brush through his wavy hair, admiring her work. Attaching the leash back to his neck, she lead him back into the house. 

"Come pet, our Mistress is waiting to begin your training..."

To be continued...

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The Boss



I had just finished from college and thought it was time to start applying for work placements, and to be honest, with my grades it wasn’t going to be that difficult to find a good one.

Within a week I had received some decent offers and I got invited to several interviews. The best of which was with this large advertising company, offering someone with fresh ideas such as myself plenty of scope to move up the corporate ladder.

On the day of my interview, I was surprisingly nervous, usually I was very confident, but today was different and it didn’t help things when I saw the amount of people that were waiting for the same position.

When my name got called out, I stood up and straitened my self out and walked into the interview room, trying to look cool in the process. I was reading this book the night before and it said you should give the impression of confidence the first time you are interviewed. However sometimes confidence can be mistaken for arrogance and I didn’t want to piss of my boss before I even was offered the position.  

The office was very spacious and luxurious in decoration.

“Take a seat”, a lady told me. So the boss was a woman, I said to myself. “Thank you”, I replied, sitting down in the comfortable leather seat opposite her.

We began talking to each other and I was surprised by the casualness of the conversation and the informal ness of it. She asked me about how college went, my family life and just general things about me. She was a very pleasant woman that seemed to know how to make you feel less tense and more relaxed with yourself.

I would say that she is in her early to mid forties, she has short dark brown hair, large dark eyes, quite a longish nose, but not big and she looked slightly overweight sitting there in her business suit. I couldn’t really look at how curvy she was, but I definitely noticed the size of her breasts. She was obviously trying to hide them under her jacket, but that is mission impossible and they were ready to tear through their confinement. 

I Hope she didn’t catch me glancing down at her chest every so often during our conversation, its just that they were so distracting to me, or anyone else with a heartbeat. 

“Well Steve, its been interesting talking with you and you shall be hearing from us in the next few days”, she told me as she stood up and shook my hand. “Thank you Mrs Piper”, and with that I left. 

I went home feeling that the interview went good and was reasonable confident of getting the job. If truth be told, I was actually thinking more about the boss than the job. Not that she was some sort of sex goddess, but she had something about her that just draws you into her and makes you want her.

That night I used Mrs Piper as the object of my fantasies for my nightly jacking off session and her big tits were the focus of it.

After a few days I got the phone call that I had been waiting for and I found out that I had been offered the job which was to start tomorrow morning. I was so happy to be working with the firm and to be working with Mrs Piper in particular. 

The first day on the job was really just an introduction to the company and gave me a chance to meet the other members of the work force and familiarise with my working surroundings. This is when I first met Sophie, a lady that would be working with me on my first project. Sophie was a sexy looking woman at about 35 years old, 5’9, long black hair, tanned and a body that showed curves in all the right places. She was definitely hot an she knew this and it showed in the way she talked and walked and just her overall  presence. I couldn’t be sure but I think she was flirting with me, the way she shock my hand, holding on just that extra bit longer than you should and the way her eyes looked at mine, there was some attraction there between the both of us, I think.

“You better watch your self there Steve, Sophie will eat you for breakfast”, Tim told me, the guy that was showing me around the office. “What do you mean ?”, I quickly replied. 

“Well, lets just say that you wouldn’t be the first guy in the office that Sophie had taken a liking to, and you probably wont be the last”, he said with a smile on his face.

I just smiled back, not wanting to seem bothered by what he was saying and besides, he might just be talking crap and a little jealous from the attention I was receiving from this sexy woman. 

This flirting between me and Sophie continued over the next couple of days while we were working together. She would brush up against me as she passed me, stand provocatively while we talked and laughed at my jokes that weren’t funny. I have to admit that I was enjoying this attention I was getting from her and wanted to make my move on her, but I was just waiting for my opportunity.

I didn’t have to wait long, because we were both behind on an important deadline so we had to stay late in the office to finish it off. We knew it was going to be a late night so we ordered some food to be delivered and got down to business.

During the night we worked, chatted, ate together and just generally had a laugh, even though we had so much work to get through. It was pretty hard on my part trying to concentrate on the job while sitting next to Sophie, sitting there in her short skirt that had risen much higher up her thighs than was intended and her tight fitted sweatshirt that revealed her more than adequate cleavage.

It was a challenge, but I made it through the night, managing to finish our work in the process and feeling good about pretty much everything.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way its time for this”, she told me as she leaned over to me and kissed me wildly. Her hand went straight to my crotch and began rubbing my now very erect man hood as she continued attacking my mouth with hers.

She then suddenly broke our kiss, rose from her seat and started to walk towards the desk, moving her ass that extra bit, just to make sure I noticed.

When she got to the desk she turned to look at me, hitched up her skirt as far as it would go and jumped on the desk. Spreading her legs apart, revealing her red panties to me, she put one of her hands over her crotch and started to massage her pussy through the thin material, meanwhile she had placed the fingers of her free hand into her mouth and was sucking on them gentle.

I was sitting there in my chair mesmerized by this sexy woman playing with her self on our work desk, my cock ready to explode. I started unzipping my pants and my cock sprang free as I stood up. That’s when the door opened and a voice said, “What the hell is going on in here ?”. It was my boss, a very angry looking Mrs Piper and she was standing in front of me with my pants around my feet, my cock pointed straight towards her and Sophie with her legs spread open on the desk

“I want to see you in my office now Sophie, you can just wait her till I call you in”, she said in a stern voice as she marched to her office, followed by a shaken Sophie who passed me without even looking my way.

I was left there alone, just thinking about what was going on behind that closed door. I wasn’t worried about what was going to happen to Sophie, I was just concerned about my self. That may seem really selfish, but I was just starting my career and couldn’t afford to loose a good job like this.

Just sitting there pondering my future on the unemployment line, Mrs Piper’s door opened and Sophie stormed out crying and ran past me out of the office. “Its your turn now”, Mrs Piper shouted, still in an angry voice.

If Sophie had just been sacked and she had been working with the firm for many years, then what chance did I have. As I walked into her office I knew I was going to be sacked, so I had to take it like a man.

“Close the door and take a seat”, she surprisingly calmly said. I did as she said and sat down, my head down looking towards the floor and waiting for the inevitable to happen.

“I’d expect that kind of behaviour I just witnessed in there from a slut like Sophie, but I expected a lot more from a young man with the potential that you have”. My head rose and looked at her, not knowing if I heard correct.

“Now, I am not going to sack you because I believe that it was Sophie that was leading you on and I know that if it wasn’t for her then you wouldn’t ever do anything like that”. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“I think we can put this behind us and move on like this never happened but I will be following you closely and you will have to do what I say, if that is ok with you ?”. I sat up in my seat, “I am so sorry about what happened out there Mrs Piper, I will never do anything as stupid as that again, I just want to give my best for the firm and I will work harder than ever to make this company even more successful, I shall do anything you tell me“. I was basically just rambling away, not knowing what I was saying, I was too relieved that I still had a job.

“I’m pleased to hear that Steve”, she said as she got up from her leather chair and walked round her desk to where I was sitting and sat herself on her desk in front of me.

Because of what had occurred over the last 15 minutes, I didn’t really think of Mrs Piper in a sexual way, as I had done the first time I met her, but now that she was sitting in front of me my sexual urges toward her had returned strongly. She sat there with her legs crossed, her skirt just sitting above her knees, the sweater she was wearing hugging against her cleavage and outlining her impressive breasts which are definitely her best assets and her sad eyes staring at mine, obviously concealing some kind of heartache.

It was a bit strange, because she was just sitting there and not saying anything, but I got the feeling that she wanted to talk to me, but didn’t know how to open up. It was also kind of weird that she would be in the office this late. 

I was just about to say something to her, when she placed her fingers over my mouth. “Don’t say a word”, she told me as she climbed down from her desk and moved herself towards me, positioning herself onto my lap, straddling my legs with her facing me. Her ass was placed firmly on my cock and she was shifting herself from side to side, rubbing my cock through my pants. Those tits of hers with staring me in the face, bouncing each time she moved her body. “Put your hands on my breasts and squeeze them gently”, she ordered. I obeyed her command and placed both of my hands on her tits, firstly feeling the roundness of them, then squeezing them as she wanted. They felt so soft and the size of them was unbelievable as my hands continued their assault on them, squeezing them a little harder and pushing them together. I let out a slight moan when she moved up and down hard onto my lap, liking the way I was playing with her tits.

“Take my top off”, she moaned. I reluctantly moved my hands from her tits and started to pull up her sweater, my eyes locked on her chest, watching as her top moved up her body, exposing her tanned flesh. She lifted her arms over her head to help me remove her top, leaving me the sight of massive bra covered breasts. She didn’t wait for me to take her bra off as she reached around her back to unhook the biggest bra I’ve ever seen before.

I just carried on staring at them as they literally just spilled out of their support and almost hit me in the face. For a woman in her forties there was very little, if any sag in these beautiful breasts of hers. “I want you to suck them hard Steve“, she said, but I had already started in on them with my mouth like a new born baby would do to its mother. I squeezed them both together with my hands and sucked from one to the other in rapid succession, listening to her groaning and feeling her hands on my zipper and quickly in my pants. I felt her squeeze my cock hard and the sensation made me bite down hard on her left breast which made her jump in painful pleasure and hold on to my cock that little but harder. I could feel her getting more excited and more aroused by the second and she was rushing with her actions now. She let go of my cock and started trying to pull her skirt up as high as it would go, but she was struggling and I could sense this, so I let go of her tits and moved my hands down to her skirt and yanked it up with force revealing her panties to me. I felt them with my hands and they were soaking wet from her juices, she was ready to be fucked I thought as I pulled them down and pulled her towards me. Her tits were now in my face again and her wet pussy was rubbing against my pumped up cock. She moved herself higher up on my lap and sat down hard on my cock which resulted in both of us groaning out loud as her pussy moved all the way down to the base of my cock. She stayed there on top of me then started jumping up and down on my cock with a fast pace that was making her tits bounce everywhere, making it hard for me to grabbed them with my mouth, both my hands already working on her large but shapely ass.

She started screaming when she began to cum and rode my cock even faster. I grabbed hold of her ass tightly and squeezed both of her cheeks hard and began thrusting all I had, trying to match the pace that she was bouncing on me and finally I came into her pussy and she kept riding me till she had finished.

She calmly got off of me and breathlessly said, “Well Steve, I’m glad that we have put that little incident behind us and Ill expect to see you here tomorrow first thing”.

That was the beginning of a good working relationship between me and my boss and over the years we continued to fuck on a regular basis with both of us not expecting anything more from each other.

*****

Hoped you enjoyed and always nice to hear your comments.



The Boss



I was so excited about my first real job since I got out of college. The company was big and I knew that if I did my job well I could retire from here very well off financially. For the first couple of months everything was going great. My coworkers were nice, my bosses praised my work, and I had never been happier. But, as with all things in life, there were going to be some bumps in the road. And, as it turned out, my bump was going to be Mrs. Taylor. 

Mr. Taylor was the CEO of my company and his wife also held a very high position in the company. From what I heard they started this company fresh out of college and built it into a solid company by the time they were in their mid forties. As luck would have it a bigger kid on the block wanted to buy up the competition and the Taylor's company was the one they targeted first. Rumors had it that the buyout made them both very wealthy and the new management wanted to keep them around for at least ten more years.

The Taylors were a great set of bosses. They treated the employees very well and everyone had a lot of respect for them and what they had done, including yours truly. I almost viewed them as sort of surrogate parents. The only problem was I was starting to develop a huge crush on Mrs. Taylor. She was a very beautiful older woman. She had a body that was curved by the years, but very sexy curves. I would guess her to be about 145 lbs, dark brown hair, big tits, and a sexy set of green eyes that seemed to burn to your very soul. 

At first I didn't notice how sexy she really was, but as I started to take note of her through the months I became more and more attracted to her. She wore business suits to work that were pretty conservative. I loved the times when she would have me work on an assignment that caused me to report directly to her. The day she finally had me wrapped around her finger was on one such occasion. I was working on a very high profile report and she had called me into her office to review what I had done so far. I gazed at her while she reviewed it and took time to notice every aspect of her beauty. I was thinking to myself that this had to be the sexiest older woman I had ever seen. Until Mrs. Taylor I had never really thought about women that much older than me. 

I must have been daydreaming about her when she said, "Brian did you hear what I just said?"

"Uh, I'm sorry Mrs. Taylor what was that again?"

"Brian I need you focused on this assignment. Is that going to be a problem for you?"

"No ma'am not at all."

She walked around the desk with the report in her hand. She leaned over to show me something in the report when I noticed that her blouse was open and I had a full view of her magnificent tit right in my face. She wore a pink satin bra with lace trim. I also noticed that her nipples were straining against the material. Oh how I would love to release them and suck them into my mouth. I tried as hard as I could to stop staring, but I had grown to be so fond of her I just couldn't make myself to look away. The words coming from her mouth we just blah, blah, blah. All I was doing was admiring her tits. I realized that I was starting to get hard which made me nervous. What would I say if I tented my pants right there in front of her? I had to look away. But my gaze just kept coming back to her tits. I looked down and I could see the outline of my cock straining against the leg of my pants. I hoped Mrs. Taylor hadn't noticed it as well. How embarrassing.

