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Secretaria

By: Vudu Blanco



En mi posición de eminente hombre de negocios, necesito tener cerca alguien que me ayude. Nunca, ni en mis sueños más salvajes, imaginé que las cosas se me pondrían tan bien cuando mi anterior secretaria decidió cambiar de empresa. Yo estaba en un punto de mis negocios en el que necesitaba esa ayuda extra. Desde el día en que abrí las puertas de mi empresa las cosas me fueron de maravilla y ahora estoy en la cima. Nunca pensé que sería tanto problema hacer las cosas sin secretaria. Así que cuando Susana decidió irse, me di cuenta de que me equivocaba. Llamé al periódico y puse un anuncio. A los dos días tenía sobre mi mesa cientos de solicitudes de empleo. Examiné todas ellas y escogí las que pensé que tenían las aptitudes adecuadas. Unos días después llamé a algunas de las solicitantes para concertar entrevistas. Dediqué los siguientes días a conocer a todas y cada una de ellas. Al tercero, tuve mi última entrevista con una señorita que se llamaba Marta. 

Salí a la zona de recepción principal y allí me la encontré. Cuando pronuncié su nombre se puso en pie, caminó hacia mí y me alargó la mano para que se la estrechase, cosa que hice. Noté que temblaba. 

- ¿Le pasa algo? -le pregunté. 

- No -contestó- Es solo que me pongo muy nerviosa cuando estoy cerca de un hombre de negocios. 

- Vaya -le dije sorprendido- Y eso, ¿por qué? 

- Porque me excitan -me contestó. 

Eso captó mi atención pero tenía que comportarme como un profesional. 

- No se preocupe -respondí- Aquí está a salvo. 

Sus palabras seguían resonando en mi cabeza mientras la conducía a mi despacho. Una vez allí, la hice pasar y cerré la puerta detrás mío. Le ofrecí un asiento y ella cortésmente lo aceptó. Rodeé mi mesa y empecé a sentarme siempre mirándola. Me encantó ver que cruzaba las piernas ya que al hacerlo me permitió ver claramente, aunque solo durante unos instantes, sus apetitosos muslos cubiertos por unas ajustadas medias, entre los cuales pude ver que llevaba unas bragas de encaje de color azul claro. Cogí su currículum y empecé a leerlo para intentar apartar de mi mente lo que acababa de ver. Reuniendo fuerzas, conseguí hacerle una pregunta y ella descruzó las piernas y volvió a cruzarlas de nuevo. Mi cabeza iba a mil por hora mientras ella me explicaba sus aptitudes. No hacía más que pensar, "Contrátala, podrás mirarla y hasta quizás follártela siempre que quieras". Cuando acabó con su explicación volví a echar un vistazo a su currículum. Esta vez la oí gemir. Yo, ansioso por saber la causa por la que lo había hecho, me asomé por encima del papel y la vi retorciéndose en su silla. 

- ¿Tiene algún problema físico que le impida hacer este trabajo? -le pregunté ya que en el currículum no decía nada de éste tema. 

- No -contestó con una voz llena de sensualidad- Mi espalda está bien. La arqueo bastante a menudo para mantenerla en forma. 

Las implicaciones de aquellas palabras eran terroríficas. 

Seguí leyendo pero me detuvo un débil y sofocante gemido. Al levantar la vista vi a Marta con la falda arremangada, trazando círculos con un dedo alrededor de su coño aún cubierto por las bragas. Casi me caigo al suelo. Me recliné sobre el respaldo del sillón y me quedé admirando el espectáculo que me estaba ofreciendo. Suavemente, acaricié el contorno de mi polla a través de los pantalones, humedeciendo mi glande con un poco de líquido preseminal. Marta estaba cada vez más cachonda. Me puse en pie y me acerqué a ella. 

- ¿Necesitas ayuda? -le pregunté. 

Alzó la vista y su cara quedó a pocos centímetros de mis abultados pantalones. Acerqué mi mano al lugar donde había estado acariciándose unos momentos antes y empecé a administrarle el mismo tratamiento. Ella por su parte me estaba acariciando la polla y al mismo tiempo me intentaba desabrochar los pantalones para poder llegar a mi duro miembro. Sus bragas estaban empapadas y eso me hizo frotar con más fiereza. Me bajó los pantalones y, metiendo la mano en mis calzoncillos, encontró el bulto que había estado acariciando unos segundos antes. Sentí que su mano guiaba a la mía bajo sus bragas y dentro de su sexo. Estaba tan húmeda que hundí mi dedo justo en su anhelante y estrecho agujero. Agarrándome la polla me la meneó unas cuantas veces y luego me empezó a chupar el glande al compás del movimiento de mis dedos en su coño. Ella me chupaba el miembro a un ritmo enloquecedor mientras yo agitaba mis dedos dentro y alrededor de su jugosa raja. Tras hacer que se corriese, llenando toda mi mano de sus deliciosos jugos, la hice ponerse de pie y apreté mis labios contra los suyos en un ardiente beso que hizo desaparecer todas las inhibiciones. 

- Quiero lamerte el coño encima de mi mesa hasta que no puedas aguantar más -le susurré mientras le besaba el cuello y la nuca. 

El simple hecho de decirle aquello hizo que se estremeciese en mis brazos. Se agachó para recoger el bolso del suelo mientras yo no dejaba de sobarle su perfecto culo. Después se acercó al borde de la mesa y se sentó en él. 

La tomé de nuevo entre mis brazos besándola febrilmente, mientras nuestras manos luchaban por despojar a nuestros cuerpos de la ropa que aún llevábamos puesta. En cuanto quedó completamente desnuda, di un paso atrás para admirar su bien cuidada y preciosa figura. Era una mujer espectacular. Sus pechos eran grandes y se levantaban orgullosos, con dos pezones que se morían por que alguien los chupase. Su vientre era plano y firme y conducía a unas caderas redondas y atrayentes. La tumbé de espaldas sobre la mesa y tomé asiento en mi sillón de cuero. Levanté su pierna y me puse el dedo pulgar de su pie entre los labios para chuparlo. Poco a poco, controlando mis instintos, recorrí con mis labios y mi lengua uno de sus muslos, pasé por su mojada raja y volví a bajar por el otro muslo. Aquello la volvió loca. Su respiración era entrecortada y gemía con fuerza. Volví a repetir el proceso otra vez desde el principio, pero al llegar de nuevo a su entrepierna me cogió la cabeza y la apretó contra su cálido y ansioso coño. 

- Cómemelo -gritó entre gemidos y jadeos- ¡¡PPPOOORRR FFFFAAAVVVOOOORRRR!! 

¿Quien soy yo para oponerme a una dama en apuros? Lamí los pliegues de su coño de arriba a abajo, haciendo que gimiese mostrando su aprobación. Sus caderas saltaban arriba y abajo sobre la mesa, intentando aplastar mi cara aún más contra su coño. Aquello me gustaba así que comencé una furiosa comida de coño, lamiendo y chupando todo lo que tenía a la vista. Se corrió levantando las caderas y cogiéndome la cabeza, mientras yo seguía lamiendo sin parar. 

Mientras descansaba unos instantes escuché un zumbido. Levanté la vista para investigar y vi que llevaba un vibrador en la mano, probablemente salido de su bolso. 

- Quiero chuparte la polla -declaró decididamente. 

La llevé a un lado de la mesa y dejé que se metiese mi dura verga en su ardiente boca. Cogí el vibrador con el que se había estado acariciando los pezones y le levanté una pierna, deslizando la cabeza del vibrador por su coño hasta apoyarlo contra su hinchado clítoris. Esto hizo que me chupase la polla con mucho más entusiasmo. Desplacé el vibrador hacia atrás y se lo clavé hasta el fondo en su coño. Gimió con fuerza sobre mi miembro y me lo chupó aún con más firmeza. Giré el vibrador dentro de su coño y le di vueltas y más vueltas, hasta que por fin chilló a causa del tremendo orgasmo que recorría su cuerpo de pies a cabeza. Fue un grito ahogado ya que tenía la boca llena de mi polla. 

Decidí que ya estaba bien. Quería estar dentro de ella. Así que tiré del vibrador hasta sacarlo y lo reemplacé con mi polla metiéndosela en las profundidades de su coño. Cogió el vibrador, que estaba apagado, y comenzó a chupar la espesa crema que había quedado adherida a los lados de éste. Saqué mi miembro hasta dejar la punta justo en la abertura, para enseguida deslizarlo lentamente hacia adelante y enterrarlo nuevamente en su hambriento coño. Seguí haciendo esto una y otra vez, llevando a Marta al punto sin retorno. Cuando alcanzó este punto, le saqué la polla, me agaché y empecé a lamer toda la abundante crema que fluía de su coño. Esto solo adelantó lo inevitable, ya que empezó a retorcerse, lista ya para explotar como un petardo en las Fallas de Valencia. Se deslizaba de adelante a atrás, dando brillo a algo más que a mi mesa. 

Empujándome hacia atrás se clavó mi polla en el coño, retorciendo sus caderas una y otra vez, mientras yo me metía su pezón, duro como una piedra, en la boca. Chupé y mordisqueé el pezón durante largo rato, presa de la excitación. Ella gemía con fuerza, bañando mis huevos con los jugos que salían de su coño y bombeando salvajemente. Yo seguía empujando ya que necesitaba metérsela aún más hondo. Saqué mi miembro unos segundos, le di la vuelta haciendo que se apoyase sobre la mesa y volví a metérselo, machacándole el coño con mis embestidas. Observé cómo su crema se quedaba pegada alrededor de la base de mi polla. Podía notar cómo mi verga se endurecía dentro de su coño. "Eso es que sabe lo que viene ahora", pensé. 

- ¡Fóllame, por favor! -me gritaba con una voz que no parecía humana- ¡Vacía tu carga de semen en mi coño! ¡Lléname cariño! 

Exploté en lo más hondo de su ser, esparciendo mi carga por todas partes. 

No es necesario decir que consiguió el trabajo, y desde entonces ha estado haciendo un trabajo fabuloso.

Secretarial Duties



Emily could feel her pulse quicken as she walked down the hallway. She could see light coming from the attorney's office. Good. She forced herself to slow down...to take a deep breath when she got within two offices of the open door.

She ran her hands down the back of her skirt and nervously checked her hair with damp palms. Then she stopped, knocked lightly on the edge of the office door and peeked around the corner.

Hannah Caldwell looked up and smiled.

"Hi, Emily."

"Hi, Ms. Caldwell," the young woman replied, stepping halfway through the doorway. "If I'm interrupting..."

"No. Not at all," the attorney said quickly.

"I came to pick up the folder you wanted me to give to Mr. Brown."

"Sure," Hannah said. "Come on in."

The attorney swiveled her chair around and stood up. Emily gazed at the woman's long legs and petite ass in the expensive, perfectly fitting slacks. When Hannah turned back around with the folder in hand, Emily tried not to stare at Hannah's breasts. The attorney's pale blue blouse allowed just a hint of the outline of her black bra to sneak through. Beneath was a pair of smallish, but appealing, breasts that pressed against the soft material.

Hannah stretched across the corner of the desk, extending her arm toward the young secretary. Emily reached for the folder, catching a fleeting glimpse of the top of the bra through the opening in Hannah's blouse.

"Thank you," Emily said softly, beginning to turn back toward the door.

"Can't you stay?" Hannah said as she returned to her chair.

Emily's heart jumped. She looked at the smile on the attorney's face and knew she would stay. She wanted desperately to stay.

"Well, I guess for a little bit," Emily replied, secretly scolding herself for sounding like the inexperienced twenty-two year old she was.

She thought she caught Hannah scanning her body with those incredible blue eyes. Or did she just wish the thirty-something blonde was actually paying attention to her? Emily felt her nipples press against the inside of her sweater. How many nights had she lain naked in bed masturbating to the thought of Hannah sucking on those nipples?

"I haven't seen you in days, it seems," Hannah was saying. "Is everything alright? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Hannah and Emily was one of the newest "teams" in the large law firm. Hannah had been with the firm for only a year when Emily was hired. The managing partner teamed them together with the understanding, unbeknownst to Emily, that Hannah could request another secretary if the young woman didn't work out.

So far, everything had been working out.

"No. I'm fine. Thanks for asking," Emily said, fumbling with the folder.

"Sit down," Hannah said, turning her hand toward one of the office's large chairs.

"OK. Thanks."

Emily settled into the overstuffed chair and crossed her legs. Hannah watched as the tight skirt rode up the secretaries shapely legs.

"You're doing a good job, Emily," Hannah said, leaning back in her chair. "I'll be doing an evaluation soon. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"Thanks. I enjoy working for you."

"How's that boyfriend of yours?" Hannah asked with another grin.

"Oh. He's fine. I don't see him much," Emily said, still sitting upright in the chair more from anxiety than anything else.

"Oh, oh. Sounds like trouble," Hannah said.

Emily felt the guilt flow through her from having invented the make-believe boyfriend in the first place. "Maybe. I don't think we'll ever get serious."

Hannah looked across the office at the young secretary. Shiny brown hair hung close to Emily's well-tanned face. Her sweater clung to attractive breasts. And those legs...those beautiful legs. What a waste, all of that going to a boy.

"You're young. You have plenty of time," Hannah assured her.

"I know. I'm not worried."

Emily finally slid back into the chair and relaxed. She tugged at her skirt and managed to cover an additional inch or two of her thighs.

The women talked for another fifteen minutes about office gossip and year-end goings-on. They really did communicate well when they let their sexual tensions take a back seat.

Hannah eventually wrapped up the discussion and Emily stood to leave. The attorney stopped her by asking, "Emily, can you be here at the end of the day tomorrow. Right before you have to leave?"

"Sure. Whatever you want." With that, Emily took her folder and walked out of the office, excited about the few minutes she'd had with the attorney.

The next day dragged on forever for Emily knowing another chance to spend time with Hannah awaited her. Hannah had stopped by the secretary's desk a couple times during the day, but it was always too brief and too formal for Emily's taste.

Fifteen minutes before Emily's normal quitting time, she got her stuff ready and placed it on top of her desk. Then she took the short walk down the hallway to Hannah's office. Nobody else appeared to be around. The sound of her shoes was the only noise on the entire floor, it seemed.

Emily rapped softly on the door and quickly heard Hannah invite her in.

"Close the door, Emily," Hannah said.

A lump rose in Emily's throat. What had she done wrong? She wracked her brain for anything that had gone wrong lately.

"I'm glad you could make it. I won't keep you long," Hannah said, rising from her chair and coming out from behind her desk. She stopped close enough to Emily that they could have touched.

The attorney slowly looked down to the top of Emily's sleeveless blouse. "You look very nice today, Emily."

"Uh, thank you." Emily watched Hannah's eyes. Unhurriedly, they rose to meet her own.

"Do you wear a bra?" Hannah knew the answer.

"Yes."

"Show me," Hannah ordered in a voice Emily had never heard before.

"What?" Emily understood the words, but couldn't comprehend the meaning.

"Do you have a bra on?"

"Uh...yes."

"Show me," the attorney said again, looking down on the blouse.

"I don't think...I mean, um, I don't..."

"Unbutton your blouse, Emily," Hannah directed.

"No. I'd rather, um, not." Emily felt the same guilt she had when talking about the mythical boyfriend. Of course she wanted to unbutton her blouse. But she didn't. Not here. Not now.

"But I want you to," Hannah said, looking her straight in the eyes.

Emily stared back at the blue eyes and blonde hair and perfect face she imagined most nights in bed. Was this the same woman?

"I don't think I should," was all Emily could think of saying.

"I say you should. Or would you rather I do it?"

Emily wondered if Hannah could see her shaking, or hear her erratic breathing. "No."

Hannah waited. Then Emily's hands rose to the top of the blouse. They rested on the first unopened button.

The button slid through the hole and Emily let the blouse fall open by itself. She watched Hannah's eyes again.

"One more," she said.

"No. Please, Hannah. No more."

Hannah looked at her, as if pleading.

Emily felt like she had no control over her hands as they opened one more button. Now the top of her simple white bra appeared, along with the flawless, soft skin that was the top of her breasts.

Hannah looked inside the blouse. Her tongue briefly skirted across her lips.

"Very nice, Emily. Thank you. Tomorrow I'd like you to not wear a bra. OK?"

"Hannah. I can't. I mean, what if..."

"What if what? What if one of the horny bastards that work here notices? You think that would be a bad thing for your career?" Hannah asked bluntly.

Emily wondered if Hannah knew she could care less about the men who worked here. "I will if you want me to."

"I want you to," the attorney smiled. "And come back tomorrow afternoon."

Before Emily could do anything, Hannah began to close the two buttons Emily had opened. Little shocks went through the young woman's body as Hannah's hands grazed against her skin.

Hannah placed her hand on Emily's bare arm and said, "See you tomorrow."

Emily nearly ran back to her desk on uncertain legs. Well into the night she thought about the experience and what was to come the next day. It frightened her and excited her and confused her. How far was Hannah going to go? How far did Emily want her to go?

She wasn't sure she'd have the nerve, but Emily found herself pulling a heavy sweater over her bare top the next morning. It was the least revealing thing she could think of, and still meet Hannah's demands.

Emily used every excuse to stay in her seat most of the day, fearful that her bouncing breasts might give her away. The only time she saw Hannah was at the end of the day when she stood, once again, in the open doorway.

"Hi, Emily," Hannah said with a wide smile.

Emily stepped into the office, leaving the door open partially out of fear of what might happen if she closed it. Hannah simply looked at the door and leaned her head in such a way to signify her desire for the door to be shut. Emily pushed it and waited for the dreaded sound that meant she was alone with Hannah.

"Well, another nice outfit. You have great taste, Emily."

The secretary didn't reply.

Hannah was out of her chair. "Don't be nervous."

She touched the younger woman's arm and felt the soft texture of the sweater.

"Did you do as I asked?" Hannah said, leaning against the front of her desk.

Emily hesitated. "Yes." Her mouth was so dry she could hardly talk.

"Excellent. Show me, please."

Emily shook her head. "Please, don't."

"Ahh, Emily. I'm so disappointed in you. And with your evaluation coming up so soon."

Hannah let the implication of her statement sink in, but Emily was only listening to her own inner voices. For so long she'd wanted to do what Hannah was asking her. But her common sense was fighting back, telling her no.

"No, Hannah. Please."

A tear formed at the edge of each eye as Emily looked at her boss. She thought she saw a glimmer of understanding.

"Turn around, Emily."

The secretary obeyed. Behind her, she heard a rustling of papers followed by silence once more. Then, suddenly, something was wrapped around her right wrist and her left wrist was being pulled behind her. In an instant, that wrist, too, was restrained and a sharp clicking sound filled the room. Emily went to separate her hands, but could not.

"Hannah. What are you doing?" Emily nearly shouted.

"I asked you to do something and you didn't. So there has to be punishment," Hannah said softly, leaning toward Emily's ear.

The cuffs did not hurt Emily in any way; in fact they felt soft on her skin. But the inability to move her arms scared the girl. Hannah put a hand on each shoulder and turned Emily back around to face her.

Now the young woman's breasts pushed out against the sweater leaving little doubt of whether or not they were covered with a bra.

"Since you won't show me, I'll guess I'll have to find out for myself," Hannah said.

She placed her hands on the outside edge of each breast. Gently, she pushed the breasts closer together. Then Hannah let her hands slide over them until Emily's nipples were in her palms. Hannah pressed against the sweater and felt the nipples rub against her hands.

Emily breathed uneasily, both from the unexpected bondage and from the friction against her sensitive nipples. She knew they were growing uncontrollably.

Hannah's hands moved to the bottom of the sweater and felt for the skin above Emily's pants. The hands and sweater rose at the same time. Hannah watched as more and more of Emily's finely tuned stomach appeared. She felt Emily's body curve in at the waist, only to grow again as she went higher and higher.

Hannah's face was just inches from Emily, but she fought the urge to kiss her, to smell her beautiful hair. She concentrated on moving her hands into position at the base of the young woman's breasts.

The first time Hannah's fingers touched her breasts, Emily felt a twinge in her pussy. What would happen if the attorney actually touched her nipples?

Hannah moved her hands up, over the bottom of the breasts until they had to be near the nipples. At that point the attorney stopped and raised the sweater until Emily's breasts were completely uncovered.

Hannah stared down at the beautifully shaped breasts and the bright pink nipples at their ends. Emily gasped as Hannah leaned down, clearly intent on tasting the treats.

"No. Please. Hannah," Emily begged.

Hannah didn't say a thing. She stuck out her tongue and lightly touched Emily's left nipple. The girl let out a little sound she'd never heard herself make. It neither told Hannah to stop nor asked her to continue.

The attorney continued. She licked the other nipple, then went back and placed her lips around the left one. A few seconds later, the nipple and a large portion of the end of Emily's breast were in Hannah's mouth. Hannah's tongue worked feverishly over the nipple and Emily moaned.

By the time Hannah was done with the right breast, Emily could feel the moisture gathering between her legs.

"I think you like that," Hannah said, still holding up the sweater.

"Please stop." A tear flowed down Emily's flushed cheek.

"Wouldn't this have been much easier if you had just done what I asked?" Hannah asked.

Emily tried to keep from breaking down in tears.

Hannah wiped a tear away from the girl's cheek. "Do I need to confine you each time? Or maybe you like it this way?"

She was practically whispering to the secretary. Emily found the voice exceedingly sexy, despite her fear.

"Now go home tonight and think about what that felt like...how it felt deep inside you. I'll see you tomorrow."

Emily felt the cuffs being opened and she left the office without looking back at her boss.

The secretary lay naked in bed, one hand twirling a nipple between her fingers and the other hand frantically rubbing her clit. She pictured Hannah pressing her lips tightly around her breast, sucking on the nipple with her mouth and tongue. A finger entered her soaked pussy, then brought the fluid back up to her clit. She rubbed harder. Emily's legs stiffened and her back arched.

She might have called out the attorney's name, but was totally lost in the pleasure of her orgasm. The young woman's body bucked on the bed as if being ridden by the largest man she knew. Each time she touched her clit another shock wave went through her body. Each time she pinched her nipple her pussy spasmed again.

When the orgasm ended, Emily lie on her back and felt her heart pound. She couldn't move. Within minutes, she was asleep.

Emily dressed the next morning in another blouse and skirt, once again leaving her bra in the dresser. She wasn't one hundred percent sure she'd have another encounter with Hannah, but didn't want to risk it. Besides, she felt a little naughty and sexy without the bra.

At the end of the day, Hannah called Emily down to her office. Images from the previous two visits flashed in the secretary's head as she walked down the hall, entered the office and closed the door.

"Can you stay a couple minutes late this afternoon?" Hannah asked.

Emily wouldn't have said no under any circumstances. "Sure."

Hannah stared straight at the younger woman. "Take off your blouse, Emily."

She couldn't understand how she was about to willingly obey the attorney's command. It was all so wrong. But she wanted to do this. She wanted to show her body to the beautiful woman in the chair behind the large, wooden desk.

Emily slowly unbuttoned the blouse, pulling it free from inside her slacks. She let it hang on her body for a second. Then opened it and slid it off her shoulders. She held it in one hand at her side.

Hannah took half a minute to take in the exquisite sight in front of her. The secretary's breasts filled her chest, rising at the tips and topped by those magnificent nipples. The skin was smooth and even without a single flaw visible in the room's plentiful lighting.

Hannah rose from her chair and approached Emily. The secretary saw Hannah grab the cloth-lined handcuffs from the desktop.

"Turn around."

Emily's throat tightened with fear and yearning. She turned.

"Why, Hannah? Why are you doing this to me?" Emily begged.

The cuffs were closing. "Do you want to go home now?"

Emily closed her wet eyes. When she opened them she was staring down at the floor, past her naked breasts and tight skirt. She could only shake her head.

"Good," Hannah said. "Now face me."

Emily turned again. The women were just inches apart. Hannah put her hands on top of Emily's breasts. Very lightly. Then she slid them underneath the breasts and cupped them in her palms. She pushed up, squeezing her fingers around them.

Hannah leaned forward and put her lips directly in front of Emily's. She stopped for a moment, holding the breasts more firmly. Then she kissed the secretary. Their lips barely parted. But when Hannah's tongue began to outline the tip of Emily's lips, the younger woman involuntarily parted them.

Hannah tilted her head and began a serious probing of Emily's mouth with her tongue. Emily felt her breasts being pushed and squeezed and kneaded as their kiss became more and more heated. The women's bodies pressed closer together and Emily struggled against the cuffs, aching for the chance to put her hands on the attorney.

"Mmmph, stop," Emily managed to cry out between breaths. Hannah's mouth covered Emily's before she could go on. And Hannah's hands moved from the secretary's breasts to the top of her ass.

Emily froze when she felt the attorney pulling her skirt up, exposing more and more of the back of her legs while they continued to kiss. Finally, Hannah was able to put her hands on the base of Emily's ass. From there, it only took an instant for the hands to be directly over the small, thing pair of panties covering each cheek.

The kiss ended and Hannah moved down to Emily's breasts. Fingers were not inside the back of Emily's panties.

"Please. No," she murmured.

The sensation of Hannah's mouth and tongue on her nipples prevented Emily from complaining any more. The awareness of two hands clutching and grabbing at the cool skin of her ass didn't allow her to fight. The moisture collecting in her pussy convinced her not to struggle.

After several minutes of this torture, Hannah backed away from the flushed secretary.

"Your mind says one thing and your body another, Emily. Which one is going to win?" Hannah said in a quiet voice. "Would you slap me or strip me if your hands were free?"

Emily dare not answer that question. But she knew what she'd do. She prayed for the day when she could.

Hannah grabbed the keys and unlocked the cuffs. She watched eagerly as Emily bent over, picked up her blouse and buttoned it back up, stuffing it hurriedly into the skirt. The women looked at each other for a moment before Emily left the office.

Long after the secretary had left, Hannah Caldwell leaned back in her chair. Her slacks were hanging open halfway down her thighs. Her panties partially hid a hand working feverishly on her clit. And nobody in the empty office was around to hear the muffled sounds of her prolonged orgasm.

A couple days passed without Emily being called into her boss' office at the end of the day. Was it over? Emily asked herself if she wanted it to be over. Overwhelmingly, the answer she usually got was no. But the thought of where it would go next kind of scared her. Emily had never been with another woman in the way she thought Hannah wanted. Would she disappoint the older, more mature woman?

Every night Emily went to sleep dreaming of ways to pleasure her attorney. Yet, it was so easy in the dreams. Her heart only pounded with desire, not fear.

Finally, after a particularly hard day of work Emily was told to meet Hannah. The secretary had continued to obey Hannah's wish that she not wear a bra. And on this day she wore a simple dress.




Secretarial Duties



Jessica Dawson sat at her computer, typing up an important file, when she heard her boss call her name from his office. She stood up, smoothed down the front of her black skirt and walked to the back of the room where her boss's office was. "You wanted to see me?" she asked nervously. 

"Yes, I did, please shut the door and lock it as this is a private conversation" said Jake Earnhart, not even bothering to look up from his desk. "It was brought to my attention that you were dressed inappropriately for work today." 

"Inappropriately?" asked Jessica looking down at herself.

"I have been getting several complaints from the men today that they can not concentrate on their work because they are too busy staring at you in your provocative outfit," her boss said. Jessica blushed a crimson red, realizing that maybe she was dressed a little too sexy for work. She had on a white button down shirt, and had undone the first three buttons so that when she bent over to get something, the men in her office got a nice view of her cleavage. Also, she was wearing a black skirt with stockings and black heels, and although the skirt she was wearing would have been short on any woman, her long, slim legs made the skirt seem like a micro mini. 

"I'm really sorry," said Jessica. "Would you like me to change?" 

"Actually I would," said Jake with a sly smile spreading across his lips. "Right now." Jessica looked at him confused. 

"What do you mean?" she asked, not quite understanding.

"I mean I want you to take off your clothes right here, right now. They are not suitable for work."

"But, Mr. Earnhart-" Jessica was interrupted as Jake got out of his chair, walked towards Jessica, and pinned her against the wall of his office. 

"Listen," he said. "I am your boss and you will do what you are told. If you fail to comply you will be fired, it is as simple as that. And now you have failed to follow my demands so I will take matters into my own hands," he said as he continued to pin the leggy brunette against the wall. He kissed her cheek, slowly making his way to her lips until she turned her face away from him. 

"Jake, I can't do this," she pleaded. "You know I have a boyfriend." Jake ignored her comment, taking her face in his hands and turning it so that she was facing him. Still holding her face with his hands he forcefully kissed her on the mouth, his tongue aggressively lashing against hers. His lips slowly made their way down her neck, and he opened another button on her shirt revealing the black lacy push up bra that showed off her amazing tits. Jessica was helpless as she remained pinned against the wall while her boss ravished her body. He was 15 years older than her, so being at age 38, many of the women in the office found him extremely attractive. He had short light brown hair and piercing blue eyes, as well as an extremely built body. Although Jessica did have a boyfriend, she could feel herself growing wet and hot with excitement as she remained under the grip of his strong arms. He slowly undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse, kissing the top of her chest as he did so. He sure knew how to tease the hell out of a woman, and Jessica was feeling dizzy from the combination of excitement mixed with danger. 

After Jake had removed her shirt, he pulled down the zipper to her skirt and slid it down her long slim legs. Jessica now stood before him only wearing her black push up bra, black lacy boy shorts, and thigh high stockings paired with her heels. The sight alone made his dick throb, and all eight inches of his cock had sprung to its full length. 

"Get over there and lean across my desk," he demanded, impatiently rubbing his hard-on that bulged beneath his pants. Jessica did as she was told, leaning her body across his desk so that her perfect round ass was in Jake's plain view. Jake was extremely turned on as he stared at the luscious sight of Jessica's backside, her cheeks peeking out from underneath her sexy panties. Jake walked up behind Jessica, kissing the nape of her neck as he slipped a hand underneath her panties, sliding his hand around until it was in the front. When he felt that her pussy was completely bare, Jake spun her around and kissed her roughly on the mouth. "So is this how your boyfriend likes your pussy? Completely bare?" he demanded, rubbing a firm finger back and forth on her clit. Jessica could barely answer, only eliciting a low moan from her pouty lips. "I didn't hear an answer," Jake hissed as he grabbed her hair and tilted her head back. 

"Ahh, yes he loves it bare," she managed to get out in between whimpers.

"Well I guess I better see for myself why he loves it so much," he said and yanked her panties down past her ankles. "Mmm," he said, nodding in approval. "Your boyfriend has very good taste." Jake kissed her once more on the lips, slipping his hands around her back and unhooking the clasp of her bra. The bra fell to the floor, revealing Jessica's perky, round 34 c tits. Jake wasted no time as his tongue danced circles around her rock hard nipples. He took one at a time into his mouth biting, sucking, and teasing each nipple until Jessica thought she was about to cum. Right before she could explode, Jake pulled away to focus on her tight, shaved pussy. He pushed Jessica back on top of the desk, making sure that her pussy was right on the edge of the table. He slipped one finger into her sopping wet cunt, going painfully slow and savoring the torture he was giving to her. 

"Please," she begged, "go faster." Jake decided to continue tormenting her and stuck another finger inside of her, still going at the painstakingly slow pace. She moaned loudly, running her fingers through her long brown hair and tried to move her body so she could fuck his fingers at a faster pace. 

"No, no, no, naughty girl. You need to go at my pace," said Jake, pinching her nipples hard and inserting another finger into her. "I'll tell you what...if you can stay extremely quiet while I finger you, I'll give you the best oral sex you've ever had," said Jake, reveling in the amount of control he had over her. She nodded quickly in agreement, embracing herself for the torture that was about to come.

Jessica was a very sexual person and loved to make noise, so staying perfectly quiet while her tight little pussy got finger fucked was extremely hard. However, she somehow managed to stay quiet and like Jake had promised, he slid his fingers out of her dripping wet cunt and lowered his warm moist mouth to her completely sopping pussy. He darted his skilled tongue in and out of her slit, making her wriggle and squirm with pleasure and paying extra close attention to her clit. He licked and flicked his tongue over her clit, making Jessica lose control. She moaned loudly as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm. One thing was for sure, Jake was right: he definitely gave her the best orgasm she had ever had, and even after she orgasmed she could still feel the intensity of it. 

She laid on the desk, trying to catch her breath, but Jake pulled her off, demanding her to get on her knees and suck him off. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to cum. Jessica licked up and down his whole length first, trying to get it moist so that she could fit his whole cock into her mouth. He shuddered immediately from the touch of her tongue, and he could tell that he was about to have an amazing orgasm. Jessica slowly took him into his mouth, flicking the head of his cock with her tongue as her hand wandered down to play with his balls. He groaned loudly at the touch of her hand on his heaving balls. Jessica stopped paying attention to his dick for a minute so she could suck on his balls, taking each one into her mouth and licking them in quick short movements. She then moved back up to his dick, trying her best to take as much of him as possible into her mouth. She licked up and down his shaft in long slow strides, until she felt that Jake couldn't take it anymore. She increased her pace, deep throating as much as possible as Jake groaned with pleasure. He could feel all the tension building up as he grabbed her hair, forcing her to go faster and faster until he felt that he was about to cum. "Oh God, you...are...so...good" he moaned as his warm cum shot deep into the back of her throat, and watched as she swallowed every drop. "Oh my god, you are amazing," he breathed, trying to regain control of his body. 

Jessica stood up to put her clothes back on, and with a smile said, "Good, does this mean I get to keep my job?" He nodded enthusiastically as he watched her get dressed and leave his office. This was one office meeting he definitely did not mind having.



Secretarial Duties



Emily closed the door behind her and smiled back at the unusually cheerful attorney.

"Hello, Emily. Busy day, wasn't it?" Hannah asked.

"Sure was. I'm glad it's over."

"Me, too. I've missed you," the attorney said.

The words sounded wonderful to the nervous secretary. She fidgeted and said, "Thank you."

"Have you missed me?" Hannah inquired.

Emily always felt uncomfortable when Hannah started using this tone with her. She didn't know whether she was the obedient secretary or the prospective lover. Being both was difficult.

Finally, she said softly, "Yes."

Emily looked across at the beautiful blue eyes, then quickly glanced at the opening of Hannah's simple blouse. It was an especially revealing shirt with no hint of a bra underneath. Large nipples pushed against the material. Hannah's legs were crossed under a short black skirt.

"I'm glad to hear that," Hannah said. "Emily, I'd like you to get undressed for me."

The abruptness of the appeal shook Emily despite her knowledge of what had happened in the office before. For whatever reason, she looked on the desk for signs of the handcuffs. She didn't see them.

Without any more hesitation, Emily kicked off her shoes. Then she reached behind her and pulled down the zipper on the dress. She let it fall a little ways before stopping it by placing her hand on top of her chest. Little by little the dress was lowered, first unveiling Emily's naked breasts, then her tiny panties.

Emily stepped out of the dress and stood in front of the desk, staring directly at Hannah. The attorney examined every visible inch of Emily's body. Emily thought she saw her squirm in her chair just slightly. Then the attorney looked towards the panties, and simply nodded her head once in an unspoken command.

Emily put her thumbs inside the panties and began to push them down. Hannah watched intently as a triangular patch of short, fine hair appeared just above Emily's clit, followed by the small flaps of skin that tried to hide the young woman's pussy. Emily leaned over and removed the panties, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. Hannah gazed at the full breasts as they momentarily hung below Emily's chest.

Now the secretary stood completely naked in front of her and Hannah licked her dry lips. Would she be able to hide her excitement from the other woman? She felt the muscles in her body begin to tense in an effort to keep from shaking. She uncrossed her legs to ease the growing tension within her pussy.

Hannah stood up. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out the handcuffs. Emily's heart skipped a beat as the attorney walked around the desk and stood next to her. Hannah reached out her hand with the cuffs.

At first nothing was said...or done. Hannah simply stood there, extending the cuffs toward Emily.

"Take them," Hannah said.

Emily took the cuffs and let them sit in the palms of her hands.

Confused by the action, Emily stared at the cuffs, then at Hannah.

"You decide this time," Hannah said.

Emily's mind spun seemingly out of control. Could Hannah possibly mean the secretary had the option of using the cuffs on HER? Of all the dreams Emily had of the two of them, this was never one of them.

Emily didn't want indecisiveness to ruin the moment. So she made a decision.