I was in trouble. I almost sported a full on hard on in front of my boss whose husband is also my boss. What if she saw it? Would they fire me for that? And what am I going to do about the report we just reviewed. I didn't pay a damn bit of attention as to what she wanted me to work on. All I could do right now is rush to the bathroom and release my aching cock from the confines of my pants. I sat the report on the edge my cubicle and went straight there. I just needed to stroke it a couple of times and think about Mrs. Taylor' sexy breasts. Oh god it felt so good, but it was so bad.

I was about to lose my load when I heard the door open to the restroom. Oddly when the person walked into the room it sounded like the clicking of a woman's heels. I was frozen like a deer in headlights. Who was that? No woman would be in here. This is the men's restroom.

I felt my heart drop into my stomach when I heard, "Brian are you in there?" shit it was Mrs. Taylor. She must have followed me in here. What the hell is she doing in here?

"Um...um. Yes Mrs. Taylor."

"Well what are you doing in there? I don't hear anything."

"I ...I just haven't been able to start yet. That's all."

"Brian are you lying to me? I think you are. I think you're in there stroking your cock." 

What the hell. How in the world did she guess or think that?

"What?" I asked surprised.

"Come on Brian I noticed you looking down my shirt. Staring at my tits, and I also noticed you getting hard in your pants." She said with a giggle.

"No I swear Mrs. Taylor I was just going to the bathroom. Honest."

"Brian you don't have to lie about it. As a matter of fact, I don't like employees who lie to me. Now open the door."

I was so busted. What the hell is she going to do to me? I tried to stuff my cock back into my pants, but that was like trying to put a square peg into a round hole. Reluctantly I slowly opened the door to the bathroom stall. She stood there with her hands on her hips and just looked down at my crotch.

"I knew it! You dirty little man. I want to see you in my office at the end of the day. Do you understand?"

I lowered my head in shame and weakly said, "Yes Mrs. Taylor."

I was absolutely worthless the rest of the day. I even packed up some of my things because I just knew that I was walking into a firing that afternoon. My dick always seems to get me into trouble somehow. And it really fucked up big this time. I guess that is the curse of being well hung and horny all of the time. I just can't believe I screwed up the best job I have ever had. How would that look on my resume? Fired from last job because the boss caught me jerking off? Who would ever hire me? Washed up at thirty.

About five minutes before five Mrs. Taylor' AA came to my desk and said, "Mrs. Taylor would like to see you now."

Shit here it comes.

I followed the AA down the hall and into Mrs. Taylor' office. She was sitting at her desk talking on the phone and doing paperwork. She waved for me to take a seat and told me she'd be with me shortly. I was like a kid in the principles office just waiting for my punishment. 

Once she hung up the phone she buzzed the AA and said, "Becky that will be all for today. I do not want to be disturbed for the rest of the day. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Thank you."

Her gazed then turned to me and those beautiful green eyes that I had always admired were now burning a hole in me.

"Well Brian it seems we have a sticky situation here. You are one of our best employees and we had big plans for you. However, in light of what happened today I'm not so sure we had the right idea about you."

"Mrs. Taylor I'm so sorry for what happened today. I don't know what I was thinking. I can assure you..."

"Just stop Brian. I can assure you of one thing for sure. And if it leaves this office I will swear you are making it up and fire you on the spot. You will have no grounds for any type of lawsuit when I tell them what you did today. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I can assure you Brian that what happened today made me very wet."

What did she just say?

"Excuse me Mrs. Taylor?"

"You heard me Brian. It made me very wet. My husband and I have spent so much time building this company up that he has forgotten that I have needs. Needs that he has ignored for far too long. So while what you did today was very unprofessional, I'm willing to let it slide. But I want you to do something for me first."

"Anything Mrs. Taylor. ANYTHING!"

"I want to watch you stroke your cock for me. Will you do that? And remember that none of this happened. I never asked you to do that, and I will swear that you made advances towards me that made me uncomfortable so I had to fire you. Understood?"

"Does this mean I get to keep my job too?"

"Of course you get to keep your job, and if you keep your mouth shut and keep what happens between us between us then you might just go farther with this company than you ever imagined."

"Now take that beautiful cock out that I saw earlier. I'm curious to see what it looks like again."

I could not believe this was happening. I mean I jerked off thinking about her all of the time anyway, but now I was going to get to do it with her watching. This was going to be so hot.

"Come on Brian sit on the couch over here and get comfortable and give me a good show."

She sat across from me in an arm chair and her eyes were transfixed on my crotch as I slowly unzipped my pants. I slowly pulled out my semi hard cock. I heard her gasp as I took it all the way out. She also licked her lips like she liked what she saw. I thought I would be embarrassed stroking my cock in front of my boss, but I must admit that it was a very hot scene. It wasn't long before I had it stroked to the full eight inches. The head was purple it was so hard. I continued to stroke it slowly at first. Rubbing the precum all over it to slick it up. 

"You have such a beautiful cock Brian. I don't think I have ever seen one quite that big before. And the head is so perfect. Just an absolutely lovely cock." She now had one leg over the side of the arm on the chair. Her skirt was hiked up and she was slowly rubbing her pussy through her matching pink panties. I could see that the crotch was getting very wet and that made me stroke faster. She was moaning softly and had opened up her blouse and was caressing her breast.

"God Brian I am so wet. My husband and I work too much and he has not fucked me in over a year. He just doesn't seem interested in me anymore."

"Well I know he's my boss, but I think he is and idiot for not wanting to sleep with you Mrs. Taylor. I think you are still very hot."

"Brian will you just rub that big thing against my wet pussy please?"

She didn't have to ask twice. I picked her up and sat her ass on the edge of the desk. Hiked her skirt all the way up to her waist and dropped my pants to the floor. I began humping my hard cock against her slick mound. Only her panties kept my cock from rubbing directly against her hot little pussy. She seemed to love it. She just kept rocking her wet cunt against my hard cock. I couldn't take this much longer. She was moaning uncontrollably now. I wonder if her AA could hear us or if anyone could hear us. What would her husband think if he walked in right now? I'm sure I would be fired right away.

"Mrs. Taylor?"

"Yes Brian?"

"I want to pull your panties to the side and rub it directly against your pussy. Do you want that?"

"Oh god yes Brian"

I pulled them to the side with my thumb and continued humping her slick pussy. It helped too that she was completely shaved. It felt so good against her wet slit. I wanted to put it inside of her so bad. And it was only a couple of minutes before I did just that. Her head was leaned back. Her mouth was wide open, and she was furiously stoking her clit. I couldn't stand it any longer. 

I aimed the head at her opening and slide it right in. She jerked her head up and said, "What are you doing Brian. No we shouldn't be doing that."

"You know you want it Mrs. Taylor or you wouldn't have called me in here to watch me jerk off. Tell the truth this is what you wanted all along. You want to be fucked and fucked good."

I kept inching my hard cock into her tight little snatch. God she was so tight it was like fucking a virgin again. Oh god she felt so good. Her mind was telling her no, but her pussy started talking through her mouth overriding the mind. 

"Oh Brian noooooo. Oooooh yessssss! Oooooh god that feels so good. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fill me with that fat cock of yours."

I pumped her as hard as I could. I was afraid I'd fuck her right off the desk. Her legs were wrap-locked around my back and she was now humping back trying to get as much of my cock as she could. Mr. Taylor was a fool. This lady is still one hot fucking number. 

"You like that don't you slut? You like getting fucked don't you. Tell me whose pussy this is. Tell me slut!"

"Oh Brian, oh yes, fuck my pussy, oh yes. Oh, oh, oh. God that feels so good."

I felt her body shudder and knew that she had just had one of the best orgasms she had had in a long time. How could her husband neglect such a fine trophy wife? His loss. My gain. 

I knew I wasn't going to last much longer either. So I just pumped for all I was worth and was soon filling her sweet pussy with my hot seed. She screamed and came again just as I released my load.

We stayed crumpled on her desk for a few minutes. Lying there breathing hard and she was rubbing my back.

"My god I almost forgot how wonderful that felt. You are so good Brian. I haven't cum like that since...since...hell I don't remember ever cumming like that."

I laughed and said, "Well it was definitely my pleasure. Hell I thought you called me in here to fire me."

"Fire you? Please. I knew when I saw you staring down my shirt today that I was going to tease you until I could get you into a situation where I could use you. Then when I saw you big cock outlined in your pants I knew I had to have you. It got me so horny my dumbass walked into the men's restroom. And luckily for me no one saw me and you were doing exactly what I thought you were going to do in there. I could see it in your eyes."

"Now get dressed before my husband or someone barges in here on us. We need to meet somewhere besides my office from now on."

"How about my cube?" I said laughing.

"Yeah that's a good idea. No get out of here, and act like I just wrote you up."

"I hope I can pull that off. I doubt I'll be able to wipe this smile off of my face for a few weeks. You are so hot. You don't know how many times I jerked off fantasizing about you. And now that I had you the fantasies didn't even come close to the real thing. You are so hot."

"Well thank you. I wish my husband felt the same. I know he loves me, and I him. But I need sex and he just doesn't seem interested."

"He's a fool."

To be continued...



The Boss



Ann has been married for 10 years and 3 children later she began wondering what else was out there. She had already had an affair with an older man a couple of years ago and lately she began thinking about it again. The first time she did it, it was amazing; this man knew every way to please her. He knew just the right way to rub his hands across her body, which in turn would cause her nipples to become hard with just the slightest touch. The way he kissed her lips made her panties wet with anticipation. The thought of his cock sent her into complete chaos. The time the two of them shared was amazing but soon ended.

Time passed and Ann tried hard to control the sexual urges she had, but found it very hard. Soon she had new neighbors, a young couple to which she quickly bonded with. Ann began having sexual dreams of Chuck. She would dream of him fucking her from behind, licking her tight pink pussy, kissing just the right spot of her neck and in turn begging for his cock to be in her mouth. Sucking every bit of cum from his cock, but that was it, just dreams.

The day came when Ann new it was going to happen again though. She had gone in for a job interview that she new she was destined for, with one perk, one hell of a good looking boss, Steve. Ann shortly started that new job and the feelings began. At first she had this "let me see if I can get him" attitude, which seemed to work but then it turned into more. She began day dreaming about Steve. She could picture him walking up behind her and just ripping her clothes off and grudge fucking on the floor of the office without a care in the world. Daily she would have to excuse herself to the ladies room to clean up her cum filled panties due to dreaming of Steve. It was amazing she thought, just thinking about this man can make me orgasm. Soon Steve began flirting back with her. They sent each other I want to fuck you eyes for months until one day Steve had claimed to be going out of the office for business. Ann was sitting at her desk doing her daily work when the phone rang at 4:45 that afternoon, it was Steve, and he asked if she could hang around for a little while he was on his way back to the office, so she agreed.

Little did she know Steve had something else in mind. He came in the office with some beer and handed her one. Walked to the fridge came back and that's when it happened. Steve leaned in and stuck his tongue so deep in Ann's mouth, she almost cam right then and there. Then he took her into his office and that's where it got good and dirty. He began licking every inch if her body. She was in complete arousal, her nipples were as hard as they could get with out exploding, her body was trembling with excitement and her pussy was wetter than it had ever been. 

Her pussy juices were beginning to drip down her legs. Steve could tell she was ready; they both quickly tore their clothes off. They moved towards the desk, Steve pushed everything to the floor and placed her on top of his desk, he slowly began flicking her click with the tip of his tounge, the softer he flicked the more her pussy throbbed. Ann began begging Steve to fuck her but he wanted to finish what he'd started. Soon she began to feel the orgasm building, she was cumming and she wasn't able to control it. " I m cumming she said to Steve and the more she cam the faster he ate her pussy, Steve continued eating her pussy until he had licked up every ounce of pussy juice she had given him. Ann wanted to please him like he had pleased her but he declined, it was all about her today. Steve was now ready to send her into a whirlwind of orgasms.

He started biting her nipples, which were so large even he was amazed, Ann  squirmed and moaned with joy, but he wasn't done. Steve began kissing her body from lips to pussy. Just to keep her on the edge, he began fucking her pussy with his fingers, Ann was beyond being in control of herself and began begging for Steve to put his cock in her and with her final request he honored her. With one thrust of Steve's hard throbbing cock, Ann began climaxing from the deepest part of her body, never had she cum like this before. Steve was about to explode but when he felt the hot cum of her pussy he couldn't contain himself any longer. With one final thrust, he blew his wad all inside of Ann.

They fell the floor with exhaustion, each one having one of the best sexual experiences of their lives. They laid in each others arms for awhile and vowed to never tell a sole.



The Boss



The smell of rain clung to my long taupe coat as I entered the building; leaving the crashing thunder behind in my wake. The receptionist glanced up as I entered and waved me through with a grin. Gillian. That was her name, I thought to myself as I smiled back at her; an innocent looking redhead with a breathy voice and very full lips. The lips were the first thing I noticed when I met her, yet I doubted that she realized that she could bring men to their knees with those lips; and some women too.

Shaking my head slightly, more to shake the thoughts of Gillian from my mind than to remove the droplets of water that clung to my clothes, I made my way toward Matt's office; the sole reason I was there on this winterly day. Catching a few curious glances on my way, I realized that nobody has expected my presence today and certainly not in a long belted coat with black leather boots & vibrant red lips.