She placed the cuffs gently on the desk. Then she turned to face Hannah and unbuttoned the top button of the attorney's blouse. That was all it took to assure Emily that Hannah was not wearing a bra. One more button and the pure skin of Hannah's breasts came into full view. Emily untucked the blouse and completed the task of opening it.

Her hands quivered as Emily removed the blouse. Even while she was laying the blouse aside, the young woman was looking at the attorney's smallish, but perfectly formed, breasts. Guilt came over her when she realized she had stared at the breasts for what seemed an eternity.

Hannah smiled.

That helped Emily take the next step. She picked up the handcuffs, moved behind her boss and gently fastened the cuffs onto Hannah's wrists. Just as quickly, Emily moved back in front of the attorney.

She timidly raised her hands and placed them on the sides of Hannah's breasts. They felt magnificent. So soft. She wrapped her fingers around them, nearly able to enclose an entire breast in each hand. Yet, the breasts were incredibly inviting...and sexy. The nipples were large--out of proportion large--for such average breasts.

Emily couldn't refuse the urge to take them in her mouth. As she did so, one after the other, Hannah let out little sighs of pleasure. Hannah felt her pussy contracting each time the secretary sucked and licked the bright pink tips. She wanted desperately to have free hands to pull Emily's mouth tighter onto her chest.

Emily had every intention of stopping after tasting the marvelous breasts. But her hands had managed to land on Hannah's hips and now Emily wanted—needed—to take off the attorney's skirt. She fumbled for the zipper, found it and yanked it down. The skirt fell on its own accord around Hannah's ankles. Emily let it lay there while studying the nearly perfect body standing in front of her.

Hannah's panties scarcely covered her pussy, which didn't matter much because Emily had them down around Hannah's knees almost immediately. She kneeled down and removed the panties along with Hannah's skirt.

The two women spent a long time admiring each other's nakedness. Then Emily moved close enough that they could kiss. When their breasts made contact, both women thought they would cum. Emily put her hands behind Hannah, pulled her closer and kissed her harder. Their chests ground together as the kiss became more and more frantic. Unable to touch her young lover with her hands, Hannah pressed her pussy hard against Emily's body.

Countless thoughts and emotions spun in Emily's head. She didn't know what to do next because of all the options flashing before her. And the whole attorney/secretary thing further prevented her from thinking clearly.

Finally, Emily asked quietly, "What do you want?"

They stopped kissing long enough for Hannah to tilt her head back towards the desk. "In the top right drawer. Open it."

Emily, confused and excited, walked around to the desk drawer and pulled it open. Keys, pens, pencils, notebooks...they were all strewn together. Then, pushed way in the back of the drawer, was on object clearly out of place.

Emily reached back and pulled out the long, thick vibrator. She marveled at the lifelike texture and realistic ridges. The head was thick and smooth. Her hand instinctively rode up and down the shaft one time.

Hannah watched the younger woman with interest.

"Where are the keys to the cuffs?" Emily asked.

"They're the ones on the small, round ring."

Emily found a pair of matching keys that fit the description and closed the drawer. She moved next to the attorney, setting down the vibrator and telling Hannah to turn around. She inserted a key into one cuff and opened it, followed by the other.

Hannah shook her hands, glad to be free once more.

"Face the desk," Emily ordered in a demanding, but non-threatening tone.

Hannah quickly obeyed, her heart pounding from the stimulation of being told what to do by this beautiful girl.

"Put your hands on it and lean forward," Emily said.

When Hannah was in position, Emily added: "Spread your legs."

Emily stared at the incredible ass now facing her, the cheeks stretched slightly apart. Her boss' pussy shimmered in the light of the office, the pink between Hannah's lips just barely visible.

Emily picked the vibrator back up and turned it on. The peaceful humming of the toy instantly brought a shiver to Hannah's entire body, knowing what pleasure it was capable of bringing.

The secretary ran the tip of the vibrator over one side of Hannah's smooth ass. The attorney stiffened when she first felt the hard material on her skin. Slowly, her body relaxed as Emily moved the toy from one side of her ass to another, purposely avoiding the area closest to the pussy.

To her surprise, Hannah felt Emily press against her body and place the tip of the vibrator on Hannah's right breast. When Emily began to stroke her nipple with the toy, Hannah thought she would explode. The combined sensations of the vibration and the ribbing around the vibrator made her moan out loud.

"Oh, Emily. That feels so good," Hannah said.

Emily moved to the other breast, her pussy pressed firmly against the attorney's little ass. She could feel Hannah's body shudder every now and then when just the right pressure was applied to the nipple.

After a few moments, Emily backed up and placed the vibrator on the inside of Hannah's thigh. She was just inches below the woman's pussy. Hannah spread her legs a little bit wider.

Emily let the vibrator ride up the inside of one leg until it touched Hannah's pussy. She could hear Hannah moan again. She moved the toy a little forward and up again until she hit the clit.

This time Hannah's body stiffened and the attorney was standing on her toes for a second. Then she settled back down and allowed her secretary to manipulate the entire area from her clit down to her opening in long, gentle strokes. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, straining not to cum each time the vibrator hit her clit.

Emily saw the muscles in the back of Hannah's legs tighten. She knew the woman was close.

The next time she had the vibrator at the entrance to her pussy, Emily held it there. The tip was barely hidden between the folds of skin. Moisture covered it.

"Do you want it, Hannah?" Emily asked almost in a whisper.

"Yes. Please," Hannah replied.

"Beg for it. Tell me what you want."

The attorney was ready to scream with desire. She wanted to push her body backwards to force the toy inside her. And she would say or do anything.

"Please, Emily."

"Please...what?" Emily said.

"Please put it in me. I need it."

Emily pushed a tiny bit of the tip farther into Hannah's pussy. "What do you want, Hannah?"

"I want you to fuck me with that vibrator. Please fuck me."

"Will you let me come back again and strip you naked?" Emily requested.

Hannah felt the vibrator begin to spread the entrance to her pussy a little farther apart.

"Yes. Yes."

"Will you let me suck on those beautiful breasts, and lick your hard clit until you scream?"

"Oh, God. Yes, Emily. Please fuck me now."

A steady, constant push was all it took for the vibrator to enter the attorney's pussy. Hannah whimpered with pleasure as she felt her body being invaded by the fat object. Her breathing was heavy and uneven by the time it was completely in.

Emily let it sit inside the woman, pulsating against the sides of her hole. Then she began to withdraw it, pushing it back in slowly without letting the tip come out. She watched the soft, wet skin in and around Hannah's pussy become more and more covered in sweet juices.

She drove the vibrator in and out of the pussy for another minute, then reached around for one of Hannah's breasts. Emily quickly found the nipple and squeezed it hard. Hannah cried out with delight.

"Yes. Yes. There, Emily. Right there."

The secretary pinched the nipple harder and picked up the pace of the vibrator, her own pussy tingling with the need to cum.

"Oh, God. Emily. I'm going to cum. Don't stop."

Emily moved her hand down to Hannah's clit. As soon as she found it she pressed her middle finger hard against it, rubbing it up and down in time with the vibrator.

"Yes. God. Yes," Hannah groaned.

"Come on, Hannah. Let me hear you cum for me."

This time Emily couldn't make out any specific words. Hannah simply blurted out a series of "Ughs" as her body erupted. She clutched at the edge of the desk, working her hips and ass back into the vibrator. Emily frantically rubbed Hannah's clit while plunging the toy as hard and deep as she could.

Hannah's orgasm rolled on endlessly while her secretary moved the vibrator in every direction inside her. Emily, on the other hand, just got hornier and hornier watching the attorney shake in ecstasy. She traded looks of the woman's sweet ass and the breasts now scrunched against the top of the desk.

When Hannah seemed to be lying on the desk without response to the vibrator, Emily pulled it out and switched it off. Hannah moaned, feeling much emptier. She gathered her breath for a second before turning to face the lovely younger woman.

They kissed passionately and then Hannah fell to her knees in front of Emily. She kissed the inside of Emily's thighs, using her hands to gently force the legs farther apart. She worked her way up the smooth skin until reaching the edge of Emily's wet pussy.

Putting her hands on Emily's ass, Hannah pulled the girl closer to her and plunged the entirety of her pussy into her mouth. Emily gasped at the awareness of Hannah's tongue working its way up and down between the folds of her skin. Like a small finger, the tongue eventually entered Emily. She felt the pressure on her ass increase and the tongue moved deeper inside her.

Hannah tasted the sweet juices for a moment, then slid her tongue up until hitting the hard nub of Emily's clit.

"Oh my God," Emily hummed.

Hannah's lips wrapped around the clit and pulled on it.

"Ahh...ahh." Emily put her hands on the back of Hannah's head and pulled it closer.

The attorney's tongue now embarked on a steady attack of the clit—sliding over it, pressing down on it, lifting if up. Her mouth was pressed so hard against the trembling secretary that it hurt. But she wanted the girl to cum so much.

Emily needed to cum, very much, and it wasn't going to take long.

"Yes, Hannah. Yes. Suck my clit," Emily managed to tell her. "God. I'm...going...to..."

Hannah held on for dear life and sucked the clit while Emily shrieked during the orgasm. Juices flowed down Hannah's chin and Emily's thighs. Over and over the young woman thrust her hips into Hannah's face, grabbing the attorney's hair and attempting to stay upright. Hannah held her tighter, sensing that the girl's legs might not hold up.

In the end, Emily backed away from her boss and fell into a chair. Hannah followed her and sat on her legs, hugging and kissing the secretary. The women spent several minutes recovering in each others arms.

Over time, the relationship grew with several new light bondage techniques and toys added to the mix. The activity moved to various rooms in Hannah's large condo where the sound of small electrical objects, whips and rapture did not disturb anybody.



Secretarial Encounter



The secretary at my last job was a most strikingly beautiful woman: tall, with pale skin and dark hair, and deliciously painted red lips. She was quiet and graceful, and for the two years we worked together I could only imagine that a sensuous, erotic woman lay beneath that mysterious face. 

Although we had hardly talked at all, the day after my resignation I received an email wishing me all the best for the future, signed off with a casual invitation to call her for coffee if ever I was in the neighbourhood. I thought very little of it until later that evening when I went to bed and became immediately aroused by the thought of her lithe body and pert breasts, just visible under the blouse she had been wearing earlier in the day.

The following week I dropped into the office to pick up some letters, and decided to drop into her room. She was seated at her computer when I walked in, dressed in a white one-piece dress buttoned to barely cover her ample cleavage. I couldn't help but imagine myself unbuttoning further, slowly revealing the areoles and erect nipples I had fantasised about one week ago. I made some small talk, thanking her for the farewell email and offering to buy her that coffee next time I came by. She told me she had almost finished for the day, and that if I was free I was welcome to come to her place for a glass of wine. I couldn't have accepted faster, and by five-thirty we were sitting on her couch watching the sun set and finishing our second glass of white.

As we drank more, the conversation became increasingly intimate. We quickly established each others' single statuses and started to joke about our most recent and disastrous relationships. While we talked she moved closer to me, refilling my glass and playfully touching my thigh with her slender fingers and manicured nails as she told me about her last boyfriend's failure to satisfy her: intellectually and in the bedroom. Each time her hand brushed my leg I felt my cock stir inside my jeans and my mind wandered to visions of her naked body, riding me as my tongue explores the breasts that had so far remained a mystery. I found myself glancing down her blouse to the pearly-white tits beneath, and caught a glimpse of the lacy black bra that covered them. She had clearly caught me looking, but she smiled and took my hand in hers. 

She brought my hand to her thigh, just underneath her white skirt, and I leant over to kiss those delicious red lips. My tongue darted between her lips, teasing before fully entering to explore her eager mouth. My cock was hard against my pants and aching to be set free as I started to unbutton her blouse. She put a hand up to mine, pulling it away from her chest and returning it to her thigh. She pushed my nails deep into the flesh of her ass, moaning quietly: 'hurt me a little'.

I had never been asked to cause pain before, but it was clearly a big turn-on for both of us as I lay her across my lap and exposed the panty-clad ass beneath. Her buttocks were ivory-white and reddened in places by my fingernails. I pulled one side of her plain white panties aside and circled her ass with my fingers, pinching and slapping until her skin was flushed and pink. I was rewarded by moans of pleasure and her mound grinding hard into my aching cock. I slipped her panties off, noticing the stringy wet cum that soaked them, and started to work on the other ass-cheek. My other hand moved up between her legs, and finally my teasing fingers discovered the warm wetness of her cunt. She writhed and moaned as I entered her from behind with my fingers, relishing the sweet scent and slippery wetness of her juices. 

After what seemed like an agonising eternity exploring her pussy with my hand, she rose to all fours and unbuttoned my pants. My wooden cock sprang out immediately, desperate to feel her tight pussy around me. She held my tortured prick in one hand as she delicately lapped the pre-cum from its head, savouring each droplet like wine. At times she bit down, softly but ever-so-slightly painfully consuming my manhood and driving me wild.

Finally she unbuttoned her blouse and I undid her bra. Her breasts were large and perfectly firm, her areoles pink with small, very erect nipples. I circled her areoles with my tongue, briefly flicking and biting each nipple in turn. She ground her sopping, neatly shaven mound into my cock as she moaned in pleasure. I pushed her down on all fours and approached her from behind. Her ass was bright red with the punishment she'd received and her cunt-lips were dripping cum. I spread them with my fingers from behind as I pushed the head of my eager cock into her vagina. I slapped her ass cheeks and dug my nails firmly into her hard flesh as I entered her fully. The feeling of her hot, wet cunt surrounding my aching prick was immense. She pushed her ass hard against me so that my cock found the deepest part of her pussy, pounding rhythmically in and out of her womanhood. I reached forward to take a breast in my hand, massaging its firm flesh and pinching her hard nubs. As I penetrated her harder and faster, she began to moan louder and begged me to fuck her deeper.

I obliged, pushing my cock in as far as I could until my balls felt the heat and sticky wetness of her sex with each thrust. I could feel her pussy contract around my prick as she began to cum, screaming for me to hurt her again. I slapped her ass cheeks as hard as I could while she bucked wildly beneath me and orgasmed intensely. Waves of sweet-scented juices flowed from her cunt to soak my cock and balls. The feeling was incredible as my orgasm mounted and I injected burst after burst of semen into her.

I pulled out of her slowly, my cock slick with her sex juices. She turned around to face me, mounting my lap to spread her sex over mine. We kissed deeply and said very little.



Secretarial Satisfaction



The drive to my house was so fast it almost seemed like a dream. The events of the last couple of hours replayed through my mind over and over; an erotic film playing in the theatre of my mind. Time and again I watched Nikki strip for me, tempt me, seduce me, awaken a sexual animal in me. And now I was going to finally feel her body envelop me. I didn't care what I needed to do to make this happen. All I cared about was feeling that supple, curvy body pressed against me, riding me, taking me in; satisfying every lustful desire that was rocketing through my brain.

Nikki was following behind me in her car, having no trouble keeping up as I drove down the winding roads to the house I shared with my ice princess trophy wife. I think what drove me so wild about Nikki was that Nikki was everything my wife was not. I looked back into the rear view mirror to see the enticing sight that was pulling in behind me as I parked in the driveway. Nikki had shed the sweater as soon as we left the office, leaving her wearing just a thin red camisole. Although I couldn't see clearly enough in the mirror, I was almost certain that her nipples were hard and poking through the thin material. She got out of the car and leaned over to adjust her tight, form fitting skirt. Her breasts practically spilled out of her cami as she pulled on the fabric hugging her hips and thighs. She then stood up and slowly adjusted her prodigious bust, squeezing them together as she licked her lips, knowing that I was enjoying the show in my rear view mirror. 

Nikki stood by the driver's side door as I got out of the car. She looked up into my eyes and I could see the fiery passion smoldering behind them. I could feel my shaft swelling from just being so close to her, hearing her breathing as she stepped closer to me. Finally, she looked at the house and started to walk toward the door. I hurried along to the door and unlocked it just as she reached it. She looked at me and smiled. "Thank you."

As soon as I closed the door, Nikki grabbed me and pushed me against the door, her desire getting the better of her as we groped each other, yearning for each other's touch. Her tongue slipped between my lips and toyed with mine as I reached beneath her hemline and slid the tight skirt up over her ass, revealing her garter belt and a tiny pair of panties. I luxuriated in the feel of the satin under my fingers as I pulled her against me, my swollen shaft grinding against her clit through my slacks and her panties. I could feel her body trembling against me as I looked down, her breasts shuddering in her skimpy camisole. She broke away from our embrace and looked at me with unadulterated desire in her eyes. "Remember our agreement. I will fuck you senseless, but only in your bed where you've been denied what you really need." She licked her lips as she spoke to me, her desire clearly visible. "Where is your bedroom?"

I hurriedly led the way up the stairs, barely able to walk due to the throbbing erection that I was currently sporting. Finally, we reached the bedroom. A black satin bedspread lay on the mattress, a few pillows at the head of the bed. I walked in, holding Nikki's hand and leading her to the bed. She turned to face me and, without saying a word, unzipped her skirt; bending over to guide it to the floor, her breasts finally spilling free of her camisole as she stood up, her nipples perfectly erect as only the very bottom still remained inside the silky material. She pinched them as she eyed me, loving the sight of my cock swollen and throbbing against my slacks, precum beginning to seep through the fabric as I stared at her in sexually charged disbelief.

"You've given me what I want. Now you can take what you want." Without hesitation I moved toward her and began to suck and lick those delicious breasts that I had only dreamt of before. Her flesh tasted sweet in my mouth with just a hint of saltiness from the sweat that had been produced during our earlier encounter by the door. We fell to the bed and rolled around like inexperienced teenagers, our hands exploring each other's bodies as we gave in to our basest instincts and desires. I moaned lustfully every time her hand or thigh rubbed in between my legs until finally she could take it no more and quickly undid my belt and zipper. I shrugged my slacks off as I continue to kiss her soft and pouting lips, my tongue exploring her mouth as I struggled with my briefs until I finally gave up and tore them from my body, my cock rigid and aching for release and satisfaction. 

Nikki pulled herself away from me and licked her lips, clearly enjoying the sight before her. Even though her panties were black, it was obvious from the darker color of the wet spot that she had been aching for release as well. She pulled the camisole over her head, her breasts bouncing as she completely revealed them. She then bent over and slipped her stockings off, quickly followed by her garter and panties. She stood before me completely nude, her pussy dripping wet, her nipples swollen and sensitive. "Is this what you've been wanting? Is this what you've been staring at?"

I nodded quickly, almost unable to speak. "Yes, please, fuck me. Give me what I need. Give me my fantasy." She needed no further encouragement as she practically leapt for the bed. She straddled me and positioned her pussy lips just over my swollen shaft, waiting for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of pure desire that now filled the room. Then, just as suddenly, she threw her head back and impaled herself on my shaft, both of us practically screaming at the feel of our bodies becoming one. I thrust up to meet her, over and over again. My groin ground against her as I reached and felt what I had been fantasizing about for so long.

Her tits felt amazing in my hands. Heavy, pendulous, it felt like bolts of desire were shooting through me as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She moaned softly as I pinched them, continuing to thrust upward as she rode me, each movement making her breasts shake in my hands. I moaned in spite of myself, giving in to her raw sexuality in a way that I hadn't in many years. This wasn't the mere satisfaction of a need. This was the fulfillment of a deep and abiding desire; a desire that was awoken in me anew every time I ogled her lustful and sexually charged body.

Nikki moaned even more loudly now, her thrusts more insistent as I could feel her pussy beginning to clutch at me. Then, all of a sudden, she stopped. She pressed her body against me, hard, pushing me down into the mattress. I pushed back up, my cock throbbing in her pussy, trying to figure out what she was doing. She looked down at me, the sexual fire in her eyes burning through me. She clenched her pussy around my shaft again and again, each time making my body shudder as my eyes rolled into the back of my head from ecstasy. In return, I flexed my muscles, my cock shifting and shuddering within her, the head of my cock rubbing against her g spot as she struggled not to scream out and give in. As each second passed it seemed like an hour, our desire growing as we tried to restrain ourselves. 

Finally, she clenched as I flexed at the exact same moment and we could no longer contain our desire. I thrust upward powerfully, causing her to moan loudly and start riding me harder and faster than before. We began to fuck wildly, erratically, losing all sense of rhythm, just grinding and plunging, aching for release. I began to moan loudly and beg for release as I felt her pussy tighten around me. Her body tensed as a wave of orgasms flooded through her body. I couldn't bear it anymore. "Nikki! Nikki! Oh fuck, Nikki! Yes, yes!" Then suddenly, I screamed, a primal scream that revealed the animalistic nature of my lust. Hot sticky cum shot out of me and filled her tight and clenching pussy, dripping out of her and down her thigh. She flexed her muscles and drew every last drop out of me. I licked my lips and collapsed back on the bed, completely spent. She looked at me with an air of satisfaction. Then, finally, the scene was broken with the sound of the bedroom door opening slowly.



Secretarial Training



You are my new, young and sexy, secretary. You have worked for me for about two weeks and I call you into my office to let you know that your performance hasn't been good enough and I'm going to have to let you go. You are wearing a very short skirt, tight top and open toed high heeled shoes with thin straps that go around the ankle. When you come into my office I have you stand in front of me and look you over. I explain that you have been making a lot of mistakes and that I've noticed you take long lunches and that it's just not working out. I go on to tell you that the only reason I kept you around this long is that I like to look at your hard body. However, I say enough is enough and you have to go. You beg me for one more chance and say that you really need the job. I respond by saying that the only way I can keep you around is if you're willing to undergo some thorough "training" plus make amends for all the times you have slacked off. You say OK.

So I reach out to you and place my hand on your bare upper leg and run my hand along your smooth skin. You reluctantly let me feel my way up to your tight bottom. I explain that the first part of the training is the discipline part and that you are going to need a spanking for all the time you have been wasting. You reluctantly agree and I have you bend over and place your hands on the desk. I then lift your skirt and expose your ass. You have on a very small pair of black thong underwear. I start by placing my hand on your ass and rubbing it lightly. Then I smack it a couple of times. Firm slaps but not overly hard. I then rub your ass and the back of your legs more then I slap your ass again. I repeat this process a number of times, probably lasting about two or three minutes. I work you over just enough to slightly redden your ass. At that point, I reach up with my fingers and pull at the elastic band on your panties around your waist. I tell you that you won't need these any more. You ask me to please stop, but I cut you short by slapping your ass again and reminding you that you will do what I tell you to do or that will be the end of your job. I then tell you to spread your feet some on the floor. Once you have done this and your panties are down around your ankles, I begin to rub your ass and the back of your thighs some more and also mix in sliding my hand along your pussy and asshole, lightly brushing them intermittently. You are shaved perfectly smooth. I occasionally slap your ass while doing this, but most of the time I am rubbing your smooth skin and letting my fingers wander and press lightly up against your holes. You again ask me to please stop, but I again tell you that you will submit to this or be gone.

At this point, I have you spread your ass cheeks for me and ask you if you like it when your boyfriend fucks you in your two holes. You beg me to stop again, but I just ignore you. I move around in front of you and order you to your knees, but only after I have you stand up and I take off your shirt, revealing your tits. You have not worn a bra today and I tell you I like that. You get down on your knees and I pull my cock out of my pants. Once again you ask me to stop but I tell you to shut up and forcefully place my hand on the back of your head and pull your reluctant face onto my hardened cock. I order you to open your mouth and I push my cock past your lips and deep into your mouth. You have no choice but to suck as I pull my cock back out and push it back into your wet, warm mouth. I can tell you don't want to do this, but I continue on, fucking your mouth with my hard cock. I also tell you how hot you look with my cock in your mouth and how I can't wait to fuck you. You pull away for just long enough to again beg me to stop, but I simply push the back of your head back towards me and slide my cock back into your mouth.

After a few minutes, I order you to stop and I stand you up and bend you over onto the desk. I lift one of your legs and place your knee on the desk, leaving the other foot on the floor so that you must spread out, leaving you fully exposed. I kneel down and lightly begin to lick your pussy, working around the folds and the reaching far up to your clit, then working my way down to your hole. I push my tongue inside you, making sure it is nice and wet for later, when I plan to shove my cock in it. I also work my tongue along the edges of your asshole, eventually also pushing it slightly inside. You moan, but also again beg me to please stop and please not to fuck you. Just for good measure, I slap your ass a couple of times in response. I stand back up and move towards you with my rock hard cock. I then announce that I am ready to fuck you and I proceed to plunge my stiff rod inside your now wet pussy. You whimper some, but also you are moaning. I rhythmically pound your wet pussy, slowing only enough so that I don't cum too soon. I am enjoying this and don't want it to end too early.

Fucking your pussy feels so good that I feel like I want to do it forever but there is one more place that I want to put my cock. I begin to work my finger into your tight ass, using your pussy juice that I get off of my wet cock as I'm fucking you as a lube, to make sure it will slide right in. You feel the pressure on your asshole and beg me not to fuck you there. You say that you haven't ever done that, but by now there is nothing that can stop me from fucking that tight ass. I slowly pull out of your wet pussy and position my cock at the entrance of your tightest hole. As I begin to push in, you reach back with both hands and feebly try to fend off the invasion. That just turns me on more and I grab both of your wrists with my left hand and plunge my cock into your ass with an unrelenting force. You moan out loud as I piston your tight ass with my rod. At the same time I am fucking you with my cock and holding your hands behind your back with my left hand, my right hand is slapping your ass, adding to the effect. This goes on for a few minutes until I know I will be unable to last any longer.

With one last hard thrust, I pull out of your ass and spin you around before you know what is happening. I push you down to your knees and once again grab the back of your head, pushing it towards my cock. I push past your lips just in time as the first stream of cum shoots out of my cock and down your throat. I continue to fuck your mouth as my orgasm continues full force, pumping loads of hot cum over your tongue.  I continue to piston your mouth as my cum wanes and I watch small drizzles of cum leak out of your mouth around my cock. I order you to make sure to swallow what remains and watch as you reluctantly gulp down my load. I then pull my now half hard cock out of your mouth and tell you to stand up and get dressed. You dress quickly and move to leave my office. As you are leaving I remind you about the early morning meeting I have scheduled for us tomorrow. I swear I see a slight smile cross your lips as you quietly nod your head and turn towards the door.



Secretaries in Bondage



I paid the cab driver and turned to walk into the shiny, glass-encased office building. The bright southern California sun blinded me, and since I hadn't needed them when I boarded the plane at LaGuardia at 6AM I hadn't thought to bring sunglasses. I was momentarily snowblind when I entered the building. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a reception desk in front of me emblazoned with the emblem "Better Bonds, Inc." There was a young, tan, very attractive woman in a business suit wearing a headset looking at me expectantly. Her hair was bleached almost white from sun, although it might have been some shade of blonde to begin with. Her blouse didn't actually show as much cleavage as its first impression made you think it did because the neckline was accentuated by a tight choker around her neck.

I stepped forward and began "I'm Jack Edwards..." 

"Of course, from Affirmative Investments," she interrupted efficiently, "I shall inform Mr. Bower that you're here."

"Thank you," I said. Of course, I expected that everyone would be exceedingly polite to me—my company had just bought out BBI, and I was leading the team in charge of assimilating our business operations. In other words, I would be deciding who got laid off and who was retained.

In a few minutes another tall, beautiful woman came from the back. She was tanned, with brown curly hair, a very short skirt, and bare legs in pumps. The blouse she wore under her jacket was cut exactly at hem-level, so that if she moved to either side an enticing strip of flat, tan belly peeked out. A blouse like that was too racy for the financial district in New York, but perhaps things were different in LA. She came to me extending her hand, which caused the tiny strip of flesh to peek out momentarily. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Edwards," she said in a husky voice, "my name is Ellen, and I'm one of Mr. Bower's personal assistants." One of? How many did he need? "I'm to take you wherever you wish to go."

"I'd like to start with HR, please," I replied. I'd been able to see most of the company's financials on the plane, since it had been part of the due diligence. I hadn't seen anything about the staff. It seemed a strange situation; Morris Bower had started Better Bonds from scratch twenty years ago and had built it into a multi-million dollar investment firm. At a time when the market was stinging from the collapse of junk bonds, he stepped in and started buying investment-grade bonds at high interest rates. He had grown a reputation for knowing a worthless bond from a golden one. Then about three years ago, Better Bonds bottom line suddenly started shrinking. Operating expenses seemed to keep increasing at a much faster rate than profits. With the stock market becoming volatile, Affirmative wanted to increase its presence in the bond market, and made an unsolicited offer for BBI. Their board turned on its founder and sold out while it was still just barely profitable. He would be all right, though—he owned enough stock to clear probably 300 million from the sale, on top of the fortune he'd made when he took the company public in the first place.

I was set up in a conference room and was given access to the company's personnel files. I began going through them. I paid no attention when Ellen excused herself momentarily. At first glance that staffing levels seemed about right, but the expenses still seemed so high... I started looking at individual employees, and what? What's this? A position classified as a special assistant to Mr. Bower—presumably a personal assistant—but making $200,000 a year, plus stock options? That's as much money as I made—that would have to stop, I thought. And then...what? Another one? 

"I'm Morris Bower," said a voice behind me. I stood to meet the founder. He was silver-haired and thin on top, but also tan and appeared fit for a man of 60. 

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Bower..." I began, shaking his hand.

"Looking through the personnel files, I see?" he asked. Ellen appeared in the doorway behind him. 

"Yes..." I said sitting down. 

Morris gave a nod in Ellen's direction. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

"Don't worry about me," he said jovially, "if Affirmative wants me to stay I can, but I'm also quite prepared to retire." 

"OK," I replied. The bosses back east would make that call, not me. 

"Perhaps you've already noticed that we have a few...special assistants on the payroll..." he said evasively.

"Yes, I had...just how many of them are there?" I asked.

"Four," he answered, "and it might seem that they are rather well compensated..." 

"Uh, yeah," I replied sarcastically. I'd never seen anything like it.

"Mr. Edwards," he began formally, sitting down. "I've run this business for a long time. I know what's the going rate for various jobs, or I wouldn't have stayed in business this long. Now I expect that when you see special assistant you think secretary, and if that's the way you look at it then they're way overpaid. But let me assure you that each of the special assistants is much more than an administrator."

"Oh? How so?" I asked patronizingly. 

"That," he smiled mysteriously, "is something that you will have to see firsthand. My special assistants would like to remain employed here, and have asked if I could arrange for a forum where they can demonstrate why they have been so valuable to BBI."

He talked about them like he owned them somehow. "Oh? And how will they do that?"

Mr. Bower now stood up. "Let's just call that a little L.A. secret for now. I'm playing golf with guys from 12th National Bank this afternoon, but I'll send my private car to pick you up say, around 3:30." I hesitated, but before I could protest he interrupted "Great. I'll look forward to seeing you again this afternoon." On cue, Ellen opened the door and he swept out. I sighed. What on earth did he have planned for me? They wanted to show why they were worth their outrageous salaries—but they couldn't do it at the office? That didn't make any sense. For a minute, I thought that perhaps something outrageously improprietous might be going on, but thought the better of it. Even in L.A., that kind of thing only happened in cheesy porn movies, I thought.

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Yup, there were four all right. Ellen Majors, my guide. Cherie Crawford, the receptionist at the front desk. And two others I had not yet met, Joy Peijing and Shana Flanagan. With stock options, a million bucks for four support staff. My mind couldn't keep thinking about what their special talents might be that Morris wanted me to know about, and the only thing my mind kept coming back around to was that porn-plot thing. Cheesy soundtrack porn soundtrack music kept running through my head, becoming so insistent as to be distracting by the time 4:00 approached. I wasn't real happy about Morris' rendezvous, but I had to admit I was pretty tired—my day had started at 1AM local time, so I guess it wasn't unreasonable to knock off a little early. 

I was stifling a yawn when a girl came to tell me Mr. Bower's car was here for me. It wasn't Cherie, and while she was cute she wasn't dressed anything like Cherie had been—more normal, I would say. The fact that I was slightly disappointed by this surprised me. 

"OK, I'll be right there," I said, shutting down my computer and packing up the papers I was planning to take back to the hotel. She waited quietly and then showed me out.

Mr. Bower's private car turned out to be a vintage 1950s Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud. A chauffeur stood by the door, waiting to open it for me. "I hope this isn't a company car," I remarked as I sat inside. A car like this was worth, what, maybe a half-million?

"No sir," he answered dryly, "this is Mr. Bower's personal car." 

I have to admit I was impressed. The damn thing was as quiet as a Prius as we rolled down the boulevard. "Where are we going?" I asked. 

"Mr. Bower's mansion, in the hills," he remarked. Of course—where else would we go? The cheesy soundtrack playing in my head became deafening, especially with the car generating no noise of its own to counteract it. 

The car pulled up in the circle drive of a classic Beverly Hills mansion. This was too much. If there was an orgy in progress inside, I told myself as I walked up the steps, I'd laugh in their California faces and leave, calling a cab if I had to. I hadn't counted on Kitty.

Passing between the massive columns flanking the entry, I rang the bell, expecting perhaps a butler would answer the door, given the chauffeur. Instead the door was opened by one of the most spectacular women I have ever seen. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and California tan. But what took my breath away was her outfit—she wore black leather halter top with matching black leather Daisy Duke shorts and platform black mules. Her tan was uniform, even in the exposed space between her impressive breasts, which made me think that perhaps she had no tan lines—anywhere. The massive gold-and-diamond rings she wore on her left hand seemed somewhat incongruous with the rest of her look. "Hello, you must be Jack. I'm Kitty," she purred in a deep, sexy voice. Of course you are, suddenly feeling the need to adjust the position of my trousers. "Kitty Bower, Morris' wife," she continued, "please come in." 

Wife? Morris, you old crafty bastard, how did you land yourself a piece like this? Never mind, I just got a ride in your Rolls—I know damn well how you managed it. 

"I...I didn't know..." I stumbled, unable to construct a coherent sentence because I had to censor myself from saying virtually every thought in my head.

"Morris doesn't usually tell people about me ahead of time," she announced. Clearly she'd seen this reaction before. "He says its easier if people just meet me rather than trying to explain me. Follow me please—Morris is waiting for you in the solarium." Her shoes clicked across the marble floors as she led me into the house. I gulped as I watched the finely toned symphony of muscles from her butt to her ankles working together as she glided across the floor in those impossibly high heels. With her back to me now, I did quickly adjust myself, giving my sudden erection some breathing room. 

I followed Kitty, staying far enough back to appreciate her walk while trying not to be obvious that I was staring at it. It took some time reach the solarium at the back of the house. The solarium was a glass-walled room that overlooked the sunken pool outside. There were a number of thick, sturdy columns holding up the roof in-between, matching the ones by the front entrance. Morris was standing facing the pool, barefoot, wearing a golf shirt and khaki pants that still had a few specs of grass on the cuffs; apparently he wasn't lying when he said he was playing golf. He turned when he heard Kitty clicking up behind him. 

"Mr. Edwards is here," Kitty announced matter-of-factly.

"Thank you, dear," Morris said, then reached up to kiss her—he wasn't very tall to begin with, and with those sky-high platforms she was a good two inches taller than he. She bent over to give him a quick kiss—but at the same time he slipped his fingers under her halter and tweaked one of her nipples. I couldn't decide if he was trying to hide his little feel, or whether he was trying to make sure that I saw it. "Please stick around, we may need your help."

"Yes, dear," she said in a tone devoid of emotion.

"This is quite the house you have here, Mr. Bower," I said with due awe.

"Thank you," he said proudly, "I have quite a nice life these days. I see you've met my wife..." He nodded in her direction.

I nodded, not sure what to say. What do you say when the man whose company you just took over turns out to be married to the hottest piece of ass you've ever seen? Nice going?

"Well, suffice it to say it's not always been this way, but I didn't bring you here to bore you with stories of how I clawed my way to the top," he continued. That's good, because I was expecting that was precisely what he meant to do. "I promised my trusty assistants that I would give them the opportunity to show you why they are worth the salaries that they receive." My thoughts had been so thoroughly sent off-track by the sight of Kitty, I'd forgotten why I was here in the first place. 

"Ah, yes," I answered, remembering—but I didn't see them anywhere. "What do they intend to do?" I asked guardedly.

"Why don't you ask them yourself?" he replied, "they're right out here." With that he went to the wall of windows and opened the glass door to the pool area. He stood there holding it open, waiting for me to walk through. I paused for a second to see if Mrs. Bower would walk through, but she was waiting for me, too. Bowing to social pressure, I went through the door next. Kitty followed. 