The office to Matt's door was open as I approached, his back to me while he talked on the phone, looking out at the city bathed in a spectacular storm. I entered the room and slid the door shut behind me; careful not to make a sound. The blinds leading to the outer office were closed and I thought briefly about leaving them that way, but instinct took over and with a swish that coincided with a thunderclap, I opened them to see a lot of curious faces staring at me. Soon diverting their eyes to their work, I turned back and made my way towards Matts desk.

He was deeply involved in his conversation, not noticing me in the room at all. Extending my finger, with a crimson fingertip I pressed down on the phone receiver, abruptly ending his call. "What the f..." He started as he spun around on his chair, his green eyes flashing angrily. Raising a finger to my lips I stared at him, my eyes demanding his silence.

Moving toward him I licked my lips, my fingertips moving to the belt on my coat. I made it to his desk and moved his chair back against the window with my foot; the black toe of my leather boots making him slide against the wall.

Matt appeared startled as I placed myself on the edge of his desk, my foot not leaving his seat. Again I held my finger to my lips, and slowly I undone my belt, letting my coat fall open to reveal I was wearing only my coat, boots and a smile.

I noticed Matt's eyes widened and the bulge in his pants became significant as I traced my fingertip down his chest. Sliding down onto my knees in front of him, I shrugged the coat from my back and traced the contours of his cock, first with my fingers, then with my tongue; the rough fabric teasing my lips as I was doing with my tongue.

Reaching for the zip on his pants, I released his stiffening cock and began to run my tongue up and down the shaft, my fingertips playing with his balls beneath the fabric. I felt him grow in my mouth and I wanted nothing more than to swallow his cum. 

Matt tried reaching for me and I slapped his hand away; there was no question of who was in charge here, and when I wanted something, I always took it.

Slowly I took his full length into my mouth, reveling in the taste and feel that was in the back of my throat. My right hand on his balls, squeezing gently, I started to fuck Matt with my mouth; sucking deep and hard, licking, tasting ... always needing more. Matt's hands were in my hair, urging me to take him deeper and faster while my hand played with his heavy balls. By now my clit was on fire and having a throbbing cock in my mouth only made me wetter. I could feel my juices coating my thighs as Matt slid lower on the chair ... allowing me complete access and pushing himself deep into my mouth.

Sucking his cock in and out of my mouth as I tugged on his balls wasn't enough for me; I slipped a finger deep into my wet hole and stuck it into his mouth, then repeated it over and over until I felt his balls tighten.

Sucking hard and fast beneath his desk, my hands stroking his balls and sliding up to his arse I knew it wouldn't take long for me to cum. I don't need touch, my muscles can make me cum easily.

My mouth went into overtime, sliding him between my lips, harder, faster .. taking him so deep that he hit the back of my throat so many times. Needing to taste his cum on my lips, my hand squeezing his balls in rhythm with the pulsations of my aching pussy I stared into his eyes as I slid my finger against his arse, gently at first, then more insistent as his grunts and his bucking hips spurned me on.

By now, my thighs were drenched and my nipples were hard as rocks, but still he could not touch me; that was not part of the game. Deeper and faster I sucked on his rock hard cock, feeling every vein as it slammed into the back of my throat, my hand squeezing his balls as the other slid around his arse, teasing and tantalizing.

Suddenly Matt started to fuck my face harder than before, forcing me to take it all, deeper and faster than before; picking up on his rhythm I tugged on his balls and sucked him hard and fast, needing to taste his cum on my lips.

With a final tug on my hair he released a massive load in my mouth which I greedily swallowed... slowly sucking him dry as I massaged his balls to make sure I had it all.

Slipping my coat back on, I stood in front of Matt, smiled and walked out the door.

As I reached reception Gillian smiled and spoke uncertainly "We didn't know about random inspections from Head Office, or I would have made better coffee".

I smiled and nodded; maybe next time I will review her work.



The Boss



She walked with the easy grace of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and that any man would break their back to give it to her. She had a tall but graceful body, about 5' 8 she wore tight jeans and a black v-neck shirt. When I say tight jeans I mean tight they clung to her legs like they were made of latex. This was by no means a bad thing her legs were long and slender, perfectly toned from wearing high heels. Her shirt revealed just enough to drive any man absolutely crazy wanting to see more of the perfectly formed c-cup breasts nestled inside. This is all before you get to the best part... her butt, showcased by her jeans, moved so hypnotically with each step that had I got more than a fleeting glimpse I would have needed a tissue.

Being new to the job I had no idea if she was a worker or just some chance walk-in I would never see again. But then she made a beeline for my desk and I realised that she was the woman I had talked to on the phone only yesterday, she was my new boss. Veronica as I now remembered her name was walked up to my desk with a beautiful smile on her face and laid out the finer details of my job. I was to be her personal assistant, to be honest that was about all I got, I was too busy listening to the mellow tones of her voice and trying to magically conjure up x-ray vision.

The rest of the day went in a blur of errands, phone calls and continual perving. I swear a couple of times Veronica caught me looking and once I swear she dropped her pen on purpose. At the end of the day as everyone else left to go home and I was packing up to go home Veronica slinked over to my desk and in her sweet voice asked if I could do just one last errand for her. Being my first day and wanting to make a good impression I agreed and as she smiled and walked away her hand brushed mine. Thinking it too good to be true I passed it off as nothing. By the time I finished the job person left in the building, or so I thought. 

As I headed for the door I felt something tug at my hand and as I turned around I was met by a site which almost killed me, there standing behind me in those tight jeans which drove me crazy was Veronica. Something had changed though her top was gone and there right in front of me were those beautiful boobs held in by a lacy black bra. 

As we started to kiss Veronica ran her hands down behind and started to massage my ass her hands were experts and I was soon moaning her name, in itself a pleasure as such a long name just flows out in one deep breath, this seemed only to encourage her as she moved from my mouth to my chest as she slowly started to unbutton my shirt with her teeth. Slowly she nibbled on each nipple while I just sat their moaning. As she slowly got closer to my pants line she crouched more and more pointing her beautiful ass into the air. This sent my cock rock hard as I anticipated what, based on what she had already done could only be one of the best blow jobs in the world.

Finally Veronica's mouth reached my pants and unlike the slow sensual way she had worked her way down my torso, she ripped off my belt, undid my fly, flopped out my cock and took it all the way down till my balls hit her chin. The sheer ferocity of her lust was almost too much for me as she worked my shaft like an animal deep throating me till I suddenly exploded into her mouth. She slurped up every single drop of my cum and, smiling the whole time, sucked until my cock was as floppy as ever.

After such a performance I felt obligated to return the favour but as I reached out to undo her jeans Veronica stopped me, "There is something I have to tell you," she said nervously. At first I wondered why she was so nervous, she had been in control and confident all the way until now, suddenly it dawned on me though looking at her throat, so slight and out of the way that without a chance glimpse anyone would wiss it, was Veronica's Adam's apple. Though I had never been with a t-girl before I constantly fantasized about it, "Don't worry," I said reassuringly, "I'm bi and I know how special you are." While I was saying this I slowly began to undo her jeans and began rubbing her cock through her panties. 

As I felt her grow harder I couldn't contain myself any longer and pulled out a beautiful 6-incher, not huge but the perfectly proportioned size for veronica. I bent down and took her whole, relaxing my throat muscles just enough to let her in. Working up and down her shaft I could hear her groaning as her cock filled my mouth. Before long Veronica had taken back control of the situation grabbing my head and slowly sliding it down over her shaft. I looked up into her eyes and saw her smiling st me fiendishly, I smiled back and veronica took this as a cue and got up on her knees with her dick still in my mouth. Again she gave me that fiendish smile and asked "You're my little man slut aren't you?" I could see where this was going and I felt my own dick begin to grow hard again, with her cock down my throat all I could do was smile...

Savagely Veronica grabbed my head again and rammed her cock in and out of my mouth face fucking me. Unable to swallow her anymore I simply loosened my throat and allowed veronica to completely dominate me as she smashed her cock into my throat. I just knelt there enjoying smiling up at her which seemed to turn her on even more. Her groans had taken on a new atmosphere, one of dominance and sheer ecstasy as she made me gag. Unfortunately my throat could only take so much and I soon had to lean back and stop before I chucked.

Smiling at me veronica crawled over to me and began to kiss me passionately whispering "You're a good little slut taking that skull fuck for so long usually anyone new runs away before that bit even starts."

"You are my boss," I replied, "Anything I can do to make you happy makes me happy." I began to kiss her breasts again as I sat there sucking her hard little nipples and massaging her ass at the same time.

"That's right I am the boss," she laughed, "and that means I take control." As she said this she slid my hands away from her ass, which I had surreptitiously begun to finger, and rolled me onto my back. Knowing what was coming I lifted my legs up onto her shoulders as she got in position. Then with nothing more than a quick spit on my hole she rammed her entire length up my hole. Though not the biggest cock I had taken, her ferocity and lack of lube made sure that the first instant was not the most pleasant experience.

As soon as Veronica was in she started fucking me with long powerful strokes. As I began to get over the initial pain my anus relaxed and her pumping got harder and harder turning into a human wood pecker. I looked up and could see her face full of elation and a determination to completely dominate me. This beautiful face turned me on but the thing that sent my cum deprived cock hard again was the sight of her beautiful tits bouncing up and down in rhythm with her every stroke. I sat there mesmerised by the staccato rhythm until my dick exploded for a second time. This was the first time I had ever been able to cum without touching and the experience drove me wild. 

Noticing my cum drenched torso Veronica smiled and with a fiendish little laugh said "Turnover slut it's my turn to cum." Obeying her order I got onto all fours and within a second my ass was again invaded by the most beautiful of cocks. Though I hardly believed it possible Veronica then began to pump harder as I knelt there moaning in ecstasy. Her cock pounded into my prostate giving me wave after wave of pain mixed with pure elation. As I began to rock my body back and forth in time with her movement Veronica squeezed tighter onto my body and before long I felt her warm sticky juice gush into me. We sprawled onto the ground in each other's arms breathing heavily, recovering from our exertions. Veronica then whispered in my ear "Yes you will make a very good assistant... slut."



The Boss



 

Albert Haynes wandered slowly through the procurement department looking over each and every one of the staff as they worked. The general hush in the normally noisy room let him know that he was clearly the center of attention. Everyone knew the company was cutting back on its staff and they knew it was Albert Haynes who swung the hatchet. He paused a moment at the head of procurement's office, but finding the office empty he looked up and down the long hallway and the headed back to the elevators.

On his way to his office a number of people said, "Good Morning Mr. Haynes," to which he simply nodded. 

When he finally made it to the top floor, he headed directly to his office, growled at his secretary, "Hold all my calls," and then stepped into his office, closing the door behind him. After sitting quietly for about an hour, he picked up the phone, called the head of procurement and asked him to report to him upstairs. It would be a short meeting, the head of procurement would have until the end of the day to clear out his office. 

After his short meeting with the former head of procurement, Albert packed up his briefcase told his secretary he was done for the day and he headed home. Home, where he would meet his wife and they would have a relaxing time together playing with his new video equipment. As he drove home he smiled most of the way, thinking of just how he would lay out the entire system.

As he pulled up into his driveway he noticed another vehicle parked in front of his house. Grabbing his briefcase he walked into his house and found his wife and a tall gentleman with a shaved head sipping drinks in the living room. He put down his briefcase, walked over and kissed his wife saying, "Hello, Cathy, you need to introduce me to your friend."

The man stood up held out his hand and said, "Hey I'm Mark. I just want to be sure you're good with this. You are okay with me and your wife?"

"Yes I am Mark, you see my wife and I share a bond that is much deeper than sexual boundaries."

"I don't know, I just know if I had a wife I'd be ready to kill anyone doing what I'm about to do to your wife."

"Rest assured Mark, I am completely comfortable. In fact I intend to video it if you don't mind."

"Cathy said something about that, I'm okay if you are." They shook hands and then Albert motioned toward the bedroom.

As he immediately went to work on getting the video equipment, microphones and lighting in place, Cathy and Mark quickly undressed and had settled down on the bed. Albert quickly got the system up and running and then zoomed in on the action as Mark first slipped his tongue into Cathy's pussy. Watching the action on his video monitor, Albert pulled off his clothes and then moved around the equipment to get a better view. 

He could hear the loud lapping sounds of Mark's tongue on his wife's pussy, so he crawled up and began whispering in his wife's ear, "Come honey, he's eating your pussy, come on him babe." He helped her prop up her head so they could watch him together.

Cathy would look over to Albert and whisper, "It feels so good, I think I'm going to come."

Watching his head bob, Albert glanced over at the video monitor and confirmed it still had a good shot of Mark's face buried in Cathy's pussy. He reached down and took hold of Cathy's hand gauging how close she was to coming by how hard she squeezed. He watched closely as she squeezed his hand hard and then lifted her hips. She suddenly released her grip and moaned loudly as she came.

When her orgasm subsided, he whispered to Cathy, "Now get up on all fours. I want him to do you doggie style while I lick your clit."