I stopped just the other side of the door, not knowing where to go—I didn't see anybody. Morris walked forward, just past one of the columns. "Now this is Shana—you've not met her yet..." Shana? I'd read the name in the books, but...was she invisible? 

Confused, I took two steps forward and now saw Shana, and understood why I'd not seen her before; she was tied to the column. Her were fully extended overhead and tied to ropes that ran around the column itself. Her ankles were likewise tied to the column, and in the middle ropes wound around her torso, holding her closely pressed against it. A cloth gag covered her mouth. She had beautiful, flame red hair, with pale skin and freckles. She was dressed in a blouse, short-skirted business suit and heels like I'd seen Ellen and Cherie wear. Kitty stood behind me, but was thoroughly nonplussed by the site of a beautiful woman tied to the column as Morris. "Now Shana...she's Irish in case you can't tell, from Boston originally..." As he talked, Morris was toying with her as if he were posing a doll, first adjusting where her hair fell then pulling the tied-down suitjacket so that it was out of the way and her blouse showed. She watched him as he touched whatever part of her body he chose, but her expression belied neither fear nor surprise. Clearly, she was not tied here against her will. "She's got this lovely skin, but we have to make sure she's not in the sun too long, or she'll burn like a lobster. Right?" She nodded her head the little bit she could tied to the pole. As this was going on, Morris was nonchalantly unbuttoning her blouse. I was frozen as I watched Morris unbutton every button on her blouse, then pull the flaps of the blouse to the side, where pressure from the ropes kept them in place. 

"Plug her in, would you dear?" he said, addressing Kitty as he pulled a small knife from his pocket. I turned away for a second to see her head back to the house, and when I looked back Morris had cut through all of the straps on Shana's bra and was now pulling its remains free from the ropes. In no time her breasts were free and exposed. They had the same delicate skin and soft freckles, with pale pink nipples. Morris tweaked Shana's nipples to make them erect. Part of my brain was screaming this was very wrong and I should leave, but instead I found myself rooted to the spot, shocked and fascinated by what I saw. Fact is, I love redheads, and Shana was about as beautiful a redhead as I had ever seen—in my book, she'd give Kitty a real run for her money. 

Kitty returned, carrying a wooden box. She set it down in front of Shana, and got down one knee to open it—and I thought her ass looked dynamite when she was walking. Kitty took what was clearly a vibrator out of the box, only it was attached to a small black belt. Expertly, Kitty reached up under Shana's short skirt, and tightened the belt around her left thigh, just below her short skirt, so that it now stayed put. Then she carefully positioned the vibrator; I guessed she was making sure it touched the clitoris. Shana eyes closed momentarily, after which Kitty stood and picked up the box again. Apparently she'd found it. 

While I was watching Kitty place the vibe I'd lost track of Morris. "Now this is Joy—I don't know that you've met her, either." I looked up and saw him standing two columns down. I felt I should talk but had nothing to say. I found myself stepping over towards where he and now Kitty stood in spite of myself. "Joy is of Asian descent, as you might have guessed, and is from San Francisco..." he narrated as he began to arrange Joy to his liking. She was a shortish and slight Asian girl, with long dark hyper-straight hair. Her hands and torso were tied to the column like Shana had been, but unlike the redhead she was standing on one leg, while the other was bent at the knee and tied so that it pointed upwards—greatly increasing access to her crotch. She was wearing a dress instead of a suit, and Morris was opening it down the front as he spoke—but I was too rapt in what I was watching to hear what he was saying. Her dress opened completely down the front, allowing him to push it to the sides like Briana's, except Joy was exposed from top to bottom. He didn't need to cut her bra off, it clasped in the front and so he simply pushed it aside like the dress. Her breasts were small to fit her slender frame, but their brown nipples were huge. She was wearing a thong, which I realized was a stripper's thong when Morris reached for the tiny clasps on the sides. A click here and a click there and the thong was easily removed and tossed aside. She was shaved completely bare between her legs. Kitty now brought a vibe up to Joy's crotch and began to work against her pubic bone. She turned it in circles, pressing against the folded lips there, until they began to gave way. She didn't stop until the barrier became sufficiently receptive, at which time she buried the vibe almost entirely inside her pussy and left it there.

Just beyond Joy's column there was a curving set of concrete stairs that led to the pool area itself. Morris was already halfway down them when he started talking again, saying "now I know you've met Ellen..." I lingered for a moment, taking in sight of the pretty Asian with her leg tied up and the vibrator buzzing in her box. Then I followed at double-time to catch up to Morris, by now quite interested to see how Ellen would be, um, displayed.

I skipped down the stairs and found Ellen tied face-down to the low diving board by the pool. She was actually kneeling on the cement, one leg straddling each side of the diving board, but her hands were tied to the board at their maximum reach. This position was obviously designed to highlight Ellen's tight ass. Morris had already pulled up her skirt and pulled down her thong. He was rubbing and playfully slapping the cheeks, watching the ripples in the tight muscle. 

Kitty clicked by me and knelt behind her. Producing a tube of lubricant, she began to work it around and into Ellen's smaller hole. Morris meanwhile reached under her to unbutton her blouse (her jacket had disappeared somewhere along the line). When it was all the way unbuttoned he pulled the sides free and reached under—her body wasn't tied as tightly as the other girls' had been, but the way her knees were bound to the diving board, she wasn't going anywhere. Kitty had inserted one buzzing vibe in Ellen's pussy and now was working another into her upturned ass. Morris was playing with her tits underneath; apparently she hadn't worn a bra at all. When she turned her head sideways, I saw that she wore a ball gag.

When the second vibe nestled comfortably, if that's possible, in Ellen's backside, Morris turned and walked towards the corner of the pool deck, saying "and last but definitely not least, we have lovely Cherie." I don't know why I hadn't noticed her before, except perhaps that that corner of the pool deck was now in shadows. There was a shaded alcove tucked under the veranda by the solarium, and like any good pool there were reclining deck chairs lining the deck. Cherie was tied to one of them. It was laid fully flat; Cherie's thighs were tied to the armrests and her ankles were tied together with a rope that ran under the chair, forcing her legs wide open. With her short skirt, her prominently visible thong was the focal point of attention even before Morris began to, um, arrange her. Her wrists were secured to the top of the chair with two sets of handcuffs, and she wore a ring gag. Morris was talking again, but I wasn't hearing him, I was just watching as he undid the clips from her thong—also the stripper variety—and tenderly stroked the hairless mound revealed. Then he deferred to Kitty as she inserted a vibe into her pussy while he unbuttoned her blouse, lovingly kissing the large, full breasts revealed underneath. I looked at Morris, and at Cherie, and it was clear that both were quite comfortable with their roles in this scenario—porn movie plot or not, it was pretty clear what these girls' special talents were. I had to admire Morris' skill with a rope if nothing else, these girls were tied down but good—and then I remembered the stray grass clippings. He'd been golfing...Kitty must have been the one tying the other girls up. I gave her a sidelong glance; what else was she capable of? 




Secretaries in Bondage



Morris kept talking, but rapidly and with purpose undid his belt, dropped his pants and tossed them over another deck chair. Underneath he was wearing black leather shorts, too—the masculine equivalent of those worn by his wife you might say, and like her I had yet to see a tan line. It seemed very odd to see a man his age in bondage shorts—and even weirder when he whipped his rod out of them, straddled Cherie's face, and stuffed his dick into her throat through the opening in the ring gag. 

I was almost paralyzed by an internal struggle. On the one hand there was my male nature, chomping at the bit to go on a rampage with all these beautiful women tied down in ready-to-fuck positions. On the other hand there was my inner executive, screaming at me to get the hell out of here. My discomfort watching Morris face-fuck Cherie turned the balance in favor of the executive, and I was about to bolt when Morris played his trump card. He turned to look over his shoulder and said to his wife, "Kitty, do help Mr. Edwards get in the mood, would you dear?" 

"Yes, dear," she said in monotone. 

Kitty...now wait a minute...this was Mrs. Bower... My mouth started to stammer, but now my inner Neanderthal took over as the tan, blonde goddess marched up to me. She struck a sexy pose, then nonchalantly pulled sides of her halter top back so that her breasts spilled out. They were large and round, possibly augmented but if so expertly, and perfectly tan right up to the nipple. I was spellbound by them. It occurred to me that just because she hadn't reacted didn't mean Mrs. Bower hadn't noticed my admiration of various aspects of her, um, talent. 

She stood there for a moment, and when I didn't move, she gently reached for my arm and guided it towards her breast. She moved my hand until it was brushing her nipple, then she moved her nipple back and forth against my fingers until I could no longer hold back my desire to feel them. I lifted my other hand to her other breast, tweaking both nipples with my fingers. They were large and firm yet soft and pliable at the same time; they were exquisite to the touch.

"Please touch them harder, Sir," Kitty murmured, "I like it rough."

I gulped and looked at Kitty's face, pulling a little harder on her nipples than before, but she wasn't looking at me; her eyes were focused on my crotch, and her hands had no difficulty finding the outline of the bulge within. She stroked my through my pants while I played with her nipples. Well, technically she's not an employee...I thought. Suddenly her eyes were looking at me, intense and fierce. I was frozen for a moment by them, but she cracked a hint of a smile, and before I'd even realized what she was doing she had my belt undone and my pants were falling to my ankles.

Her hand wrapped around my penis and stroked it with practiced expertise. I gulped again and stammered "I...I..." Then quick as a flash, Kitty was on her knees, and my dick was disappearing between her ruby lips. Aaaahhhhh was all I could think, it felt so good when Kitty caressed me with her tongue. No surprise, this girl KNEW how to suck dick. She swallowed my entire length almost effortlessly, using her tongue and the roof of her mouth to great effect along the way. Involuntarily, I exhaled "Oooohhhh...." 

"That's the way, Kitty darling," Morris commented, "Daddy's got something for you later." For just a second, her face cracked a hint of a smile at his promise/threat, then [schlup] my dick disappeared into her throat again.

Morris pulled his dick out of Cherie's mouth and walked up next to us, as if standing next to your wife while she sucked another man's dick was the most natural thing in the world. He patted her head affectionately, "Ah, dear Kitty...she sure does suck a mean dick, eh? Suck a golf ball through a garden hose, that one." She smiled at the compliment. He bent over and slapped her on the ass—and I don't mean gently, I mean HARD. She responded by sucking me with even greater urgency. 

"All right now, looks like you're in the spirit..." he said cheerfully. Kitty spit my dick out and stood up. "Pick anywhere you want—just unplug the vibrator and plug away for yourself. Me, I'm intrigued by the predicament Ms. Joy finds herself in..."

"But, Mr. Bower...," I said plaintively, "that would be harassment." Standing on the pool deck with my flagpole pointing at 11:00 just didn't seem to put me in a strong position to be arguing about harassment.

"Is it?" Mr. Bower suddenly challenged, his demeanor completely changed. "What do you know about harassment? Do you know what it takes to constitute harassment?"

I was caught off-guard, literally with my pants down. I guess I didn't know the precise legal definition. 

"I thought so," he said when I didn't answer right away, "everyone is so quick to judge when they don't even know what they're talking about. Come here," he added, motioning that I should follow him. I hastily grabbed my pants, only having time to clasp the hook to keep them from falling as Morris strode back up to where Shana was tied. "One...repeated actions of a sexual nature that are unwelcome and persist in spite of requests that they cease," he quoted matter-of-factly as he strode up to Shana. With purpose, he strode up to her and pulled her gag out of her mouth. "What is your name?" he demanded.

"My name is Shana, master," she replied.

"Do you want me to untie you, Shana?" he demanded.

"No, master," she replied. He replaced the gag and held out his hand expectantly, like a surgeon awaiting the nurse handing him the implement she knows he will need. Kitty had somewhere picked up a riding crop, and put it into his hand with a soft [smack]. 

Morris appreciatively ran his fingers along the redhead's breasts, making sure the nipples were erect. Then suddenly [smack] he slapped the riding crop across them. A little more rubbing, then [smack] again, followed [smack] [smack] [smack] by belts down her torso. Each left a white line that only very, very slowly faded to red. 

Morris pulled down her gag again, and asked "Shana, do you want me stop hitting you?" 

"No, master," she replied.

"Do you want me to untie you?" 

"No, master."

"Do you want me to remove the vibrator under your skirt?" 

"No, master."

He replaced the gag again, slapped each of her tits once with his bare hand, and stormed off in the direction of Joy.

"Mr. Bower, I have no doubt that these women are here of their own volition," I pleaded, "but the repeated and unwanted clause need not apply if the situation is sufficiently intense. How much more intense than this can you get?" 

"Aha, so you do know a little about harassment," Morris said with a little satisfaction, his demeanor softening slightly "but you are forgetting the all-important qualifier—IN THE WORKPLACE. Are we in the workplace?"

"No, not now, but..." 

Morris now removed Joy's gag. "What is your name?" he demanded.

"My name is Joy, master," she replied with the same serious tone as the others.

"Do you want me to untie you, Joy?" he continued.

"No, master," she replied.

"What do you want, Joy?" 

"I want to be your servant, master." 

He pulled the dildo out of her pussy. "I'm going to fuck you now, is that all right, Joy?" 

"If that's what pleases you, master," she replied. 

Morris shoved his dick into her pussy—I'd gone soft during this argument, but it seemed to make him even harder than he had been. 

"Have I ever had sex with you before, Joy?" he continued as he plunged his dick into her well-oiled snatch.

"Yes, master," she answered.

"Have I ever had sex with you on the premises of Better Bonds, Incorporated?" he persisted.

"No, master," she answered.

"Have you wanted me to have sex with you on the premises of Better Bonds, Incorporated?" 

"Yes, master."

"What do I do when you tell me you wish to have sex while we're at work?" 

"To meet you in your private office at lunch."

Morris now turned to me, still fucking Joy with her one leg tied up in the air. "Because they are on the payroll, you just assumed that I did this on the job too, didn't you? I didn't just fall off the apple cart, you know. I personally rent an office on the seventh floor of BBI's building. I never, ever have sex with anyone on BBI property—not even Kitty."

I had to admit I had made that assumption. "But still...if one of them changes her mind, she could make the case that performing sexual favors was a condition of employment..." 

Morris pulled out of Joy with a smile on his face. He stood at a 90-degree angle to me so that he didn't poke me with his erection and put a fatherly, patronizing hand on my shoulder.

"I like you Jack, you think things through before you act on them. That's the mark of a smart businessman. But you just don't get it yet, do you? Come here..." and he walked back down the stairs toward Ellen, who was tied ass-up to the diving board. He knelt down by the board and pulled the ring gag out of her mouth.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Ellen, master," she answered.

"Do you want me to untie you, Ellen?" he asked.

"No, master."

"What do you want me to do then, Ellen?"

"I want you to fuck me up the ass, master."

"What?"

Louder, she answered "I want you to fuck me up the ass, master."

"I'm sorry. I don't feel like it."

"Please, master?" she pleaded.

"Pardon?"

"Please, master? Please fuck me up the ass!" 

"Say that again?"

"Please, master, fuck me up the ass!" 

He replaced her gag and stood up, addressing me. "Now, my hearing might not be what it once was, but I'm pretty sure I just heard her beg this old man to fuck her up the ass." I nodded in agreement. "Don't you get it—that's not the kind of thing that you turn on and off! Being whipped and then ass-fucked doesn't get you off one day turn your stomach the next! This is goddamn INBRED in these girls—they're never gonna change. I don't know how, I don't know why, but these girls—these are the real deal. REAL submissives. To the core. That's the special talent that they have, one that you can't fake. The only thing that makes them happy is if they make their master happy, and the more depraved they have to be in order to succeed, the better it makes them feel afterward. These girls are NOT gonna suddenly turn on you and cry harassment. These girls are happy as a clam, because I give them the two things they really need in life—a comfortably living, and a domineering master. They are not just consenting—they are APPRECIATING adults. You can see it for yourself—if these girls can't convince you with their words and their actions, I don't know what can. Now if you'll excuse me, Ellen's been very productive today, and I'd like to reward her." With that he whipped the dildo out of her ass, tossed it aside, and plunged his erection into her rectum. I could see just a hint of a smile on Ellen's face as her anus stretched to accept Morris' dick. 

I watched Morris ream Ellen for a few minutes—she may have been tied down to the diving board, but clearly she was enjoying it. But it felt awkward watching Morris buttfuck Ellen, and I wasn't willing to indulge myself. I started wandering slowly back up the stairs and towards the house, head spinning. This was the exact opposite of everything they taught us in business school...and yet, I had found it impossible to refute Morris' arguments. He wasn't a dirty old man...scratch that, he was, but he wasn't JUST a dirty old man. He had thought this through thoroughly before proceeding. And the benefits...I was just passing by Joy, and she was totally open and inviting. I turned my head away quickly and continued to head slowly towards the door. My little head and my big head were engaged in a battle royale, and the big one was just barely holding the edge. I trudged past one column, and then the next.

I heard a small jingling sound to my right. I turned towards the sound and found Shana looking at me—in my inner state I'd momentarily forgotten she was there. But what struck me was the look in her eyes. Her eyes were lovely green, a perfect compliment to her red hair—and there is no doubt, red hair is my weakness. She was simply gorgeous—but her eyes, they were so sad. They looked at me like someone had just run over her puppy. And the way they fixed on me, it seemed to be telling me that it was me—either my leaving or my ignoring her—that was making her sad. I averted my eyes, and as I did I saw the light welts on her fine porcelain skin that had been left by the crop. I don't know why, there was just something surreal about them. I found myself slowly reaching my hand towards the welt across her flat belly, wanting to touch it to see if it was raised on the skin or merely discoloration. I just barely touched it, ran my finger along it as gingerly as if it were a knife blade. Yet I could not help but feel how smooth her fine, pale skin felt. 

I started to withdraw my finger, when suddenly I noticed something. Shana's nipples, which had been more or less at half-mast, had suddenly snapped to full attention. What the hell—had her nipple gotten hard just from the gentle touch of my finger on her belly? Seeking to understand the meaning of this, I looked back at her face, and discovered that the expression in her eyes had changed. Where before they had conveyed sadness, they now seemed to be begging me, "please touch me." I looked back at those rock-hard nips and Morris' words about not being able to fake this kind of submissiveness rang through my head. I studied her face intently while slowly reaching for one of them...

Expressively, she closed her eyes briefly with pleasure as I touched the tender pink nipple. Then she re-opened them, and they still seemed to be saying the same thing: please touch me, please do whatever you want with me. I gulped and pinched her other nipple with my other hand. She responded in exactly the same way.

I was completely drawn in by those eyes. I was now pawing her delicate white breasts like a hungry lion, but those eyes locked in on mine. It seemed like they were saying "I'm here to serve you. I'm only happy if my body make you happy." I don't know which was more infectious—the feeling of her breasts in my hands, or the siren's call of her eyes. All I know is I completely lost track of my surroundings, and thoughts of harassment and appropriate corporate conduct slipped further and further back in my consciousness. All I could think about was the feeling of her breasts, and the way her eyes invited me to explore further. She may have been the one tied to the column, yet she was a Venus flytrap, and I was a fly helplessly caught up in her spell.

I was so wrapped up in this silent dance I didn't notice Kitty approaching until I heard a metallic sound ringing very close to my ear. Startled, I saw Kitty standing behind the column, wielding what I would call a machete. I panicked for a second as she raised it again, but her swing landed on the marble of the column with another metallic [clang]. As the same time, Shana started to rapidly wriggle her wrists, and the ropes that bound them started to come free. I realized Kitty was using the knife to quickly cut through the ties binding her to the column just as there was another [clang]. I realized that she had been unobtrusively watching my every move; having seen me respond to Shana, she quickly came by to ensure that I could be properly served. Kitty may look and dress like a porn star, I thought, but I made a mental note to myself to NEVER underestimate what she was capable of. 

Just then Shana's hands came free, and the ropes around her torso fell away. With the ties still on her ankles, she dropped to her knees and reached for my waist. My pants were still held up just by the one hook I had hooked in my earlier haste to follow Morris. Before Kitty's last swing had even cut through the ropes on her ankles, my pants had fallen to my ankles and Shana was caressing me in her mouth.

Shana wasn't quite the dick-milking machine Kitty was—but it wasn't for lack of trying. Her gag reflex was just more sensitive, and she couldn't swallow quite as much of me at once. But she was eagerly stimulating me with her tongue, and Kitty didn't have natural, flame-red hair for me to gently hold on to while her head bobbed up and down on my cock. 

Next thing I knew those green eyes were looking up at me again—only this time, she was watching my face to see how I reacted to various oral stimulations. She took her hands off me for a moment, still sucking, so that she could remove her jacket and blouse. Tossing them aside, she held the base of my penis in her hands and stroked me up and down in counterstroke to the movements of her mouth. I gulped yet again—perhaps I was wrong in my initial assessment that wasn't as effective of a dick-milking machine as Kitty!

My steadily building arousal reached a plateau when Kitty returned, standing very near to me. She knelt behind Shana and began to do something with her ankles. She didn't just pull away the now loose rope, however—she replaced it with leather ankle restraints. Apparently this was a well-practiced drill, for no sooner had Kitty slipped the second anklet off that she let go of my dick with one of her hands and held it behind her at a right angle. When she switched and did the same with the other hand, I was that she now wore a matching wrist restraint. When that was on, Kitty gently reached below Shana's chin and wrapped a slave collar around her neck, buckling it snugly around her neck but making sure she didn't interrupt Shana's oral activities. Finally, she unstrapped the vibrator from her leg.

Then Morris appeared, walking up the stairs. He had a big smile on his face now. "So it took Shana to break down the final wall, huh? Let me guess—you've got a thing for redheads." I flushed slightly and shrugged sheepishly, but mostly I was entranced by this amazing blowjob. "Nothing to be ashamed of, and besides, even if you weren't Shana is still quite the looker, eh?" I said nothing, but she somehow seemed to smile when she heard this in spite of her mouth being stuffed full of my dick. 

"Stop, Shana!" Morris suddenly said sharply, and she froze in mid-suck. "She's good, ain't she?" He said to me now. "If I didn't stop her she'd have sucked your load right out you, and you wouldn't have a chance to try out the rest of her." Now to her again, he ordered "Shana! Deck chair!" 

Without a word, she stood and began slowly walking towards the stairs and pool level. Morris put his arm on my shoulder—a very strange experience, considering we were both sporting full erections—and he said "Come, now that you're getting started, see just how special these girls really are." We walked after Shana down the stairs. 

When we got back to the pool level, Shana was standing next to the first deck chair, facing out towards the pool. She reminded me a little of a soldier at inspection, except of course that she was topless and wearing slave restraints. "Sunny side up, or over easy?" Morris quipped. 

It took me a second to realize he was asking how I wanted Shana to lie on the deck chair. "Uh, sunny side up" I said once I'd figured it out. Shana immediately lay on her back on the flattened deck chair, holding her hands up over her head—perhaps to allow me to chain them to the chair if I wanted, like Cherie. 

I was still pondering this when Morris interrupted "you can't fuck her like that—tell her to open her legs!" 

"Uh, open your legs?" I said hesitantly. It came out sounding like a question rather than an order. She parted her thighs a few inches.

[Smack] Morris playfully punched me in the arm. "Not like that, you dolt, like you're a drill sergeant. Or like she owes you money!"

"Open your legs!" I repeated with much more conviction, and added as an afterthought "and pull up your skirt." She reached for her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. Then as she put her hands back over her head, she drew in her knees and parted her thighs as far as possible. 




Secretaries in Bondage



"There you go," Morris said approvingly, "now give her what she deserves, the dirty slut. You know she wants it!" 

I was not used to this rough stuff, but my dick was still so hard from having been THIS close to cumming in Shana's mouth that sheer lust took over. I nailed her with such lust that I swear the deck chair lifted off the ground on the up-strokes. She loved it—the pale skin of her neck and above her breasts flushed pink with excitement. 

I was fucking her like a madman when I became cognizant of Morris standing closer to me than he had been. I looked his direction; now that he had my attention, he handed me a tube of lubricant. "You might like to know that Shana loves it up the ass—even more than Ellen does." 

I glanced down at Shana below me; her face was a combination of slight embarrassment with a variation of that earlier look of invitation. She had a look like a little girl that had been caught doing something very, very naughty, and the only way out the tight spot she was now in was to do it again. All right...I'm game, I thought. I wasn't sure just how to go about lubing her butthole...then realized I didn't have to.

"Shana!" I ordered, holding out the tube "lube your ass!" She sat up for a moment to take the tube, poured out a generous amount, then positioned her legs on the chair so that she could lift her butt. She then worked the lube around her butt crack, then pressed first one finger and then two into the tight hole. 

"Are you gonna flip her around?" Morris asked. He had retreated to Kitty's side; I noticed she her hand was inside her pants, masturbating, and Morris had his hand slipped under the halter and was playing with her tits. 

"Shana! Grab your ankles!" I commanded. She immediately pulled her hand out of her own butt and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide. "I really prefer them sunny-side up," I commented to Morris as I repositioned myself between her thighs. Then I helped her roll her legs up a bit more than she had them, curling her spine and thus making her ass more accessible. I lined up the shot and sank it—I was hard as an iron rod, and thanks to the lube even the tightness of her sphincter could not deter my penetration. I made a few tentative strokes, feeling my way around, plumbing the depths you might say, before once again letting it rip.

Shana's breathing became labored as her excitement grew. I was about as excited as I could get already, fucking the ass of this beautiful redhead. I slowed for a second, pulling back to watch my dick disappearing into her butthole. My attention was diverted by her pussy, however, which had gone from a delicate pink to and almost angry red as her excitement increased. It was sitting there, dripping wet and gaping, but unused. It seemed a damn shame, so I decided to do something about it. I moved my hands to her the bottom of her thighs, then thrust each thumb out towards the middle. The met up right on either side of the clit. Pushing gently, I had her clit lightly pinched between my thumbs. Now when I went back to fucking her ass full tilt, I simultaneously twitched my thumbs back and forth on her clit. Shana was going fucking nuts, and I loved it. She let go of her ankles, but I didn't mind. She put her feet on the armrests of the deck chair and held her ass up to better accommodate my penetrating. I saw her gulp, roll her head, close her eyes. She was fighting to not make noise, but a few squeaks escaped. I've never been so turned on in my life.

Goddammit, you hot little slut, you are GONNA cum, I thought. I was just about there myself, but held off by concentrating on my thumbs working her clit. "Come on, you little slut, cum! Cum for me!" I growled, still relentlessly pounding her ass. Shana looked at me with eyes as big as saucers. She swallowed hard once, and then a few seconds later her thighs locked up, lifting her torso even higher off the chair. With an "ungghhhhh," her body was rocked by orgasms. My dick could feel the spasms racking her body from its position deep in her colon. The whole chair seemed to shake from the little earthquakes inside her. The glow in her face made her even more beautiful.

"That's right, cum for daddy," I snarled. I was surprising myself with just how into this I was getting. She returned to her previous position to receive my thrusts, but I rolled her over onto her side. I shoved my dick back into her ass, with one hand on her butt cheek and the other cupping a breast. It didn't take very much of that before I was the one tensing up, filling her ass with spurt after orgasmic spurt of semen.

"Shana...cleanup on aisle three!" I heard Morris say from somewhere to my right. Quick as a flash, Shana sat up and tenderly cleaned all of the juices off of my dick with her mouth and her tongue. I became aware of noises to my right, and found they were coming from Kitty, who was standing but bent over, holding on to a different deck chair, shorts now down around her ankles. Morris was standing on a low drink table, putting him at just the right height to plow his wife from behind in her heels. From the angle of his attack, I guessed he was driving the Hershey Highway, too.

I was soft now, spent from my intense orgasm, but Shana dutifully continued to suck me. I'm not sure why, but I couldn't help myself; I grabbed her red hair, pulled her head away from my dick pressed my lips against hers. I thought perhaps she would reject my kiss—maybe because that's what like the girls in the porn videos do, and that was my closest point of reference for what was happening. In reality, fact she kissed back strongly; I guess that if the master wants you kiss him, you kiss him. 

I heard Morris grunt, and I knew he must be dumping his load into Kitty's rectum. There were some other deck chairs that were folded up into a sitting position; I let go of Shana and sat in one. For someone that tends to not even like locker rooms, it was strange that I wasn't uncomfortable sitting next to Mr. Bower's pool without any pants on. A few minutes later Morris was sitting in a chair next to me. 

"I suppose you're wondering how BBI came to employ these girls," Morris mused. The thought had occurred to me. "It all started with Kitty, and a little misunderstanding. She was looking for a bondage supply store that had a similar name and looked up our address by mistake. We had been looking for an administrative assistant for eight months and had two openings on staff. I happened to be at the front desk when she came in, looking perplexed and mumbling that she had the wrong address. I was recently divorced at the time, and I was all to eager hire a beautiful secretary for the wrong reasons. It depends, I asked, are you looking for investments? Or perhaps a job? She told me that's not why she had come here, but she was in need of a job. I interviewed her right then, and she turned out to be adequately capable and of course she looked like a million dollars, so I hired her." At that point Kitty returned, shorts now back on, carrying two drinks on a tray. "Ahh, thank you Kitty. I hope gin and tonic is all right?" 

"That will be fine, thank you," I answered, taking a hearty sip as I was thirsty after all that physical activity. It must have been damn good, expensive gin, because it made my head swim right away but was smooth as butter going down.

"A few months later," Morris continued, "as I became more comfortable with her, I asked her what she had really come here looking for that day. She asked, if I really wanted to know? The way she asked the question, well I started getting a rise right then and didn't even know why. I said sure. Next day she asks to work late. After everyone else but me left, she comes into my office wearing the tiniest skirt I'd ever seen, with slave collar and cuffs. I didn't even know there was an LA bondage scene, or I'd have named the business something else. But I soon learned that Kitty was part of it and that's what she'd been looking for that fine day. At first we just role played, then she wanted me to be her regular master. I relished the part, and within months I married her—but that left me without a secretary again. That's when Kitty suggested she could recruit a replacement from among the girls in the bondage scene if the price was right. I ended up hiring Ellen as her replacement. Word got out that beautiful submissives could get a good job AND the discipline they craved working at Better Bonds. We didn't hire every applicant, of course, but we created positions for those that left a lasting impression. At the moment there are four special assistants, although there have been as many as six."

"Unbelievable," I said, and meant it. 

"And yet it's true," Mr. Bower countered. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly two girls appeared, dropped to their knees in front of our chairs, and began trying to arouse our dicks from their naps. Joy was sucking Morris, but having noted my preferences, Shana remained assigned to me. I watched and smiled a little at the lovely redhead again caressing my penis. Briefly, our eyes made contact, and she flashed her eyebrows at me as if to say "That was awesome. You are SO the man. Please do that to me again." But she quickly turned her attention to servicing my member, and Morris continued "So, have you decided what to do with our special assistants?"

"That's not quite so simple," I answered, "you've convinced me of their value, but in order to keep them on staff we'll have to get it past my boss, too. He'll be even harder than I to convince, but I think I know the way to do it. It'll have to be a bit different than this setup. Here's what we do..."

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My boss' name is Jack Thurston. Because it's confusing to have two Jacks and just too military to call us Thurston and Edwards, everyone calls me Jack but my boss J.T. 

"Hey J.T., it's Jack," I said into the receiver of my crackberry from the offices of BBI the next day.

"Oh, hi Jack, how are things coming at BBI? Have you figured out why their expenses are so high?"

"Some of it, and that's why I've called you, J.T.," I replied. "There are four special advisors on staff here; they make a lot of money, but in talking with Mr. Bower he's got me coming around to thinking that maybe their special talents are worth keeping in spite of their salaries. But it's going to look weird on the balance sheet, so I want you to come out here, meet with them and decide for yourself."

"Meet with them? Can't you just arrange a conference call?" J.T. retorted.

"No, you really should see what they do firsthand," I said evasively, then pulled on the string I knew he couldn't resist. "Plus, you should know it's 30 degrees warmer here than in New York, and Mr. Bower is a member of the Beverly Hills Country Club..."

"All right, all right, you convinced me," he grunted. It was no secret among higher-level managers that you could get J.T. to travel almost anywhere if there was 18 holes waiting for him on the other side. The 4 x 3 = 12 other holes that would be available to him would be a complete surprise. Fortunately, we had spent a lot of time on the road together, and I had a pretty good idea what he liked in that realm as well.

I hung up while J.T.'s secretary worked on arrangements. In the meantime, I went up to the seventh floor, and Mr. Bower's personal office, which he had been nice enough to lend me a key for. When I had passed the front desk on the way in that morning, Cherie had passed me a note. In it was a hand-drawing of a woman that looked a lot like her bent over a conference table and getting reamed by a guy that looked a little like me. I decided to take her up on it.

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Three days later Mr. Bower and I were both at the airport to meet J.T. when he arrived. I made the introductions and walked with them to Mr. Bowers' Rolls, but after making sure everything was loaded I left them to go play golf. I would hail a cab and head out to the Bower Mansion. 

"You're not coming along?" J.T. asked.

"No, you know I'm not big on golf J.T.," I answered. "I'll see you at Mr. Bower's house later, and you can meet the special assistants."

I went to the mansion, knowing I'd have about six hours before they'd be back. I swum a bit and lay out by the pool, naked, next to an equally naked Kitty. She was amazingly hot, but I left her alone. I didn't think I should fuck Mrs. Bower with Mr. Bower being here to give permission. Besides, I'd have plenty of chances to get my rocks off before the day was out. 

The other girls arrived about three hours before I expected J.T.'s return. I carefully instructed them in the choreography of the scenario I thought would be too much for J.T. resist. With extra time to kill, I then dumped a load between Shana's legs and another up Ellen's ass.

I was sitting in the huge sunken living room when we heard the front door open and two voices in the distance. Kitty quickly got up to intercept them—she was wearing a tiny black leather miniskirt, a black leather bra, and knee-high bondage boots. 

"Hi honey," I heard her say, not in her flat, slave-taking-orders voice but like any wife might welcome her husband home if she was glad to see him.

"Hi sweetie...J.T., this is my wife, Kitty" I heard Morris say. I had to fight to keep from busting out laughing as I imagined him standing there, mouth open and unable to speak as I had been when first meeting Mrs. Bower. 

"Kitty darling, would you get us some drinks while we talk?" I heard.

"Yes dear." I heard the clicking of her boots fade in the distance, while Morris and J.T. now appeared in view around a corner. I was sitting on the far left side of the couch, shuffling papers. Looking up, nonplussed, I asked "So how was golf?" 

"Great," Morris said equally nonchalantly, "your boss is quite a player." J.T.'s eyes were big like deer in headlights; he was trying to mouth something about Kitty, but I continued to act as if this were completely ordinary.

"Here, come look at this," I said, picking up the papers next to me and opening the middle seat for J.T., "it's the personnel papers on the special assistants. Head still somewhat swimming, he sat next to me, as we had hoped he would, and Morris bookended him on the couch.

He started to look at the first file when the clicking sound returned, and Kitty returned with a tray of drinks. As she passed them out, I commented "the papers don't really tell the story, though. You really need to meet them; they're down in the west wing, but let me see if any of them can hear us. JOY? ELLEN? CHERIE?" I shouted.

That was Cherie's cue. We heard her heels clicking on the marble floors in the distance. Gradually she appeared. She was dressed much as when I had first seen her—in a colorful business suit with a skirt that was north of appropriate but south of scandalous, bare tan legs, pumps. Her look was actually pretty common in L.A. Morris was telling J.T. about her, while I was doing my best to secretively watch his reactions. I saw him raise one eyebrow slightly and his eyes ran up and down the length of her legs, but there wasn't anything particularly unusual about her—yet. 

"Did you see any of the others?" Morris asked.

"Yes, I saw Ellen, she was just coming in from the pool. I can go get her." Cherie answered.

"Please do," he replied. We all took long hits on our cocktails as the sound of her heels receded in the distance. J.T. gave me a quick eyebrow-nod, guy-code for "did you see that?" I pretended not to notice the sign—I knew he hadn't seen anything yet.

The sound of Cherie's heels now got louder again as she came with Ellen. Ellen looked like she had just come in from the pool—her curly brown hair was damp, and she wore a half-shirt over a bikini top that was still wet. Consequently, the half-shirt stuck to the wet bikini, producing a result reminiscent of a wet t-shirt contest, except that there were too many layers of fabric to clearly make out the outline of her nipples. She also wore Daisy Duke shorts and flip-flops, displaying her mile-long legs. Her tan, toned belly provided stark contrast to the silver ring in her navel. 