He moved down and then whispered to Mark, "I want you to do her doggie style, but I'll be under her like this." He moved into position and Mark quickly straddled him, standing behind Cathy. He then squatted down some, jumped a bit when Albert grabbed his hard cock, but let him guide his cock into her pussy.

Albert was on his back looking up at Cathy's pussy as Mark began to move his cock in and out of her, his balls lightly bumping against her with each thrust. Albert lifted his head and began running his tongue over his wife's clit, feeling Mark's balls bounce off his chin. He glanced at the video monitor from between Mark's legs and confirmed the shot was clear, then he began to stroke his cock and lick his wife's pussy.

He moved down from her clit occasionally actually sliding his tongue over Mark's cock and tasting his wife's fluids on it before moving up to her clit again. The entire experience was so incredible to him he had to stop stroking his cock from time to time to keep from coming too soon. He could tell Cathy was about to come again and Mark was now thrusting and withdrawing frantically, his pelvis slapping loudly against Cathy's ass.

When Cathy finally cried out, "Oh yes, I'm coming," Albert stopped licking her clit, knowing how hypersensitive it gets when she comes and simply watched as Mark shoved his cock to the hilt and held it in her as her pussy convulsed around his cock. Mark waiting until the convulsions subsided and then he continued as Albert watched, stroking his own cock.

In just a minute or two, Mark grown loudly and then pulled his cock out of Cathy's pussy, grabbing it with his hand and finishing himself off. As Albert watched the first splash of Mark's cum on Cathy's pussy, he lifted his ass off the bed and came, spurting his cum up onto his stomach. In the meantime, Mark continued on his cock spurting first on Cathy's ass and then down directly onto Albert's face. He then moved over to the side of the bed and tossed a towel to Albert.

After drying off his face, he lifted his head and licked the cum off of his wife's pussy and ass. He then looked over to Mark, as he cleaned his own cum off of his chest. "You look confused Mark."

"I just don't get it," he said, shaking his head.

Albert got up, shut down the video equipment and then moved it out of the way, so they all could get dressed without knocking things down. Cathy just put on a robe while Albert pull on some pants and the two of them walked Mark to the door.

Standing at the door Mark said once again, "I just don't get it, but anytime you want me to fuck Cathy, just give me a call."

Albert reached out and shook Mark's hand saying, "I enjoyed it and I know Cathy loved it."

Albert then watched Mark walk out to his car shaking his head. The big man climbed into his vehicle and drove away. Albert locked the front door and asked Cathy, "Hey you want to watch the video?" They both rushed into the bedroom. 

  



The Boss



Things had been getting difficult at work lately. The open planned office was awash with fear. Ten people were made to go last week; the general consensus was that more would be following. It was such bad timing - I'd only recently bought my house. At twenty eight, I thought I was doing ok. I had some savings and I knew I couldn't stay at my mother's for the rest of my life; then, the week after moving in, the boss came with the news that we had to get rid of some of the staff. What made it worse was the look on her face: she looked like she was getting a kick out of telling people the gloomy situation.

I never had many dealings with the boss, she was either abroad or out seeing clients, but people had told me she ruled with an iron fist; she took no prisoners -- as I was to find out.

I was attracted to her. I think she was thirty nine, the last time someone told me. She was quite tall, maybe five foot ten, and a perfect size: not too skinny. She had long and thick black hair and a strong, round face, with these piercing blue eyes; one look from them could either kill you, or excite you. She always power dressed, usually something in black; always boots, and sometimes patented ones if she felt daring; varying length of short skirts, black sheen stockings, and usually a tight fitting blouse covering her well talked about tits, and Jesus, they were talked about; how she managed to fit them in that blouse was a mystery.

Then, one dull uneventful day, she walked out of her office looking amazing. She decided to do away with the stockings and went bare legged. She thought it appropriate to wear a brand new pair of black patented boots that looked very expensive and matched her black satin miniskirt -- revealing more leg than usual; you could see she was getting off on it. The whole look was finished off with the usual tight white blouse.

"Gather round everyone," she ordered.

Immediately, I knew this was going to be bad.

"As you are aware, more redundancies have to be made," she paused, "this is something very hard for us all, but after much thought the following people will be leaving us."

She read out a list of ten names, and stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief when my name wasn't one of them; however, she hadn't finished.

"Also, we have to get rid of one of the IT tech's posts, but this will happen in three months time when the new infrastructure has been put in place."

I couldn't believe it. My stomach felt sick.

"I will talk to the IT guys this afternoon to tell them of their options," she continued -- then turned around and calmly walked back to her office.

That afternoon, four of my work mates had already been in her office, two were quite some time, while the other two were straight in and out. There was a ten minute wait after the last person in had left, but then Gill, the bosses PA came over to ask me to see her. 

I walked towards her office; the full length glass walls had the blinds closed behind them. I nervously knocked on her door.

"Come in Simon," she said softly -- which surprised me.

I entered the office, closing the door behind me. She was sitting on the leather sofa at the side of the office, instead of behind her desk, with one leg crossed over the other and holding her glasses in place as she read a file.

"Sit down," she ordered.

I sat on the chair about four yards in front of her, that had obviously been placed there for this sole purpose.

"So, Simon," she started, "there are five of you, and one will be leaving us in three months. How do you feel about that?"

"It's a shame any of us have to go Ms Jones, but I certainly hope it's not me, especially just after buying a house."

She dipped her head and her eyes looked at me above the frames of her black rimmed glasses. She stared for about ten seconds; it felt awful.

"I see," she replied, putting down her file and sitting up straight to face me, "hmmm."

She looked at me some more. Up and down, from toe to head, and from head to toe, then put her index finger against her bottom lip.

"It doesn't have to be you that goes, does it?" she reassured.

She stood up and walked to her desk, bending over to place her file on the top. She noticed me looking at her arse packed tight in her shiny black miniskirt.

She stood straight and faced me once more.

"I could promise to let you keep your job. How would you feel about that?" she asked.

"I'd love to Ms Jones, I'd love to."

"Good, let's see how much you want it," she said grinning, "lock the door."

I walked over to the door and turned the lock.

"Strip for me," I thought she said.

"What?"

"Strip, for, me," she said again.

I was at a loss at this moment. She sat back down on the sofa and crossed her legs again.

"I'm not going to say it again Simon," she said, wide eyed.

I thought about the possible negative impact of all of this, but also the possible benefits; I mean, she's unbelievably sexy, and I'm not that bad, but the thought of how this could all pan out for me made me feel very insecure about the whole thing. 

I twiddled half-heartedly with my tie, and gulped. 

My tie fell to the floor, resulting in Ms Jones' face lightening up with an appreciative smile. She sat back and folded her arms. I started undoing the shirt when she said:

"Just leave it undone, don't take it off."

I did as she said, and slowly kicked off my slip-on shoes.

"Socks off before the trousers," she ordered.

I did as she said without questions. Her smile grew as I started to get to the main area. 

I hesitated with my trouser's belt; she looked at me intensely -- her eyes looking above her glasses, again. God it was a sexy look. I undid the belt and quickly unfastened my trousers before reason and sensibility kicked in; they fell to the floor.

"Mmmmmm," she said, looking me up and down, as I stood in my opened shirt, with my trousers to my ankles and my black lycra short shorts covering the crown Jewels.

"Take everything off except the shorts, stud," she said, adjusting her position on the sofa once more.

I did as she requested. I wasn't hard; I think I was too scared; but it was something she noticed straight away.

"I'm sitting here in front of you, and your cock is soft?" she said questioningly, "that is not good."

I wasn't sure what to do, so I started rubbing my cock through the shorts. I focused on her boots, and then her thighs, then that sexy black satin skirt; it didn't take long to get the blood pumping to my shaft. Ms Jones looked into my eyes and smiled as if she achieved something. 

After a minute or so, my cock was rock hard in my shorts. The lump sticking out was comical, although laughing was the last thing I had on my mind at this time.

"Stand to the side," she said.

I did as she asked; arching my back a little to emphasise my eight inches of squashed up muscle. 

"Very good." she said, leaning back and clapping her hands softly, "you're getting the hang of this."

I stood there, my dick poking at an angle in my shorts, not knowing what to do next. I turned to face her.

"Did I fucking say you could move from that position," she said, loud, but not loud enough to spook anyone outside of the room.

I immediately jumped back into my prior position. 

"Very good," she commented, "now face me and drop the shorts to your knees."

I jumped back to face and hurriedly pulled my shorts to my knees, my cock forcing it's self out as I did so. 

"Oh wow, Ms Jones likes!" she said, looking at my slightly upward curved uncut cock - so hard; the skin had rolled it's self completely behind the pulsing head.

Presently, I was awash with a mix of emotions: I was so turned on, yet fully aware I was being exploited -- with potentially huge consequences. But, at this moment, I was actually enjoying being Ms Jones' sex puppet.

"Ok, take them off and turn around," she ordered.

I quickly did as she said.

"Spread your legs as far as you can, and grab your ankles, keeping your legs straight," she continued.

I did as she told me, without question; feeling my arsehole exposed. I actually started to feel dirty -- not the place I wanted to be. 

"I can see your arsehole Simon, tell me, how many people have seen your arsehole?" she teased.

"Errrm, no one," I replied, knowing full well even with my sexual naivety, a girl wasn't interested in my anus.

Ms Jones clapped softly again, full of excitement.

"Oh my, oh my... I fucking love this. Me and you Simon... we're going to get on like a house on fire. You do as I say, and we're all happy," she stated, "now spread your arse cheeks for me."

I hesitate slightly, but then realised - it certainly wasn't going to stain my name anymore than it had already been stained in the last few minutes - I grabbed my arse cheeks, still bending over, and pulled them apart.

"Good boy... now turn and face me again."

She could see I looked uncomfortable, this pleased her even more.

"Wank!" she said.

I hesitated, briefly, then grabbed my cock and started pumping it. Ms Jones' face turned to picture of concentration: staring at my hand stroking my solid cock. She moved her hand towards her groin, automatically, then swiftly placed it on her knee -- as if she meant to do that in the first place; it was obvious she was really turned on.

She quickly stood up and walked to her desk; I looked at her shiny boots as she walked, helping my cause; she picked up a thick looking elastic band.

"put this round the base of your cock 3 times," she demanded, as she tossed it to me.

I caught the elastic band and looked straight back to Ms Jones.

"How the..." I started to say, before realising there would be no conversation about it.

The elastic band wasn't particularly long, and it certainly wasn't very flexible; but I did as she said... sort of.

I put it over my cock, trying to work out how I could engineer it in the fashion she demanded. I kept it just below the head of my dick and twisted it, pulling it over my cock once more; it was now wrapped around twice -- and it wasn't loose. I looked to Ms Jones, whose facial impression didn't budge, and then I pulled it and twisted it again -- pulling it over my cock for a second time. It was now wrapped over 3 times, and incredibly tight. I gently rolled it down to the base of my shaft -- felling somewhat distressed.

After just a few seconds, the vanes of my cock pulsed out from the skin; the head of my dick slowly turned to a darker shade of purple, and the whole shaft twitching like it had a heart beat of its own. This seriously impressed Ms Jones; she looked at me so wide-eyed, smiling with a hint of disbelief.

"Now wank it!" she ordered.

I went back to stroking my cock; this time with more urgency to cum: I could feel the circulation dying. I wanked hard and fast, looking at Ms Jones. The fact that I was looking at her while wanking was obviously tuning her on: she couldn't sit still for more than a few seconds. 

My breath started to get shallow, and I could feel my balls tightening -- the obvious sign that I was due to cum in a minute or so. But Ms Jones wasn't quite finished:

"Ok, stop!"

"Ms, please, I need to take this elastic band off," I begged.

"You'll do as I say," she replied.

"Please Ms, I'll do something else, just let me take it off, it's starting to stop the circulation," I pleaded.

"Oh, I see, you'll do something else eh? Please elaborate"

"I dunno, please, anything let me take it off."

"Anything?"

"Yes!" I pleaded.

"Mmmm, ok, take it off."

I tried to roll it off, failing miserably. Ms Jones laughed at my predicament.

"For fucks sake, get the scissors on my desk," she said.

I moved to her desk, and cut off the band -- doubling up in relief as the pressure relieved. 

"Now... you said anything, right?" she asked.

The things people say to get out of an unpleased moment! I bowed my head in disbelief at my own words. At that moment id have done anything, but that moment had gone, and now I had to live up to the consequences. 

Ms Jones stood up - her face gleaming with excitement. She walked passed me towards a black leather arm chair at the opposite side of the room from where she had just been sitting. When she got next to the chair, her back towards me, she squeezed her black satin skirt up passed her arse and quickly dropped her immaculate looking shiny white almost-thong like panties; stepping out of them when they fell to floor. 

As she opened her legs wider, keeping them straight, and bent over, with her hands resting on the arms of the chair, she said:

"Lick it."

Her bare arse was staring at me; or rather, I was staring at her bare arse. It was firm, yet plentiful, and no tan lines were visible - the subtle sun colouring of her legs blended in seamlessly.

At that point, I wasn't fully sure what she wanted me to lick; I was sincerely hoping it was her pussy. It all became clear when her two hands removed themselves from the armchair and caressed her arse cheeks before pulling them apart. 

"Please don't make me repeat myself," she said disappointingly.