Ellen came forward, apologizing about just coming in from the pool, while Cherie lingered behind and nonchalantly pulled up next to Kitty, who was standing off to the side. Morris started talking about Ellen's strengths—I had to hand it to the old man, he could bullshit with the best of them. But as he pratted on, the real show was just beginning. Kitty silently began to rub Cherie's back, then played with her hair. Suddenly, Kitty began kissing her, and in no time the two were exchanging tongues.

J.T. had been staring at various aspects of Ellen's tan, but eventually he noticed Kitty and Cherie out of the corner of his eye. He did a double-take, looked at Morris, who was pretending to be oblivious, and elbowed me in the ribs. I looked up, and he nodded with his head in their direction to call my attention to them. I made a point to look in their direction, then smile politely and nod like this sort of thing happened all the time, and went back to my papers. 

Kitty meanwhile had just about finished unbuttoning Cherie's blouse and was sticking her hand underneath, obviously feeling her breasts. Cherie, in turn, was reaching for Kitty's crotch under her micro-mini. J.T. turned back to look, the forced himself to turn away lest he draw attention to it. He looked at Morris again, who continued bullshitting, to see if he saw what was happening. Then he turned to me, but I was pretending to be engrossed in paperwork. He thought he was the only one seeing this happening—he had no idea that this entire scene had been carefully choreographed. Kitty had both her hands under Cherie's jacket now, and Cherie had her finger under Kitty's skirt. J.T. and I had been on a lot of business trips together and consequently at least a few gentlemen's clubs. One of the two things I knew he seemed to like based on those experiences was girl-girl action, and so in spite of himself he couldn't stop watching the two girls lez out.

Just then Joy burst in, as planned. She was in fact coming in from the pool, still wet, wearing a bikini and a too-small towel wrapped around her waist. 

"Oh, Joy," Mr. Bower called her over, "come here and meet Mr. Thurston."

"But I just came in from the pool..." she protested.

"It's all right, you can dry off in a minute. Just come over here and say hi," he coaxed. 

She played the shy Asian very well, pretending to be embarrassed by her state of undress. Since the first time I'd met her she had her legs tied open and dildo in her cunt, her embarrassment was all acted. Morris began to bullshit about Joy. Ellen, no longer center stage, wandered over to Kitty and Cherie. J.T.'s attention was diverted to Joy for a second, but when he peeked back over in the girls direction, Ellen had joined them. Kitty's leather bikini top had been loosened, and Cherie and Ellen each had a hand groping one of her breasts. At the same time, Kitty's one hand was still in Cherie's blouse, while the other was rubbing her crotch through her shorts. 

J.T. elbowed me again, hard. He nodded in the girls direction, more insistently, frowning. I looked over again, then shrugged nonchalantly. But J.T. was looking at me funny now—it was not the Jack he knew that would be unphased by this display.

"You know J.T.," I began, "Mr. Bower has been in this business a long time, and he knows an awful lot of ins and outs in great detail. I've already learned a great deal about municipal bond trading. And other things too—you know, sometimes it's right there in front of you, and yet you still can't see it until someone points it out. Take sexual harassment, for instance—I was always taught that it's a real general thing and almost anything can get you in trouble. In fact, it's a very precisely defined thing. To be harassment, one of two conditions must be met. One, advances of a sexual nature must be unwanted, persistent, and the individual involved must be given warning of their unwanted nature."




Secretaries in Bondage



Right on cue, Joy walked right up to Morris. "Mr. Bower, sir, may I please suck you now?" 

"What? Not now Joy," he pretended to protest.

"Please, sir? I really want to suck your dick now," she pleaded plaintively.

"But Joy," he whispered as if we weren't there, "our guests from New York are here!"

"I don't mind, they can watch if they like," she answered, "I just really need to taste you right now."

He didn't say yes per say, but he didn't say no, so she dropped to her knees and in no time her dark Asian hair, still damp, was bobbing up and down in his lap.

"Now, see, nothing Morris just did qualifies as harassment—in fact, as defined in the law if anyone was harassing, it was Joy," I continued. "Now there's a second condition—if the harassment is severe enough and it threatens one's continued employment. That's where Morris was such a genius. No matter how badly they beg, he never touches any of his employees on company grounds, and their employment is not dependent on their consent—they do that just because they want to. If one of them really wants a little discipline on her break, he simply takes them to an office he rents in his own name."

As I was talking, the three girls stopped groping each other long enough to walk back to the space in front of the sofa. Cherie laid down on the floor, bending and parting her legs so that we could see right up her skirt to her thong, while Kitty and Ellen gently unbuttoned her blouse. When they were done, they peeled the sides away and each began to suck on one of her tits. Cherie laid her arms over her head and closed her eyes with pleasure.

"Your man, Jack, he's good," Morris said while Joy continued sucking his dick, "looking out for the company all the time. He thought of all kinds of reasons why we shouldn't be doing this—as if I hadn't thought of them all myself. I finally convinced him that I've been around for a long time, and I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure it wouldn't come back and bite the company. Even after I convinced him, he still was ready to walk away. There was just one thing he couldn't resist..."

"And what's that?" J.T. asked, half-sourly, half-angrily. 

"Shana!" Morris called.

Clicking sounds came from down the far wing of the mansion. After a time, Shana appeared in view. She was wearing a three-quarter length green-and-black strapless corset with matching thong, and a slave collar, bracelets and anklets. The second thing I knew that J.T. had a weakness for was redheads, just like me. It had made it easy at strip clubs when we were on the road; one of us bought a lap dance from the best redhead in the joint and the other got the benefits of the show. I saw J.T. gulp when she appeared in view—she was stunning, and he was frozen by her appearance. 

Shana's stilettos stopped clicking right by Cherie's head. Kitty and Ellen now turned their attention to her. They began by running their hands up and down her smooth calves, and then thighs. Kitty's fingers disappeared under the thong for a second, but then reappeared. Both girls slowly stood as their hands worked their way now over the strip of flat belly showing under the corset, then higher up. Eventually Ellen's hand disappeared under the cup in the corset, playing with Shana's breast, while at the same time locking lips with her and swapping tongues. Kitty, meanwhile, pulled the cup on her side down and out of the way, flashing the breast teasing it with her tongue, fully in our view. 

"Ah yes, Shana," Morris sighed, "beautiful, isn't she? And if redheads are your thing, well...you see that lovely white skin?" J.T. nodded in spite of himself, drawn like a moth to a flame. As Morris talked, Cherie quietly got up from the ground to her knees, came over to me, and without a word loosened my fly and began sucking my dick. "When she first came to work for us, she was black and blue from neck to ankles. This master she had—he was beating her senseless. This beautiful creature, and he was beating her so badly it was leaving permanent marks." Kitty and Ellen cooperatively undid the stays on the subject of the conversation's corset until it fell to the floor. Ellen continued to soul-kiss her while gently pinching her nipples, while Kitty pulled aside her thong and her fingers disappeared into Shana's Brazilian-waxed crotch. "I have no doubt that if she hadn't come to work for us—giving her the financial independence she needed to break free and find a better master—she would have been at minimum permanently disfigured, perhaps even dead. You see—these girls—we only hire them if they're TRUE submissives, not just play-acting. These girls NEED to be ordered around." Then, as if to demonstrate, he ordered "Joy...clean Cherie's asshole." 

Joy dutifully moved over Cherie, on all fours. J.T. did a quick double-take when he realized she had my dick in her mouth—he hadn't noticed her come over to me—but I remained nonchalant. Joy lifted Cherie's skirt, pulled her thong down to her knees, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and began rimming her sphincter clean. "You see...I'm doing these girls a favor. They're damn near helpless—if someone tells them to do something, something inside them MAKES them comply. The world is fucking DANGEROUS for someone like that. I make it possible for them to get on in life...and of course, they do favors for me in exchange for the favors I do for them...Joy, suck me again." She started to crawl back over. "And take off that wet swimsuit," he added as an afterthought.

Joy paused by his knees, reached behind her to untie her top, then at the sides untied the bottom. Tossing both aside, she swallowed Mr. Bower's cock, naked as a jaybird. Morris then poked J.T. in the ribs, saying "Watch this." Then he grasped hold of Joy's head firmly with both hands. Then he thrust his hips forward while simultaneously pressing down on her head, forcing his cock deeply into her throat. As he forced himself down her gullet, she looked up at him, eyebrows raised, with a face that showed no alarm but rather seemed to say "how can I better please you, master?" All at once her gag reflex triggered, and she bent forward to expel the offending object. Morris let go of her head and allowed her to spit him out and catch her breath—which took maybe five seconds. As soon as the gag passed, she swallowed him again, trying to force him down her throat on her own, looking up at is to say "I'm sorry master, please pleasure yourself with my throat again." Morris grabbed her head again and pushed until his balls were touching Joy's lower lip. Then her gag triggered again, and he let her go again. This time when she re-swallowed him, he grabbed her hair, not gently but not aggressively either, and pushed her head up and down. She understood she was to resume sucking him, which she did.

"You see," Morris explained, "you can't fake that. This isn't a porn shoot where she's got to put up with it to earn her paycheck; she's letting me gag her with my dick just because I want to, and whatever I want she wants. You have to have a mindset where you're only interest is to satisfy your master, and any pain or discomfort you endure to achieve that just makes it that much more satisfying when the master is successfully pleasured. Oh, I supposed I could use a lot more chains and restraints and stuff," he continued, tenderly caressing Joy's straight black hair as she continued to administer a first-rate blowjob, "I just don't need to." Then as if to prove it, he said "girls...chain Shana down please."

Ellen moved to pick up a nearby ottoman while Kitty fetched handcuffs and rope from a drawer. Shana got down on all fours over the ottoman, butt facing the sofa. Kitty and Ellen proceeded to cuff her wrists to the ottoman, then tied her thighs to the other legs, immobilizing her. 

"Kitty, show Shana who's boss," Morris commanded. Kitty picked up a riding crop and began to swat Shana's upturned cheeks. Her thong disappeared into her butt crack like a strand of dental floss, providing no protection whatever from the blows. J.T.'s mouth started to move, but no words came out. His gaze was transfixed by beautiful Shana's being spanked. I knew exactly how he felt.

Morris let Kitty swat Shana for several minutes, until there was a fine zebra-like pattern of red stripes showing against her pale, white porcelain skin. "OK Kitty, Mr. Thurston needs a little help getting into the mood."

"Yes mas...I mean, yes dear," she monotoned. She put down the crop and began to kneel before J.T. 

"Ellen, please reward Shana for her suffering," Morris further commanded.

"Yes master," she replied flatly.

J.T.'s face took on a look bordering on panic—did Morris just command his wife to suck his dick? It was one thing, I suppose, to let another girl suck his dick while your wife watched, but the thought of sitting next to a man while his wife wrapped her lips around his dick was just too freaky.

I put my hand on his shoulder gently, saying "Don't worry, she doesn't work for BBI anymore."

On the other side Morris elbowed him again, half-whispering "Just wait... you won't BELIEVE how far she can deep-throat you!" Then he gave him a friendly smile and a wink, and nodded in Kitty's direction.

J.T.'s mouth moved up and down like a muppet, but no words came out. Kitty, meanwhile, had already undone his belt and just finished undoing his zipper. She paused for a second to pull her bikini top over her head and toss it aside, allowing her generous breasts to hang freely. Then she reached into his pants, having no trouble finding the fully-grown monster inside. Even though J.T. wasn't doing anything to assist her, she nonetheless took mere seconds to free his dick from his boxers—she was well-practiced at the art, I was sure. No sooner had she freed it than, slurp, it was gone, tenderly ensconced in the warm wetness of her mouth.

"Aaahh," he said in spite of himself as he felt her tongue rubbing the sensitive underside of his meat. Finally he adjusted his sitting position to allow more of his dick to be reached, and [shlup] she swallowed the rest just as effortlessly. 

"You'll have a hard time getting that one to gag, right honey?" Morris asked. She looked up for just a second, raising her eyebrows in acknowledgement, then turned her eyes and her attention back to her work. Morris lovingly stroked her hair, then ran his hand along her cheek, neck, and down to her breast. He held the breast he could reach in his cupped hand for a moment, gently pinching the nipple between his first to fingers and rubbing them to tease it. "Mmmm, her breasts are so smooth. Go ahead, feel one!" Morris offered.

J.T. was still hesitant, even with Kitty's lips wrapped around his dick, but they were awful enticing hanging there, and in spite of his reservations slowly reached for one. She looked up for just a moment when he touched her breast, then refocused her eyes on his knob. Once he touched them, it was as if his hand were glued to it, for he would not let it go, kneading it in his hand and tweaking the nipple. His posture noticeably relaxed; he was resigned, now, to receiving this blowjob. 

"Good work, Ellen," I now said. I knew J.T. had lost track of Shana, and that he would like watching what was going on. He looked up to find the Ellen had pulled Shana's thong down to her knees and inserted a vibrator into her pussy. With her thumb, she rolled little circles right on top of her clit, under the vibe. At the same time, she gently kissed the stripes left behind by the crop. 

In my peripheral vision, I could see J.T.'s eyes lock in Ellen's thumb and Shana's pussy. Even from where we sat, Ellen's thumb glistened with moisure from Shana's secretions. He was so drawn in that although he still held Kitty's tit in his hand, he'd stopped moving it. She peered up at him for a second to encourage him to resume feeling her up, but he didn't even notice. She gave up and continued with her work. 

"Ellen, please lube and prep her, then untie her," I commanded. Ellen nodded. The tube seemed to appear out of nowhere, and Ellen expertly squeezed out an amount and began to work it around Shana's butt. Once the outer surface was slippery, she pushed one finger and quickly a second into her sphincter, darting it in and out to expand the opening for penetration by a larger object. 

When the two fingers met minimal resistance, she pulled the vibe out of Shana's pussy and began to push it against her anus. It was gently tapered along it's length, perfect for gradually stretching the opening. She stepped up the circling of her thumb against her clit while pushed the vibrator against and increasingly up into her ass. 

Not without some reluctance, I pushed against Cherie's forehead, indicating that she should stop sucking my dick. She pulled back and knelt upright, knowing where I was headed. I slid off the couch and positioned myself behind Shana's tied-open thighs. I decided I wasn't even going to visit the pussy, I was diving straight for her ass—of course, they didn't know that a couple of hours before, I'd already spent plenty of quality time inside that vagina. 

"That's the way, Jack," Morris encouraged, "you know how much she loves it up the ass. Right, Shana?" 

"Yes, master," she breathed, sounding nearly orgasmic already. 

I pulled out the vibrator that was sticking out of her sphincter and quickly shoved my dick into the space before it closed up. Her anus gripped me tightly, satisfyingly. I began to thrust in and out; her butthole gripped me, but she was well-lubricated and could not repel my repeated, forceful insertions even if she had wanted to. 

"Cherie, come here and masturbate for us," Morris commanded. 

Cherie stood up and walked around behind the ottoman where I was ass-fucking Shana, knowing that she should not walk within the sight lines—J.T. was watching intently, and seemingly hadn't blinked for five minutes. She sat on the floor behind Joy and next to Ellen. She tossed aside the suitjacket, allowing her blouse to freely fall open as she leaned slightly back. She rubbed her own nipples between her thumb and index fingers, then lifted her skirt up past her hips. She slid her thong down to her ankles with the smooth practiced grace of a stripper, then pulled on leg out of them while leaving them sexily but pointlessly dangling from the other. Spreading her legs wide, she leaned back on one elbow while rubbing her smooth vulva with the other. She rubbed her own clit, then started to force her labia apart with her fingers like a centerfold model, giving the men on the sofa something to watch. Morris' attention was split between the two shows, but J.T. probably didn't even know she was there, for all he could watch was Shana. I half-stood over her, not necessarily the most comfortable fuck position but one that allowed J.T. to see under me and view Shana's dripping snatch, tragically underutilized as I plunged into my dick into her ass. 

Ellen, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible, was in the meantime carrying out the last of my orders. She had unlocked Shana's cuffs, to which she responded by propping herself up slightly on folded elbows. One side effect, intended I would bet, was that her breasts hung free and J.T. could just see their sides as they rebounded back and forth in response to my penetrations. It was somewhat harder to try to untie her thighs, and after some trying she got smart—she simply lifted the ottoman and slid the ropes down and off the legs of the furniture. This in turn made them suddenly slack. I paused for a second as Shana slipped the ropes off like old kneepads, then she bend over the ottoman again and I re-penetrated her ass. 

"J.T., you really should try it. I know you like red hair as much as I do," I commented, running my fingers through the long red hair lying on her back for emphasis. She turned her head slightly, a small smile on her face, as it seemed she always did when she received a compliment with regard to her fuckability. 

"But...I..." he stammered. It still felt wrong to him, but the mere fact that he was now able to find words told me that, as I would have expected, that was what he really wanted. And since I had already clearly crossed that line...

I pulled out, and said, "go ahead, just lie down." Kitty responded by stopping her sucking but removing J.T.'s shoes for him. Shana, still on all fours, turned around to face him, giving him one of those pleading, "please give me your dick, master" faces I found myself unable to refuse. Kitty gently pulled on his arm, and he slid to the floor. 

"Just lie on your back, she'll take care of you," I instructed. Tentatively he lay on his back parallel to the sofa, and as he did Shana pounced on his cock like a cat on a mouse. Her green eyes looked up at him with that bewitching gaze. He returned her eye contact, watching as his penis disappeared into her pretty face. Right next to his right ear Cherie, who had masturbated herself into a frenzy, was now engaged in an intense sixty-nine with Ellen, but he was oblivious to it, so rapt was he by Shana. I let her get a good start on his dick, then I came up to her from behind again. She had left her thighs wide apart while she sucked J.T., leaving the backdoor open you might say. I was careful not to fuck her too intensely, as I didn't want to hinder her ability to blow my boss, but I nailed her ass nonetheless. 