I walked over and knelt on the floor; my knees touching the heels of her boots. Her hands went back to resting on the arm chair, and her arsehole became covered by her cheeks once more. I hesitated briefly, then placed my hands on her arse-cheeks and opened them up -- her hole was staring once more; but this time I could smell it.

I gathered my bearings and closed my eyes before gently placing my tongue around her pink ring. The taste was pungent and struck me quickly. She let out a pleasurable sigh; I could feel her body relaxing as my tongue massaged her shit-hole. 

"Wider," she demanded.

I opened her cheeks as wide as I could -- her hole opening more as I did.

"Deeper, bitch!" she ordered.

I rammed my tongue into her arsehole as deep as I could; the smell was even stronger now, almost making me gag. If it wasn't for the fact that she was obviously enjoying it so much, with her sighs and slight movements, I'd have surely stopped and given up.

"Baby, this is so good," she gasped, as she slightly adjusted her stance, allowing her hand to more comfortably reach her pussy, "my own personal arse licker."

At that point, there was a knock on the door.

I tensed up, wondering what to do.

"I'm busy," she screamed, "Come back later."

The door handle rattled.

"What the fuck," she said out loud in disbelief, still bent over.

"Ms Jones, It's Frank here," the deep voice said.

Frank was the regional Chief Exec. 

Ms Jones, stood up and pulled her skirt down over her arse. She looked around and pointed to under her desk, the front of which was covered down to the floor. She pointed to my clothes, and I collected them and hid under the desk as she ordered.

"Frank, sorry," she said as she opened the door, "it's been a stressful day; I've just laid off quite a few people. I had to do some yoga to calm down and get my focus back."

"Very well, errm, your PA said you had someone in here with you," he replied, 

"No, no, just me; I finished the one-on-ones a while ago."

She sat down on her desk chair and pulled it into the desk; her boots kicking me in the process. It was obviously accidental at first, but she was obviously enjoying the following few firm prods of the toe of her boots into my naked skin.

Ms Jones and Frank must have talked for a good fifteen minutes about the most boring of business subjects. My body was aching in the position it had been forced in -- squashed up, on my hands and knees. On numerous occasions I nearly just got up and finished that whole charade - but common sense got the better of me, and besides, I was getting like my predicament before Frank turned up.

Not long afterwards, Frank left and closed the door behind him. Ms Jones wheeled her chair back a yard or so and said:

"Come out. Come out, wherever you are."

I crawled out from under the desk on all fours.

"Good -- just how I like my men to come to me."

I'd just fully emerged from my hiding place when she said:

"Now stay there. Turn to the side."

I did as she told me and she wheeled her chair closer towards me and sat back in her chair and put both her boots on my back.

"Excellent! You're a good good boy," she said, unable to hold her giggling, "Now get up."

She moved her boots from my back and I jumped to a standing position.

"Get on my desk and kneel up straight, facing me," she ordered.

I moved her laptop and another few objects and climbed on to the hard wooden surface -- kneeling towards her as she had asked.

"Why isn't your cock hard?" she said, her face tightening, "how dare you look at me without being sexually aroused. Fix it!"

I started stroking my cock - pulling the foreskin all the way back and pulling it forward again. I focused on her boots, then her shapely thighs, her tight black satin skirt hugging her crotch, and then her ample breasts attempting to force their way out of her blouse. It wasn't long before I had a full erection.

"Cum for me. Shoot it. I want no dripping, I want lots of distance. If you reach me you get a reward."

I focused on every different part of Ms Jones while tugging my cock. It felt great. At that moment in time I'd have done anything for that goddess. 

I felt my balls tightening; Ms Jones noticed them, and did the subtle adjustment in her seat that I had become accustomed to. My knees started to inch in uncontrolled directions; my back started to arch - the cum was building up. I looked into Ms Jones' eyes, and she smiled -- a loving smile. The cum shot through my cock and out of the pulsing purple end; the first shot landing to the right of her boot, the next on her knee and upper boot, then on her white satin shirt; the following spurts petered out and fell on the floor.

Ms Jones was in a state of awe and excitement at that moment. Her eyes wide and alive; her tongue unconsciously licking her lips.

"Fuck!" she said, disbelieving what she had just encountered, "holy fuck."

I was still getting my head together at that point; I had cum hard and felt dizzy with it. She wiped the cum on her tits with her index finger, and let it hung in front of her eyes.

"Come here," she ordered.

I got of the desk and moved over to her.

"On your knees," she said, surprisingly softly.

Got on my knees.

"Hands behind your back," she continued.

She moved her cum covered finger towards me face and pulled an assuming expression. I opened my mouth and put it around her finger -- sucking my cum off it.

"Don't swallow it," she asked gently, as she felt my hair with her other hand, "Now get the rest of my knee and boot."

I took a kneeling step backwards and started licking my cum from the top of her boot, followed by her knee.

"Good boy," she commented, "now swallow."

I stopped for a brief moment, and then closed my eyes and swallowed my sticky salty spunk, coughing as I did. Ms Jones laughed and smiled at me:

"Good... good. Now get dressed."

I was just fastening my shoes when Ms Jones, who'd watched me get dressed, said:

"Babe, I will guarantee that job is yours for a long time. What do you think?"

"Yes, please. That would be great," I replied, hysterically.

"All you have to do is be my... errrrm... sex slave a couple times a week. Ok?"

I think my reply of yes was far too quick of a response.



The boss



This is my first submission let me know what you think if you would like more stories from me

Robert moved to a new shift he has been warned about a woman foreman named Mary on that that shift. Mary had him come to the office she had brown hair and big breasts

She told him that she ran a tight shift and could be very strict. She told him she expected quality work from him and to follow the rules. He told her he could do that she caught him staring at her breasts and asked him what he was looking at. He told her nothing she warned him to be carefully unless he wanted to bend over for her. He told her he would be careful and be willing to work with her

She called him to her office a few days later and told him she had complains about him taking a long breaks. He told her the one time he had to go to the bathroom after he had to go back. She asked what he did in the bathroom he told number two. She asked what that meant he told her a bowel movement feeling very embarrassed.

She told him no excuses and to manage his time better. He told her he was sorry and she told him he was sorry for being caught. He told her he would do what would take to make up to her. She told him she would give him a verbal warning for now.

She asked him if he would sign a private agreement just between them and he told her he would be interested. She told him she would be interested interviewing him in the nude to learn more about him and using bare bottom spanking to motivate him. He told her he would sign it. She told him she would like for them to meet outside of work at a restaurant he told her he would be willing. She had him sign the agreement.

A few days went by and she had him come to her office. She told she had complains about his work. She wanted him to sort better when he helped sort. She had him sign a downgrade paper she wanted to use him as a sorter sometimes.

She had him go with her to an office near the main offices. She had him go inside she told him to remove all his clothes and lie naked on the table with his bottom facing her.

He soon was taking his shirt off and then his pants when the lead worker Nora came in.

He had just briefs and was told him to remove them he removed them and stepped out of them naked before the two women. She had him put his clothes off to the side and hand her his wallet, which he did. He climbed on the table with his bottom facing her and Nora. Mary went though his wallet asking questions she told she wanted measurements of his penis and of his fiances for her personal records

She told him that she wanted to fondle his privates. He told her she could do that so she started touching his bottom and then touching private areas. They started taking pictures of him zooming in on his bottom and then she told him to spread his cheeks of his bottom exposing his asshole and to lean forward. She then zoomed for a close-up of his bottom and asshole. She told him to release his ass cheeks. She asked about the marks on his nut sack and bottom. He told her had fell on his bottom she asked why he had not reported it and he told he was told in embarrassed. She told she would take him to see the nurse in a few days he may face discipline.

She then handled his bag and suddenly snapped his nut sack and the squeezed it hard

She told he had earned a spanking she had a paddle with holes. She told him to count and lean forward again stretching his bottom cheeks. Then suddenly she hit his right ass cheek hard. He told her then thank you One then she hit his left ass cheek whack Thank you two. Then suddenly she hit his right ass cheek hard He then told her thank you three, then she hit his left ass cheek whack, thank you four. She kept spanking him hitting the top of his crack which really hurt she then turning the paddle hitting him on the back of his bag. Soon his behind was getting really red.

She had him lean forward and put some tiger balm on his anus and on his bag.Soon those areas were burning.

She told him to get dressed which he did then he went back to work. He was having trouble sitting as his behind hurt Women were talking about him being spanked.

A few days later Mary had him come to the office she took him over to see the nurse

They went into the office and there was Nurse Joyce and also Safety Montior Kathy.

Joyce suggested that he weigh in the nude. He put his items on the desk and soon was taking his shirt and then his pants. He then stepped out of his briefs and was naked before the women she had him step on the scale. There were windows that people could see in the office and he saw women watching him. He was embarrassed being naked and exposed his privates and bottom was in plain view.

Joyce slapped his behind and told him to climb on the scales. She slapped his bottom and told him to move forward she pushed on the back of his nut sack and told him to straighten up. She then weighed him

She then had him go over to a table and sit she started checking his ears and throat. She then checked around his chest and was checking his pecks. Kathy was also looking for marks. Another woman came into the office to look at him

He felt embarrassed as his privates were in plain site. She asked if she could touch and poke his privates. Mary told her she could she started touching and then was poking her fingers into his nut sack.

Joyce had him stand and was pushing her fingers into his nut sack and she told him it would hurt as she probed around. She kept pushing hard into his nut sack causing extreme plain. Kathy was asking him about the marks on his behind as she was feeling around on his bottom. She told him she saw some marks on his back and one on his nut sack. When Joan was done Kathy was feeling around his penis and looking at his nut sack. Kathy talked to Mary and Kathy asked if she could use the nude pictures of his body at a safety meeting. Mary told him he would not receive a suspension but she would have to punish him. He told them they could use the pictures.

Kathy then took some pictures of the mark.

Joyce then had him get on all fours and lean forward she used some lubricate on his anus and then she pushed a finger up his anus and then put a small lighted scope up his anus she started moving up his anus telling him to relax. Another woman came in and got permission and started touching his penis and nut sack. He felt pressure as she moved the scope further up into his anus he started feeling lots of pressure and pain as it went deeper up his anus. One of the visitors wanted to use it to look and he felt it being shoved roughly very deep and it hitting his bladder wall. He kept his teeth close together as this went on and then the Kathy was roughly handling his nut sack rolling it around. Joyce then removed the scope she then asked him a favor she needed to put a large scope inside his penis he told she could do it. She told to lie on his back and move forward. She had him spread his legs then she was pushing a rough scope inside his penis, which was too big. He held his teeth shut as the tears rolled down as the scope was moving up inside his penis. He heard some women laughing as he was in tears.

Then Joyce removed the scope and told him he could get dressed. He remembered his date with Mary later.

To be continued



The Boss and Her Camera



The first job I had after graduate school was with a graphic design company. By small, I mean there were about twenty people employed and, while it was considered up and coming, the company that hadn't yet solidified its reputation. Anyways, my decision to work there - as opposed to another more established company that had offered me a better pay/benefits package - was made after meeting the woman who ran the company. After being interviewed by the personnel director and a project manager I was offered the position. This happened on a Friday afternoon and after I had asked for the weekend to consider both offers, the personnel director suggested that I meet the company's president/owner.

The personnel director asked me to wait in the lobby for a few minutes and when he returned, he led me to the boss's office. The office was spacious - furnished with a leather sofa and two comfortable chairs as well as desk, coffee table and small conference table. It became quickly evident to me that the boss was female. She was busy doing some sketching on a drawing pad when we entered but put it aside when the personnel director & I arrive. When she stood up, I could only stare. If one word could describe her it was stunning! I'd say early forties, five feet seven, auburn hair and likely a 36-24-36 figure. She was wearing a black skirt, a cream colored silk blouse - seductively unbuttoned to display her um, uh, pearl necklace. When she walked over to introduce herself, I noticed she had apparently slipped out of her heels and was in black nylon stocking feet. I immediately thought of Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate' and Lady Sonia from my favorite porn site. From her smile, I knew she knew she had me. She nodded to the personnel director, Larry, who was waiting by the door, and he left her office, quietly closing the door behind him.

Shaking my hand she said: "Hi Mark. I'm Jayne."

She had a sultry voice ala Kathleen Turner and continued: I heard great things about you from Larry and hope we can convince you to join JBG."

I took a deep breath - appreciating the faint fragrance of her perfume, and while I felt the urge to kiss her on the spot and blurting out that I didn't need any more convincing, I simply smiled and said: "Pleased to meet you."

She walked over to a shelf near her desk - allowing me a glimpse of her fine ass, and took a bottle of wine off the shelf along with two glasses. She them down on her desk and asked if I'd like a glass of wine. I was a little surprised to hear her ask that, but decided that if that if this was the way a gorgeous businesswoman did things, I was eagerly on-board.

The wine did help calm me down and Jayne noticed it - as I had drunk it rather quickly. She told me she knew I would be nervous. She explained that her philosophy on running a business was to understand the pressures of the work and balance that by offering an environment that allowed people to relax as much as possible. She said she was competitive by nature but after getting the business off the ground, determined that she needed to become more laid back to keep her employees happy, productive and willing to work for her. She asked me about college and grad school. She poured more wine and inquired about other interests. I told her I liked running, cycling and camping. Jayne told me that she ran on occasion and that there was a weight room along with men's and women's locker rooms in the basement of the building.

She seemed to imply that running and workouts were encouraged and if I wasn't already sold on working for this woman, that idea would have done it. Jayne poured yet another glass of wine for us and asked me about my family. She then asked if I was married or had a girlfriend. I told her that there were a few women that I dated but no serious relationship yet. She smiled and then looked at her watch.

"So, Mark, what do you think? Do you'd like to work for JBG?" she asked.

I wanted to let her know somehow that she had convinced me this would be a good move, so I nodded and said: "It would be a pleasure to work for you."

She smiled and said: "Great! I think you'll enjoy working here. I'll buzz Larry and have him bring in an employment agreement for you to sign."

A minute later, Larry knocked on the door and entered. He suggested that I return to his office since there was quite a stack of forms to complete. He nodded to Jayne and mentioned that she probably had some things to finish before leaving. Jayne said that she did and when I stood, she came over and offered her hand. She told me she was pleased I would be joining them.

As I followed Larry to his office, I noticed that despite it being 5:30 on a Friday evening, there were several people still working. There were a couple attractive young women - which reaffirmed my decision to take the job as a good one. Maybe it was the wine that made the paperwork take longer than expected. When I finally finished, it was close to seven o'clock. Larry told me he had to scoot and that I should ask for him on Monday morning. He would get me set up in the office. We shook hands and as we did, he asked if I could find my way out. I assured him that I could and after he left, I gathered my papers and put them in my briefcase.

I guess I made the wrong turn because instead of finding the exit, I found myself at Jayne's office. The door was slightly ajar and the room softly lit by lamps. I thought it was my imagination when I heard soft moans of pleasure emanating from within. I quietly pushed the door open a little more so I could peer in and was shocked at seeing Jayne sitting on the leather couch. I noticed her panties and nylons on the floor next to her. She had her skirt hiked up and legs spread wide as her fingers busily played with her pussy. Standing nearby, an attractive woman was taking pictures of Jayne. Even though the photographer was fully clothed, I saw that she was a knockout: blonde hair, long legs, nice ass, maybe twenty five or six. When she kneeled down, I knew she was getting some close-ups of Jayne's pussy. I began to rub my cock - imagining how wet it would feel, when I was startled by voices somewhere down the corridor. Instead of hiding and returning for more of this erotic show, I rushed away in the opposite direction of the voices and found and exit that lead to the lobby of the building. I got my bearings and located a men's restroom. Once inside, I put my briefcase down, moved to the urinal and freed the still hard cock from my trousers. Precum was oozing from the tip as I gripped my cock and began to pump it. I closed my eyes to revisit the scene I had witnessed just moments ago. Within seconds, cum was splashing the porcelain wall of the urinal. Afterwards, on the ride home as well as over the weekend, I wondered what I might be getting myself into.

When I arrived at work on Monday, I was given a small office and Larry walked around with me to introduce me to other employees. There were two project managers who made assignments and reviewed work. My project manager's name was Craig and after we met for about an hour, he gave me a list of projects I would be involved with over the next few months. Despite initial visions I had of orgies and one-on-one sexual encounters, I settled into the job and those thoughts fell to the back of my mind. I really liked the people I worked with and discovered that the laid back philosophy that Jayne had conveyed in our first meeting really was conducive to being productive. Of course there were deadlines, but no one was looking over anyone's shoulder or piling on additional work. The only pressure I felt was that which I put on myself. For example, like how several weeks later I was working late on a Friday because I knew I was taking Monday to spend a long weekend away at a friend's wedding. Hoping to get a little ahead of schedule on an advertising project, I was sketching some edits on a design I had already loaded onto my computer. I was lost in thought when Jayne's recognizable sultry voice startled me. I looked up and she was standing next to my chair holding a glass of wine. She was wearing a light grey silk blouse with a couple of buttons seductively undone to go with navy slacks. And, as I had gotten used to seeing around the office, she wasn't wearing shoes over her nylon stockings.

"Hi Mark. It's already after seven on a Friday night. You must have better things to do," she said.

I began to explain how I was taking Monday off and wanted to get a little ahead of things.

Jayne laughed and said: "You don't have to work late on a Friday to do that. Why don't you call it a night and join me for a glass of wine in my office. Besides, I've been meaning to talk to you about a project I've been working on."

I wasn't about to argue with her, so I saved, shut down my computer and followed Jayne to her office. I sat down in one of the leather chairs while she got the bottle of wine and another glass from the shelf behind her desk. As she was doing that she asked if I had heard anything about bonuses that are given for special projects she occasionally has. I told her I hadn't. She placed the wine down on the coffee table between us and sat down in the other leather chair.

She explained: "I give a bonus to people who assist me on projects I sometimes do on the side. Sometimes it's an employee who helps me. Sometimes it's a friend or acquaintance."

Jayne noticed how quickly I had finished my wine and refilled my glass. I was recently thinking about a new car, so the thought of bonus work intrigued me.

"I would be interested in the bonus," I told her.

"Great!" she replied. "I need to go to the ladies room and will be right back to show you what I'm working on."

I was either nervous or thirsty because I polished off my second glass of wine and poured more into my glass. Jayne came back and closed the door behind her. She also flipped off the lights leaving the room more softly lit by a lamp behind the leather chairs.

Jayne went over to her desk and sat down. She began doing something with her computer.

"Come over and have a look, Mark," she told me.

When I was standing next to her she clicked on a file and I couldn't believe what I was looking at. It was a photograph of a woman masturbating and even though the woman's face was not visible in the photo, I knew who it was. Four weeks had passed since I witnessed Jayne being photographed in her office, but the image of it was clear in my mind like it had happened yesterday. I must have gulped or moaned because Jayne asked if anything was wrong.

"Nothing's wrong," I managed to reply. "I'm just, well; I'm sort of surprised to be looking at this."

She smiled and clicked on a few more of the photos. I stared at them and my cock reacted - stiffening in my pants.

"Just so you don't think I'm some kind of pervert here, Mark, let me explain a little bit about this special project," Jayne said.

She opened the desk drawer and took out a sketch pad. She looked at the photo that was currently displayed on the computer and then flipped the sketchbook open to a page that showed a penciled sketch of the very same photo. The sketch was an excellent rendition of it - with very clear details.

Jayne explained: "I've been hired to do illustrations for a new sex manual. Do you remember 'The Joy of Sex'"?

I told her I did.

Jayne continued, "This will be similar but more erotic. It may include some erotic stories as well." She clicked on more photos of the woman I knew was her and then flipped to a corresponding sketch of each. I was amazed at how good the illustrations were. I also knew that with me standing beside her desk chair, there was no hiding the fact that I was hard.

She smiled and said: "I can tell you like them."

I laughed nervously and replied: "These are great!"

Her close-up sketches were unbelievably vivid and the fine detailing made it seem like the pussy, her pussy, was wet.

"You're probably curious about how your assisting me works," Jayne said.

She reached down to her right to a desk drawer that was actually a safe. She worked the combination and took out a sheet of paper that was titled 'Agreement of Understanding'. She handed it to me and as I looked it over, Jayne explained that those who assist her are either involved in taking photos or being photographed.

"No one's face will appear in the book. Photos will be either taken so that a person's face doesn't appear in the frame or edited/cropped out if it does," she said.

I noted that the agreement stated that photos would not be disseminated to the internet or for any publication. It also said that photos would be destroyed after use per artistic purposes for the book. I read that all project work would be conducted during non-business hours and involvement in the project would be kept strictly confidential. The agreement had a signature line for the participant and Jayne.

I sipped some wine and said: "I think I'd be willing to help you on this."

Jayne smiled and told me she had hoped so. She handed me a pen to sign the agreement. Once I did, she signed it and told me she would leave a copy in my mailbox Monday. She said the original would be kept in her safe. Then she reached into a different desk drawer and took out a camera.

"Do you need me to take some pictures?" I asked hopefully.

"No, what I have in mind is to get some photos of you. I need some good shots of cock and of a guy stroking it," she told me.

Just hearing her say this excited me and when she asked me if I thought I could do this I told her yes.

Jayne said: "What I'm thinking would be erotic would be to have you strip down to your boxers." She paused and then asked, "You are a boxer's guy, aren't you?"

I told her I was.

She continued: "So you would strip down to your boxers and the first photos would be of your cock sticking out through the fly."

I nervously sipped more wine as she further described the photo shoot. "A few photos would be of you stroking your cock that way. Then a few more would be taken with your boxers pulled down to mid thigh. If that sounds okay with you, we should get started."

I gulped down the rest of my wine and asked where I should go. She told me to go over in front of the couch where she can adjust the lighting. I walked over and took off my shirt - leaving me in a sleeveless tee shirt.

"Hmmm, you can leave the tee shirt on," she told me.

I then took off my shoes followed by my pants. My cock was stiff under my boxers. Jayne got up from her desk with the camera. She walked over and turned down the lighting of the lamp's three-way bulb.

She then stood about five feet in front of me and sensually said: "Mmmm, now take that nice hard cock out."

I did as she instructed, slipping it through the fly of my boxers. Jayne took a couple of pictures and then told me to squeeze my cock so that a drop of precum would appear on the tip. When I did, Jayne took a close up. She then told me to smear the precum around my cock head so she could capture a glistening effect. After a couple photos that way, she told me to grip my cock. I did as I was told.

"Slip you boxers down in front, so they're just below your balls," Jayne directed.

My cock was throbbing and Jayne took several more shots of it - with and without my hand on it.

"Ok, just a few more and we're done. Cup your balls - first without gripping your cock. Then, I want you to grip it," she said.

She took the final few pictures and then in her sexy voice that seemed a little shaky - as though she had been working out, she said: "Okay. That's it. You can get dressed now."

I started pulling my boxers up over my throbbing cock and stood there a moment watching Jayne return to her desk. She sat down and put the camera away.

Looking up at me she said: "I'll bet you're disappointed but you have to remember that this isn't about sex."

I nodded and reluctantly began putting my clothes back on. She poured more wine and returned to take a seat in one of the leather chairs. When I was dressed, I walked over to the other leather chair and took a seat. I was still worked up and took a big gulp of wine to try and settle myself.

"Are you doing okay?" Jayne asked.

"I guess," I told her.

"I have an idea," she said.

"What's that?" I asked - taking another big sip of wine.

"Stand behind the chair a minute and I'll show you something," she told me.

I got up and stood behind her. I was surprised when she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a red lace bra and a wonderful view of her cleavage.

I was about to reach down and cup a breast when she must have read my mind. "No touching," she purred.

I wanted to so badly, but she was my boss and this was her territory. I put my hands on top of the chair.

"I know you want to cum and that's okay," Jayne said. "But I want you to just listen to me as you rub against the back of the chair."

She whispered in a sexy voice that underneath her slacks she was wearing black nylons and a red garter belt. She told me to look at her bra and said she had matching red lace bikini panties that felt very wet. Jayne was driving me crazy so I once again, undid my pants and the fell to the floor as I continued grinding my cock up against the soft leather chair. I saw her place a hand between her legs. She told me she loved seeing my cock and taking pictures of it. She rubbed herself seductively and said her pussy was feeling very wet.

"What do you think it would be like to have your tongue on my pussy right now, Mark?" she whispered.

I closed my eyes - remembering the sight of her pussy from several weeks ago that was refreshed by the photos she had shown me a little earlier. I imagined myself kneeling between her legs and saw myself tasting the sweet wetness - all the while humping the chair more desperately.

Jayne must have heard me panting and she urged me on whispering: "I want you to cum."

That's all it took. I felt my balls tighten and the surge of my ejaculation forcefully spurting through and out of my cock. I moaned and held onto the chair as my throbbing cock pressed into the slick back of it. When my orgasm subsided, my knees felt weak and boxers were sopped with cum. Jayne stood up, buttoning her blouse. She smiled at me and mentioned it was time to get going.

"Those boxers look too wet to wear," Jayne observed. "Give them to me."

I slipped out of them and handed them to her. She put them up to her face, took a deep breath and then slipped them into her pocketbook. I quickly dressed and followed her as she hurried out of the office. I walked her to her car. Before getting in, Jayne thanked me for the help and told me to have a nice long weekend.

After my weekend away, I didn't see Jayne at all the following week. She apparently was out of town on business for most of it. I did, however, meet Nicole -- the woman I watched photographing Jayne the day I interviewed and decided to work for JBGraphics. I was in the fitness room in the basement of the building; stretching before taking a lunchtime run when she came in. She was wearing running shorts and a sports bra - sweaty from having run herself. There were some other people working out that she apparently knew and exchanged greetings with them. I watched her. Her blonde hair was up in a pony tail and she also had a nice tan. Her figure was one that she obviously paid attention to. Every part of her looked firm. She grabbed a towel and as she was drying herself, she surprised me by coming over to me, extending her hand and introducing herself. She told me her name and said she worked in the 2nd floor law firm as a legal secretary. I told her my name and that I worked at JBGraphics. She smiled, telling me that she was good friends with Jayne. Then she said she had to stretch a little, shower and get back to work. I told her I needed to get going on my run and be back for a meeting. She then said maybe we can run together sometime. I smiled and said that would be nice.




The Boss and Her Camera



Two days later, I returned to my desk from a project review with Craig and had a voicemail from Nicole that said she was going for a run around 12:30 and that she would see me in the fitness room if I could make it. Of course I did, and thoroughly enjoyed her company and conversation as we did a casual three miles. I discovered she was twenty six years old and lived in the city with two other friends. We agreed to run again the next day and continued that into the following week. I found her to be funny, engaging and flirtatious which, combined with her attractiveness, made me horny. After our run on Friday, I asked if she had any plans for the weekend. She mentioned that she had to work a few hours on Saturday morning because one of the attorneys in the firm has a big trial on Monday and that she had plans with friends on Saturday night and Sunday. When I asked if she might be able to join me for a drink, maybe a quick bite after work, she looked genuinely pleased and told me yes. So I suggested we meet at a casual restaurant that was a favorite hang-out nearby.

"Sounds like a plan," she said.

After work I drove to the restaurant. As I was getting out of my car, Nicole pulled in. It had been hot the past few days, but we decided to sit on the patio out back overlooking the lake. Despite it being Friday, there were tables available because of the heat. Nicole and I shared an appetizer. I drank beers while she sipped margaritas. The evening seemed to fly by as we enjoyed each other's company. I finally asked her the question that had been on my mind since we first met.

"How do you know Jayne?" I asked.

She blushed and disclosed that Jayne had come up to the law firm to talk tone of the attorneys who did some legal work for JBGraphics. While she waited they got acquainted. Then before going in to meet with the lawyer, Nicole said that Jayne had recruited her for a special side project she was involved in.

"Why do you ask?" Nicole wanted to know.

"Just curious," I told her, not ready to disclose my suspicions yet.

I was surprised when she moved her chair closer to mine, put her hand on my leg and leaned in to whisper how much she liked me. I turned, looked at her for a second, and then we kissed. It was briefly at first; then we embraced to have a long, erotic, tongue-dancing one that made me hard.

"Mmmm," Nicole murmured when our lips parted, her fingers rubbing gently along the inside of my thigh.

I so wanted to fuck her. I was about to say that we should go back to my apartment when her cell phone rang. She flipped it open to identify the caller then said hi. She got up from the table, held a finger up to indicate one minute and walked to the other side of the patio. About a minute later, she came back to the table and told me she had to leave. I asked if something was wrong. She said one of her roommates had misplaced her keys. She needed a ride and to be able to get into the apartment. Nicole leaned over to give me a brief kiss and told me she would call me later. I was disappointed but had no say in the matter. After she left, I finished my beer, paid the bill and went home. A few hours later, Nicole called and bemoaned the fact that she had to leave -- as well as having to get up for work in the morning. She asked me if I might want to meet her and go for a run or to lunch around mid-day. I was delighted she had asked. I told her that I was actually planning to go to the office for a couple of hours so we could do either.

Saturday morning I got to the office around ten and noticed Nicole's car in the parking lot. The office was dark, so I turned on some lights, got to my desk and quickly lost myself in the project I was working on. I was startled when two hands circled me from behind and a female voice sexily whispered hello in my ear. Nicole had taken me by surprise. She rubbed my chest while nibbling my neck. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and her fingers lightly brushed against my nipples before moving down over my stomach. My cock got hard and she whispered that she wanted to make up for what we didn't get to last night. I got off my chair and turned towards her. She was wearing a short black skirt and beige silk blouse that had three buttons undone. Her nipples were visible through the blouse's material and I knew she had taken off her bra. We embraced -- our lips and tongues desperately meeting each other's. As I pressed myself against her, she gripped my cock through my pants and I ran a hand up between her thighs to discover she wasn't wearing panties. My fingers lightly brushed over her pussy lips. She was already wet. I then held the palm of my hand against her slit as she began to grind against it. She said we should find a sofa or something and I immediately thought of Jayne's office. I was about to suggest that, but then decided not to since Jayne often came to work on weekends. So instead, I said we should use the conference room. 

I had occasionally fantasized about fucking someone on a conference room table and that opportunity was about to present itself. I told Nicole to wait in the conference room and that I wanted to take a quick check around to make sure no one was working. The place was still empty, so when I got back to Nicole we just went wildly at each other -- passionately kissing and groping each other. Nicole unbuckled and unzipped my pants which fell to the floor. She stroked my cock through my boxers with a strong grip as I finished unbuttoning her blouse. I removed it and dropped it to the floor. I quickly tore off my shirt and removed my boxers then spun Nicole around -- telling her to lean over the table. As she did, I moved behind her and lifted her skirt up to her waist -- exposing her lovely, firm ass. I grabbed her hips and moved against her -- first sliding my cock against her crack and then, with the help of her hand, was guided into the warm wetness of her pussy. My cock bore into her and then I slowly eased out. I reached around her to fondle her breasts and nipples. 

She leaned her head back towards mine and told me how good it felt. Then she whispered: "Jayne's here..."

Hearing this, I actually had the urge to run. I felt my cock begin to soften. Nicole must have felt that as well as me tensing up. She told me Jayne wouldn't mind and urged me to keep fucking her. She said her pussy needed me. The power of her words calmed me down and I grabbed her hips again as I thrust my hardening cock into her. I looked over my shoulder and saw Jayne smiling as she approached us -- holding her camera. She came right up beside me and I felt her fingers lightly brush against my ass.

"This is nice," she cooed and began taking photos.

She got underneath the table, kneeling right beneath us and began taking close-ups of my cock pounding Nicole's pussy. To hear Nicole moaning and know Jayne was busy at work below us was very exciting. Nicole was grinding her pussy against my cock more furiously. I fucked her harder -- my balls slapping against her sweet ass as I did. My cock nearly slipped out of Nicole when she came -- bucking wildly against me and moaning fiercely before her upper body collapsed satiated on the table. This triggered my own orgasm. I firmly grasped her hips and ejaculated what felt to be an endless amount of cum deep inside her. I heard Jayne moving around underneath the table taking pictures and an occasional "Mmmm," escaped her lips.

Then she said to me: "That is so hot! Your cum is dripping out of her pussy. Come look."

I eased myself away from Nicole and kneeled on the floor next to Jayne. Jayne's blouse was partially unbuttoned and her skirt was hiked up pretty high -- giving me a glimpse of her panties. From the way she was breathing and how flush her face looked, I could tell she was excited. Then nodding towards Nicole's cum-sopped pussy, she said she wanted some shots of me eating her -- licking up my cum.

Seeing my look of surprise and hesitation she said in her sensual voice: "C'mon Mark. It would be so great to capture that."

Reluctant but eager to please Jayne, I first prodded Nicole to turn over onto her back. When she did, I moved between her legs on my knees and, with a glorious view of her shaved but glistening pussy, I began to tentatively lick. I had never done this before and, once I got going, was not bothered at all at what I was doing. The flavor was not what I expected it to be. There was a surprising sweetness to it. I got my tongue inside Nicole -- sampling more of the juices from our lovemaking. Nicole beam thrashing against my tongue and Jayne took pictures of me eating my first 'cream pie' and bringing Nicole to another orgasm. I turned towards Jayne -- expecting something more but at the same time knowing better. I was quickly brought back to reality when she smiled, gave me a 'thumbs up' and then stood up to leave. She waved to both of us as she left the conference room almost as quietly as she had entered a short while ago. 

"That was fun," Nicole said as we began to get dressed.

I smiled and nodded, but for some reason, felt a little awkward from what had just happened.

Remembering she said she had some plans for the rest of the day, I told her that I needed to get going to meet some friends for softball.

After that time in the conference room, Nicole and I never remained friendly but never dated again. Although nothing was ever said, I knew it was a set up -- albeit an extremely erotic one.

Several weeks passed and, once again, one of those periods when I saw very little of Jayne. In the meantime, I had gotten a call from a very good friend, Jake, who I had gone to grad school with. He told me he had started his own company just outside of Washington and was doing really well. Business was really booming. I was taken by surprise when he offered me a managing partner's position at a substantially larger salary than I was making at JBGraphics. Since the Washington area was where I had attended college and grad school, my familiarity with it made the offer even more attractive. The trouble was how much I enjoyed working at JBGraphics -- especially for Jayne. It would be difficult to even bring the subject up. That being said, I was totally caught off guard one afternoon in late September when I visited Jayne's office after getting an email that asked me to stop by before I left. 

I especially enjoyed visiting Jayne's office at the end of the day. It was usually when she was relaxed and when I stopped by just before my usual quitting time at 5, she was laughing with someone on the phone. Upon noticing me, she signaled for me to take a seat and got up to pour some wine as she wrapped up her phone call. When she ended the conversation shortly after that, she smiled and brought over a glass of wine for me and sat down on one of the leather chairs.

"I've got some great news," she said excitedly.

"What might that be?" I asked.

She explained that she had been on the phone with the head editor of the photography project she was working on and that they absolutely love the work. He told her that once everything was wrapped up they should be able to publish within the next two months.

"Fantastic!" I replied, feeling very much a part of what this meant. 

All along I knew that Jayne would make it a great work of erotic art. She was definitely creative and despite her laid back disposition, I knew she was very driven. When she told me she had been collaborating with some of the writers for the photos, I simply smiled realizing that she very likely had an extremely vivid imagination. Jayne explained that each series of photos would have an accompanying erotic story. She said that she had been to several sessions with the writers where they would look at a slideshow presentation of the photos and then throw ideas around about what the story should be. 

"I've even submitted some stories to go with the photos and the publishing company thinks they're perfect," Jayne said.

I laughed and said, "You have to have a naughty mind to be able to do something like that."

Jayne gulped down her wine and replied, "You better believe it."

Then out of nowhere she said: "Oh, there's some other news as well."

When I asked what, she told me that I was going to go work for my friend as a managing partner but that I'd be making $10,000 more than his substantial offer.

"What?" I relied, wondering if I had heard correctly.

She laughed and said, "You heard me. I actually am a business acquaintance of Jake and we've gone out to lunch a few times when we've been at the same marketing and business conferences. We have actually collaborated on some large scale design projects. He's a real go-getter. So last week he called to ask about your availability to become a managing partner with his company. I told him you might be available for the right price. When he told me what he was offering you, I said $15,000 more and you can leave."

"Wow!" was all I could say as I watched Jayne refill our wineglasses.

Jayne continued, "We negotiated a little. He said he could go as high as $10,000 more and I told him I would only do that if he promised to turn a certain large design project we were both contributing to completely over to JBGraphics. I also said I needed you to finish up work on a special project you're working on here."

Before I could react, there was a soft knock at the door. When Jayne opened it, Larry saw me and asked if he should come back. Jayne told him it was fine join us. I hadn't seen Larry in awhile and, usually when I did see him it was passing in the corridor or those few times when I needed to complete some personnel transaction. He had grown a goatee and looked like he had lost some weight. 

"I was just telling Mark some good news that I heard about the project," Jayne said, closing the door and then pouring some wine for Larry. 

She turned to me and continued, "Larry has also helped me out with some of the photography I've been doing."

I smiled and sipped some wine, feeling just a little nervous by this comment.

Larry asked what the good news was and when Jayne told him, he lifted his wineglass -- offering a toast.

"It's great you're almost finished," he said as we all raised our glasses to drink.

"One more photo shoot should do it," Jayne said. "Hopefully that can be taken care of soon."

"Let me know if I can help," Larry offered. 

Jayne told him it was one of the reasons she had asked him to stop by. The other pertained to some personnel news about me. When Jayne explained my job opportunity, Larry raised his wineglass again to offer congratulations.

"That sounds like a terrific opportunity for you, Mark," he told me.

Jayne then said, "So Mark, as I was saying earlier, there's some work on the um, special project that I hope you'd be willing to help with."

"You know I've enjoyed participating," I told her as she poured more wine for the three of us.

"This might be a little different though, Mark," she told me. "The photo shoot I want you for involves some male on male oral action."

I almost choked on the mouthful of wine I was swallowing hearing what she had just said. Jayne said she knew it might be difficult for me to do this but hoped I might be open minded enough to help her finish up the project.

"All you have to do is have some pictures taken," she explained. "Larry is bi and is willing to supply the mouth. With his goatee, everyone looking at the book will know the mouth belongs to a man."

"I don't know if I can do that, Jayne," I replied nervously.

"C'mon Mark. You'd just need to take your cock out, close your eyes, and imagine someone else," she said trying hard to convince me.

"I, I don't know," I said again.

Jayne moved a little closer to me and in her husky, sexy voice she cooed. "In fact, Mark, why don't you just imagine that I'm sucking your gorgeous cock?"

I felt my cock twitch a little hearing her say that.

"Or maybe it would be easier to look at me and think about all the things we might do to each other," Jayne continued.

Then to my surprise, she stood about three feet in front of me, slowly began unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a lacy black bra beneath. She looked at me smiling -- knowing it would arouse me. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Underneath her skirt she was wearing black lace panties and a matching garter belt to hold her nylons up. I could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume and her sex. My cock stiffened at the sight of her posed sexily in front of me.

"Please Mark; let me see your cock," she said. "Take it out and let me see how hard you are."

Mesmerized, I undid my pants and slipped my boxers down with them. My hard cock sprang freely to attention.

"Mmmm, such a beautiful cock, Mark," Jayne cooed. "Stroke it for me."

I slowly began to stroke my cock as Jayne watched. She ran her hands over her bra covered breasts and then up and down the inside of her thighs -- which was tremendously arousing. She knew she had my attention and must have made a signal to Larry, who had gotten on his knees beside my chair.

"Close your eyes, Mark, and imagine what it might be like to feel my lips on your cock or how fucking my wet pussy might feel," Jayne instructed.

I closed my eyes, and then it happened -- a mouth engulfed my cock. It was a mouth that knew what to do and even though I could feel the bristles of a beard brushing against my balls, I imagined it was Jayne's mouth. 

"Gawd, that's so hot," Jayne murmured as I heard a camera clicking away right next to me. 

The pleasure was shocking and got even more intense when I heard Jayne say that she wanted to taste my cum. Within what seemed like seconds, I moaned, felt my balls tighten, and began spurting cum into what I was imagining to be Jayne's mouth. The mouth left my cock and I opened my eyes to see Jayne taking close-ups of Larry's mouth which had cum oozing out of it onto his goatee below. Larry was rubbing his cock through the jeans he was wearing and he soon began to grunt and spasm in the all too familiar way that indicated he was ejaculating.

Jayne put her camera down and began re-buttoning her blouse. She then put her skirt back on.

She was smiling when she said "That might have been the hottest photo shoot of them all. My panties are absolutely soaked," she said refilling those glasses that needed more wine. "I'm so grateful to have people like the two of you. This project wouldn't have happened so quickly and been so easy to do if I hadn't had such fantastic people willing to help me," she continued -- her voice catching a bit.

We finished our wine then Larry and I both got up to leave. We knew better than to pursue something sexual with Jayne, who despite her playfulness was all-business when it came to the project. Jayne gave us both hugs. After we embraced, Jayne held onto my arms and said she hoped there might be some opportunities when we could get together for lunch or dinner down the road.

Larry and I walked down the hall together. Before I headed out the door, he said I should stop by for the paperwork I'd need to do in order to begin my new job.

It was about six weeks after that when a package was delivered to me at my new office. I had settled into my new job and was really enjoying myself. I was supervising a handful of projects but also had been entrusted to represent the company at a lot of design conferences and marketing meetings. It was a mild November day in Northern Virginia and I had just come back from a quick lunchtime run. As I passed by the receptionist, she held out a package and told me that it had arrived while I was out. It was marked "Confidential -- to be opened by addressee only". The return address was for JBGraphics.

I hurried to my office, closed the door and opened it. I was pleased to find a book titled: "Erotic Pleasures - A Visual Guide to Sexual Adventure". Seeing the photos immediately aroused me. The images were tastefully erotic, but indiscernible. Jayne had edited them so that one would never know who the imaged cock, mouth, tongue, breasts, hand, or pussy belonged to -- unless, of course, you knew you had modeled for her. I quickly flipped through the pages until I landed on a page that had a small envelope with my name on it taped to the page. Momentarily studying the two photos appearing on the page, I realized there was something familiar about them: a mouth, a tongue. a close-up of a pussy -- causing me to pause and smile. I gently eased the envelope off the page and opened it.




The Boss and Her Camera



The note read: "I'll be in town next week. Hope we can find some time to have a drink and look at the book together. Will call u. - xo, Jayne."

I imagined us alone in her apartment: unable to resist her tantalizing scent and sexy voice -- touching and tasting every part of her body that I had seen up close. No camera needed. It gave me some hope... I was snapped out of my reverie when the phone rang. The receptionist informed me that my one o'clock appointment had arrived. I stashed Jayne's book in my briefcase and took a deep breath -- giving myself a couple of minutes to compose myself by looking through the client's file before going out to my meeting.



The Boss and His PA



Part 1.
David Barclay

When checking and clearing old files from my PC I came across this story I'd written at the time when the events described here were happening. I've no great pretensions as an author, but since I read stories here at literotica I decided to submit part 1. It's in several parts so let's see how part1 is received. The events are broadly true with a little embellishment in later episodes but I've enjoyed rereading events from a very enjoyable past employment. It would be nice to think that readers here enjoy it too.

I didn't realise on the day that Anne started as my PA that things would turn out the way they have. I am a director of a large international company, and my previous PA had left to take up a new post. Anne had been working in another department just down the corridor, and when I interviewed her for the PA role I felt she was ready for promotion, and more responsibility. She seemed willing, lively, enthusiastic, and keen to please. 

At the time I didn't realise the significance of that judgement, but things have turned out to be very interesting indeed. She proved to be a very able PA, and quickly became a key partner in handling my office requirements. Perhaps at this point I should describe both Anne and me (David). 

I am 45, slim, average looks, and what most people would describe as a successful businessman. In my current role I have responsibility for a major part of our corporation here in the UK and like most successful business people I guess I must have a dominant personality. I don't suffer fools gladly, but I am careful to look after the interests of my people. 

Anne is 35, but could easily pass for 25 with a very "English" look - blond, blue eyes, slim, with a very pale complexion, a size 8, and very attractive. A personality that is lively, considerate, keen to learn, and keen to please. I cannot deny that her looks and personality influenced my decision at the interviews. 

As I stated earlier our relationship was easy from the start, we got on well, she was good at her job, and she obviously enjoyed looking after me - she would bring me coffee as soon as I arrived in the office, update me on messages, actions, meetings, and so on. The relationship gradually became mildly flirtatious in the way that many office relationships do - I would comment on her outfit, compliment her on her new hairdo and so on. I also loved looking at her legs - I am a "leg man"! but my only disappointment was that perhaps 50% of the time she would wear trouser suits. 

The turning point in the relationship came over Christmas when I had taken her out for the traditional celebration lunch. It was really the first time we had spent several hours in each other's company alone. We got on really well, and somehow the conversation got round to relationships and sex. 

I found out that her husband liked her to be dominant, to wear rubber and to whip him, but that she felt really uncomfortable with this. It became very clear to me that she had latent submissive tendencies and we discussed my thoughts on the subject.

Although she was reluctant to confirm this (never having tried it) it was clear that she did harbour such thoughts. I decided that it would be worthwhile putting my theories to the test. This was the turning point in our relationship. What now follows is a true description of how things have progressed since that lunch. 

Given that I am a confirmed leg man I started by telling her that fact, and that she was therefore disappointing me when she wore trousers. I also explained that I really prefer my PA to wear skirts, and that stockings and suspender wearing would be my orders if it wasn't for PC policies. 

Of course this then led to an agreed secret rule that she would give it a try - I did notice a slight flush as she said this. I must say that I wasn't disappointed because the very next day she was wearing a brown suede effect skirt noticeably shorter than any previous and to my trained eye it was clear that stockings were the order of the day. 

Around 11.00 a.m. I had occasion to call her into my office to go through some arrangements, asking her to close the door behind her. Before she had a chance to sit down I commented that her legs were looking very attractive that she was wearing a nice skirt and was she wearing my preferred stockings and suspenders. 

She coloured slightly and fairly quietly confirmed that she was. I then stated that I could see that her stockings were flesh coloured but what colour were her suspenders? A little bit more of a pink tinge to her cheeks, and the answer came back - "black"!

"Walk around the office so I can see your legs properly! Turn around so I can admire them from the back! Now walk towards me! Now away from me! Now a twirl!" 

After a minor hesitancy she complied with my directions. I was beginning to enjoy myself and I believed that she was also beginning to enjoy the attention and the compliments interspersed with my directions. After a few minutes I decided to progress - "You are looking very sexy, your legs are superb in those stockings, your skirt is short enough to be interesting - now show me your stocking tops!" 

She stopped in surprise at this - I thought she was going to refuse then she asked me "How?" 

"I want you to pull the hem of your skirt up slowly until I tell you to stop and I want you to do it now or you will be in trouble!"

Anne looked me straight in the eye, slowly moved her arms to her side, took hold of the bottom of her skirt and gradually pulled it up her thighs. Because I was sitting and she was standing I had a lovely view, as slowly her legs were revealed, then as the dark bands at the tops of her stockings became visible my cock began to harden.

The clasps of her suspenders were next into vision, followed soon after by the white flesh that bulged sexily over the tops of her stockings. Sure enough, black suspenders were pressing tight against her flesh as the bottom of her skirt crept upwards.

My cock was by now straining against by business suit, I was nervous in case anyone decided they needed to talk to me, and I could see that Anne was flushed, her tongue was licking her dry lips, and she looked decidedly nervous as well. She didn't stop but continued to draw her skirt up her legs until the matching black lace of her panties came into view - they were very small, semi-sheer, and were pulled tight into the cleft at the tops of her legs. 

Still I kept quiet until her skirt was around her waist and could be pulled up no further. For the first time Anne stood before me in a pose that was to become familiar.

Black court shoes with probably 3" heel, then those delicate ankles encased in flesh coloured stockings that carried on up her slim and shapely legs, past her knees and up to mid thigh. There they stopped in the familiar dark bands, held up by black lace suspenders with shiny metal clips that continued up to the tops of her legs, underneath those black lace almost transparent panties, that simultaneously managed to hide and yet reveal the shape of her pudenda, and just revealed wisps of light coloured hair escaping at the side.

"Very good. Now I want you to turn around for me slowly so that I can examine you from all angles. I want to see you obediently revealing to me your underwear for the first time and I want you to understand that once we have finished with this display, I will be dictating to you certain rules about your future position as my PA. Now turn around as ordered." 

I will certainly remember that first time that Anne stood in my office and slowly pirouetted for me. As she rotated I was able to admire her legs from the side, notice how she had attached her suspenders, and finally as she reached the point with her back to me, I called "Stop!"

She did so, and I could then drink in the sight - long legs, very shapely, slim, calves and thighs straining slightly as she kept her balance. She was revealing to me a most cock straining pair of cheeks; white, flawless, with tight suspender straps pinching each cheek, and her tiny panties disappearing as a thin wisp of lace between her cheeks.

I made her stand there for several moments before allowing her to complete her circle. Once she had returned to face me and I had made a very specific point of looking directly at her pussy region for several seconds I allowed her to pull her skirt down, compose herself, and then sit down in the chair she normally uses when we are going over letters, actions, meeting arrangements and so on.

"Anne you have had a good start to our experiment, I have very much enjoyed having you display yourself for my pleasure, you are very beautiful and sexy. You have absolutely fantastic legs, and that bum of yours is flawless, I have a hard-on, and I intend that we should continue with this experiment, but only with your agreement - did you enjoy it?" 

Anne admitted reluctantly that she had been very nervous as she dressed that morning especially as she did not want her husband to notice her choice of underwear, she had been uncertain as to my intentions, and she had been extremely worried in case someone had come into my office. 

She further admitted that she had also been incredibly turned on by her first (albeit minor) excursion into submissiveness and she did wish to continue to explore this previously untried trait in her character.

"For now, the simple rules will be as follows and I want you to write these down, then type them up for me in duplicate so that we can sign them for future reference" Slightly hesitantly, Anne, opened her note book, took up her pen, and waited for me to begin.

"Rule 1. Dress code - You will in future wear whatever I tell you to wear, whenever and wherever I tell you. In the absence of any specific direction you will not wear trousers, you will always wear stockings and suspenders, you will always wear shoes with heels, and you will always wear skirts or dresses that are above your knee. In addition you will always wear tops that have buttons whether they are blouses when wearing a skirt, or your dress tops."

"Rule 2. Behaviour in my office - at least once every day you will prove to me that you are wearing the standard attire. Every time you are in this office in that seat you will ensure that I can see at least your stocking tops, and your suspender clips, and some amount of bare flesh at the tops of your stockings." 

"Rule 3. Our relationship - you will carry on your executive PA duties with the same diligence and ability that you have exhibited to date. In addition, however, you will now agree to follow my instructions as issued, to the letter, without complaint, and without dissent. You also agree that you will allow me to determine any punishment that I deem appropriate in respect of any mistakes, misdemeanours, dissent or other behaviour that I find unsatisfactory."

"Rule 4. Behaviour in the building - you will not discuss our arrangements with anyone in the company unless I specifically tell you to or give you permission to. Equally you will discuss that relationship with anyone that I do tell you to."

"Rule 5. Behaviour at home - You will not accede to any requests by your husband to take the dominant role in your sex life. You will accept instructions from me about behaviour I may wish you to adopt at home and you will carry out those behaviours to the best of your ability. Furthermore, you will be prepared to answer me in detail any questions that I may ask about your sex life away from this office"

"Finally, Anne, You will have the day off tomorrow to go shopping in London and you will acquire the following items - at least two skirts that are very short (much shorter than you would ever choose normally- one very tight, one very flared), at least two tops that are semi transparent, at least one pair of shoes with a minimum 5" heel, 6 pairs of stockings as follows - black, black with seam, flesh, flesh with seam, patterned, fishnet - two sets of underwear comprising bra, panties, suspenders, one set in black, one set in red. Both sets will be daring, with tiny thong panties and quarter cup bras. 

Finally you will acquire one dress that is semi-sheer with buttons all the way from neckline to hem. These items are to be brought here to the office the day after, and are to be used at my direction only."

"Now go and type up the rules, sign one copy for me before you go tonight and I will inspect the items you buy the day after tomorrow. Do not forget the new dress code rules!"