I peeked around Shana's head at J.T., and the look in his eyes told me he was close to getting off. So I yet again pulled out, ordering "Shana, sit on Mr. Thuston." Without a word, she raised up her head, placed one of her heels on either side of his hips, and squatted herself down to lower herself on this erection. With a minimum of aligning, she easily impaled herself on his cock. She lifted herself up and down, kind of like modified squats, to fuck his dick with her pussy. He was so turned on by now, though, that he couldn't help but forcefully push back against her—so hard, it was knocking her off the precarious balance she maintained on her ultra-high heels. So she moved to her knees instead; now her movement were more like sliding than up and down, but J.T.'s frenzied thrusting more than made up the difference. She bent over slightly, running her hands lightly on his chest. He returned the favor, only his touch wasn't so light as he grasped hungrily at her tits and their pale pink nipples. 

I sat there, masturbating, watching Shana and J.T., then Cherie and Ellen. Morris now gently brushed Joy away so that his wife could deep-throat him. She went over to make the girl-girl gropefest into a threesome. I could have called her over to service me, but didn't want to interrupt and delay the imminent climaxes. 

As I watched Shana slide back and forth on J.T.'s prick, though, I had an idea. I moved right behind Shana, balancing on my feet in a deep knee bend like she had done moments earlier, so that I wouldn't make guy-guy contact with J.T.'s legs and freak him out. I touched her back gently to hold her still for a moment while I re-entered her ass for the fourth time. I peeked out from behind her head for a second, quipping "share and share alike, J.T." It was an inside joke—we often spent time in sports bars after hours while on the road, and if one of us would see an exceptionally attractive woman we'd point her out to the other. We'd argue over who'd get to fuck her, to which J.T. would always say "share and share alike—you take the bottom and I'll take the top." Of course the only double penetrating that ever took place was on the pay-per-view movies back in our rooms later. Now we were doing it for real, except he was on the bottom and I was on the top. 

"Aaaahhh...oooohhhhh," Shana sighed in spite of herself was I pushed past the sphincter. Once I was in, J.T. and I both let it rip—and Shana went insane. She arched her back, holding her hips in place while we each separately fucked her respective holes. She had to stay still so that neither of us slipped out of our orifice, but that didn't mean it wasn't mind-blowingly pleasurable. The position she held to accommodate us both caused J.T.'s dick to rub against her clit on every in and out like a bow on cello. Her red hair cascaded down her arched back, and her breasts were thrust outwards, making them appear even larger. J.T. pinched her nipples between his fingers and refused to let go as he fucked her box. Her eyes were open and pointed roughly towards the ceiling, but she was paying no attention to what she might be seeing—she was overwhelmed by pleasurable sensations racing up her spinal cord. Her pretty mouth hung open, as she was too rapt to notice and close it. I had to admit, it made me feel pretty studly to make a girl feel that good, and I wasn't even on the side that could see her face. 




Secretaries in Bondage



With sensations so intense, and after so much stimulation already, none of us could not hold back our orgasms much longer. We actually came in waves. J.T. came first, filling Shana's box from underneath. Feeling his dick ejaculating inside her, combined with my pounding of her ass, made Shana climax; she nearly screamed with pleasure as her body was shaken to the core by intense orgasm. And feeling those shudders from the inside while buried in her colon pushed me over the top. I quickly reached around, grabbed her tits, and held her while my dick pulsed again and again, filling her backside with even more semen. She responded by reaching back behind her blindly and touching the back of my head, holding me in place as much as I did her until my ejaculations ceased.

As my senses returned to the world around me, I realized we had an audience—everyone else in the room was watching us double-penetrating Shana, and it was getting them all off. Kitty was perched on Morris' lap, with his dick up her own ass. He must have blown his own wad, for Kitty stopped pumping up and down on him, but he kept furiously rubbing her clit with both hands wrapped around from behind until she began to shudder. And the other three girls were all in a line, rubbing themselves furiously as they watched us damn near split Shana in two. 

I collapsed on the floor, while J.T. remained on his back and Morris on the sofa. But without needing orders, as soon as Kitty's orgasm passed she was up and fixing a new round of drinks. When she's around, Kitty does seem to usually end up on the receiving end of Morris' little fishies, I thought. End is the right word, too—as many loads as he dumps into her butt, she must shit milky white!

When Kitty came back with the drinks, the girls all got up, telling us to meet them down in the rec room in five minutes. When we got there, all four of them were naked, on all fours, with their asses freshly lubed up. J.T. and I did them in a line, fucking one ass for a while then moving on the next. J.T. ended up dumping a load in Shana's other hole, while I filled Joy's bunghole with jizz. Morris didn't take part—he lay Kitty on her back on the pool table, and was fucking her senseless while she held her ankles high over her head. Which of her holes he was fucking, I couldn't tell you. J.T. took one more spin yet that night—I had mentioned offhandedly that poor Cherie was the only girl that hadn't taken a load up the ass (counting Ellen's reaming before they'd arrived), and he, quipping that all employees should be treated equally, made sure that she too received her allotted buttload of cum. 

It was late by the time that was done, and even though we'd paid for hotel rooms, we agreed to stay in Morris' mansion that night. That meant that in the morning we got breakfast in bed, and then some, from the special assistants, all wearing maid uniforms...well, maybe I'll tell that story some other time. The bottom line was that wiley old Mr. Bower had accomplished his goal—he had demonstrated just why his special assistants were well worth the salaries they earned. We were convinced.

In the end there were layoffs at BBI of course—a lot of customer service functions were now duplicative of our own staff. I left Mr. Bower in charge the BBI L.A. headquarters, though, because in the end he was still a pretty damn good prognosticator. As for the special assistants, well, we found ways to justify keeping three of them on staff L.A.—all except Shana. J.T. and I decided that the harsh California sun was too hard on Shana's fragile and easily sunburned skin. So rather than keep her at BBI, we're paying relocations expenses to move her back east—where she will begin her new career as a special assistant to J.T. and myself at Affirmative Investments in New York.



Secretary



Brenda looked up as Ms. Vivian Schaffer walked by, "Good morning Ms. Schaffer," she chirped prettily, tossing her brown hair over one shoulder as she smiled warmly at her boss.

"Good morning Brenda," Ms. Schaffer's smile was equally stunning, her short auburn hair swaying as she walked past her energetic secretary. Really, the girl was so sweet it was a pleasure to come to the office every morning.

The door to Ms. Vivian Schaffer's office closed firmly behind her as her mind turned to the day's work.

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"Brenda, do you think you could bring me a cup of coffee please? I'm swamped in conference calls or I'd get it myself."

Punching the intercom button the pretty brunette told her boss, "Of course Ms. Schaffer." Her calm voice belied the tingling excitement in her belly... finally... finally... 

For months the sweet 25 year old had been working for Ms. Schaffer. Possibly the nicest and most generous boss she'd ever had. Nothing at all like those pigs downstairs who leered at her shapely legs or tried to suavely put their arm around her in hopes of brushing against her breasts. Ms. Schaffer wasn't a very feminine woman, she kept her hair short and always wore pants and flats, never any make-up. Her small breasts and square frame, combined with the neutral features of her face sometimes caused bystanders to wonder if she was a very pretty boy. Despite being thirty-one years old, this female lawyer looked extremely youthful - sometimes causing her opponents to underestimate her in court, to their own downfalls. 

Brenda had been crushing on her almost since she'd met her... the way that they connected, they had so many interests in common - theater, ballet, art museums, and the occasional Monday Night Football game. Her boss was the first person she'd ever met that she genuinely wanted to spend time with, and she'd awoken sexually frustrated about many an erotic dream. There was just one problem... Brenda wasn't a lesbian. 

This had led to many a frustration for her, since Ms. Schaffer was most definitely not a man. All of Brenda's fantasies involved Ms. Schaffer having a real dick, not a strap on, but a real dick that she could wrap her mouth around, that would pulse inside of her.

At first she thought that her desires were hopeless. She would never be a lesbian - Ms. Schaffer was the first woman that she'd ever been even remotely attracted to, and the woman was rather masculine in a lot of ways. Then she'd had a conversation with one of her college friends, whom she occasionally met with just to go over old times. When she asked him about his work, he started raving about an experimental new drug that he'd invented, one that could make surgical sex changes obsolete. She didn't understand most of the science behind it, but from what she understood was that it made the body go through a chemical reaction, changing over the hormones - although not the actual DNA make-up - so that a person could go from a woman to a man or a man to a woman over a period of a couple months. It was still very new, but so far they couldn't tell that it had any side effects - other than it made the recipient especially sexually active because of the large amounts of hormones in their body. That and the psychological effects of having your body change genders.

Immediately interested she begged him for enough to make a full sex change, citing that she had a friend who was afraid of surgery but desperately wanted to change genders. He had seemed skeptical, but gave her the pills after she promised that her "friend" would keep a log of the changes for him. 

For a week now she'd been debating the use of the pills on her boss. After a long weekend of frustrating dates, without meeting one man that she connected with, she was ready to try it. Surely once her boss was a man she could seduce her... not one of the men downstairs hadn't wanted a piece of her ass. And they already connected so well... there were definitely times when she thought Vivian (as she thought of Ms. Schaffer in her head) was also attracted to her, even if the older woman wouldn't admit it. Everyone had leanings towards the same sex, attractions, sometimes. 

So along with the creamer and sugar a small white pill dissolved in the coffee as Brenda stirred it, smiling secretively to herself. Her eyes were bright with anticipation as she carried the coffee through the hall and let herself into Vivian's office.

Behind the desk the redhead was on the phone, her face screwed up in concentration - making her look even more like a pretty young man rather than a woman - as she looked over the brief in front of her. Sashaying a little, feeling very excited, Brenda set the cup on the desk.

Briefly Ms. Schaffer looked up, 'Thank you,' she mouthed to her secretary.

'No problem', mouthed Brenda back.

She walked to her seat with a feeling of accomplishment and hope swelling in her chest.

That night when she went home, she masturbated furiously at the thought of a male Vivian.



Secretary



"Good morning Mr. MacIndoe."

"You're late again you know."

"Oh like you care about five minutes." She said, sticking out her tongue.

"Well maybe I do."

"And maybe pigs will sprout wings and fly. Besides, I'm your only secretary. You'd be lost without me." She wandered a bit closer to his desk, leaning forward and again sticking out her tongue.

"You keep sticking it out, what are you gonna do with it huh?"

"Well since I'm your secretary that means I take my orders from you. You tell me what to do with it."

"I order you to show me what you have learned to do with it."

"So vague." She teased again sticking out her tongue. "Shall I begin here then?" She runs her tongue lightly over the outside of his ear. "Or maybe here?" She slides it from the sensitive spot behind his earlobe down over his neck, nibbling his flesh lightly as she goes.

"That feels good."

"Oh is that all?" She nips a little harder and runs her nails lightly up his arm and down over his back, lingering over the small of his back. "Is that all you want then?" 

"I want for you to take control..." he grabs the back of her head and tugs it back a little roughly...and then he kisses her passionately, running his second hand up and down her nice smooth legs and cupping her nice firm ass. As he runs his hands up and down her legs he scratches lightly as he moves them gently along her inner thigh. After a few long minutes of passionate kissing she breaks away gently and murmurs against his mouth. 

"So the powerful boss wants to submit." her voice a little husky from passion. "Well then." Pulling away from his lips she looks into his eyes. "Drop your hands to your sides. Let's see how long you can keep them there." With a mischievous smile she slides back and unbuttons his shirt, pushing it back over his shoulders, then dips her head to lap briefly at one of his nipples before continuing to blaze a trail of licks, nips, and kisses down to the waistline of his pants. While her tongue dances around wreaking havoc on his midsection her hands deftly take care of his fly. She tugs gently to let him know she wants him naked. He clenches the sides of the chair and then takes off his shirt and pants revealing his rock hard cock...showing its approval at her current actions. As he sits there his cock throbs in anticipation of her next move. She nudges his hands back to their places at the sides of the chair while smiling and nodding her approval. She dips her head back to his waist and runs her tongue from his waist to his hip and down, excruciatingly close to touching his cock, and down to lick and nip his inner thigh. Then she moves her head from one thigh to the other and works her way back up, again coming excruciatingly close but never touching. His cock throbs even harder with anticipation, though, he keeps his hands at bay. 

"Undress, and to show me what you can really do." She smiles at him, a smile that reminds him he put her in control. She continues to run her tongue over him and her hands run from his chest down to just above his waistline. Then she moves to undress, letting only the tiniest strands of hair caress his cock as she moves. She strips out of her shirt, unbuttoning it and leaving it forgotten on the floor. Then she slides her skirt from her body leaving her kneeling in front of him wearing a see-through lace thong in pale blue and a matching bra that huggs her breasts. There is a smile on his face as he grips the chair tight and my cock throbs harder and harder with anticipation. She lowers her head back to his thigh and caresses it with her tongue while her hands caress the other one. Without warning her head moves a bit and her tongue is running over his balls, licking slowly, rapidly, or curling around each one in turn. She takes one into her mouth and sucks lightly, then the other. Then she takes them both into her mouth at once and sucks just a tiny bit harder. He moves a little bit as he is a little taken back and he squirms as a result....but he breathes a little harder and softly moans in approval, then he moans a little louder. She releases them and again runs her tongue over them, just a little higher, so that her tongue brushes the base of his shaft. 

"You want me to show you what I can do? How about I make you cum." She lifts her head and then wraps her lips around his head, her tongue stroking the soft underside. She wraps her hand around the base and takes him farther into her mouth until her hand and mouth meet. She begins to move them in unison, lubricating her hand nicely as she goes, and all the while her tongue is dancing over him as she finds his rhythm and then picks up the pace. He moans a little louder yet and starts thrusting his rock hard cock as he feels his cum bubbling to near bursting levels, then thrusting more and more, deeper and deeper into her warm mouth. She picks up the pace more, matching his thrusts, and increasing the pace and pressure of her tongue, attempting to give him exactly what he needs. 

"Oh god, I'm going to cum." He can feel it rumbling within his rock hard cock as it swells to the maximum with blood. She picks up the pace just a little more and lets him explode in her mouth, taking all of him. He groans, unleashing all of it into her mouth. She swallows every last drop and then licks the one remaining one from her lip. She steps back and slowly slides her clothes back on. 

"Well, I suppose it's time we got back to work. Until tomorrow then." And with that she turns toward the door, looking back once to wink at him with the promise of tomorrow.

"Wait."

"Hmm?"

"Tomorrow, two o'clock, clear your schedule. I'm going to repay the favor and then some."

"Okay boss." She smiles and walks out the door.



Secretary



You are my secretary and I come into my office to find you playing with yourself. I startle you and you get up to run, but I grab you and pull you down into my lap. I slowly slide your skirt up over your ass. I begin to caress your ass and thighs with my warm hand. I can tell you're enjoying it because you are beginning to grind against my leg. All of a sudden, I bring my hand down onto your soft, smooth tender ass with a hard SLAP. You squeal. I continue to alternate caresses and SLAPS until I can feel your juices on my leg. I pull you off my lap and as I stand, I throw you back into the chair. I tie your lovely legs over the armrests and your hands behind the seat back. Your skirt is bunched around your waist and your panties are dangling from one of your ankles. You are such a naughty little secretary and you must be punished. I begin to lick and suck your juices from your quivering thighs. You struggle and writhe against your restraints. My mouth and tongue get closer and closer to the source of your sweet juices. I reach up and begin to unbutton your blouse. I slide my hands into your bra and pop your beautiful breasts from their confinement. Your nipples are rock hard. While continuing to suck the juices from your thighs as they stream out of your soaking little pussy, I begin to rub, squeeze, pinch and pull your nipples. At the exact moment that my mouth reaches your steaming pussy, I twist your aching nipples. You try to protest between moans. This just makes me lick, suck and nibble your throbbing clit even harder.

I want to work you into a frezny. I'm going to be fighting the constant battle of licking up every last drop of your hot juices before I move on. I do know that I'm getting so hard tasting you that I'm going to need some relief, but I'm not sure when I want to give my cock to you. I think that first I will unbind your hands, keeping your sexy legs tied wide, wide apart. I want you to follow my directions to play with yourself. If my instructions are not followed specifically, I will spank your hot little ass. I'm instructing you to caress your sweaty little body. You begin to explore yourself completely. I make your trace your nails down your neck, between your aching tits and down your belly. I command you to run your nails down your legs. I want you to feel how slick your thighs are, having been soaked by your delicious juices. At this point, you are squirming in your seat, aching to touch yourself and get some relief. I have you lift your breasts to your mouth so you can suck your aching nipples. I want to build you into a state of insane pleasure. I make you continue to play with yourself until you are begging me to let you cum. You are straining against your restraints trying to rub your thighs together so you can get off. Your juices are running down your legs, dripping onto the floor. Keep in mind that the entire time, my face is just inches from your aching clit. You are able to feel the warmth of my breath on your pussy, but unable to satisfy yourself.

You are quickly reaching the point that no threat of spanking will prevent you from fingering yourself.  I realize that I must retie your hands because I'm done playing yet.  Because your hands have been tracing your sexy body, you are covered with your juices; your neck, your arms, your tits, your belly, your sides and your legs.  I decide that I must clean you up a little.  Of course, I must do this with my tongue.  I commence to lick and suck you everywhere, taking great care not to let you cum.  Baby, you taste soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good.  I continue to this until you are absolutely crazed with lust and are ready to explode.  You are begging, pleading with me to give you the relief you are aching for.  I'm losing the battle to clean you up as your juicy pussy is flowing way faster than I can lick you off.

We're getting closer to us both getting off.  I untie you from the chair, which is now soaking with your juices.  I tie your legs together and arms behind your back.  I throw you over my shoulder to move you to my desk.  I drop you onto my desk and my shoulder and chest are covered in your juices.  As a matter of fact, my entire office reeks of your pussy, what a wonderful smell.  I lift you by your hair and make you lick your juices off of me.  Your tongue and mouth feel so wonderful; my cock is throbbing from your touch.  Now the fun will really begin.  I untie your legs and retie them wide apart to the ends of my desk.  You are still begging to cum.  I take off my tie and blindfold you with it.  You are so completely helpless and controlled to serve my every whim.

I lower my pants, my cock is so hard that I think I may just cum without even touching you.  I begin to trace your body with my cock.  I rub your cheek, down your neck.  You are now being covered not only by your own juices, but also my precum.  You look soooooo sexy and dirty right now.  I brush my cock against your lips, your tongue and mouth try to inhale me, but I grab you by the hair and pull you back, I'm not done teasing you yet.
I begin to slide my cock down your body, between your tits, grazing your nipples, over your belly and to your thighs.  You are so soaking right now, that my cock is leaving streak marks on your slick thighs.  Your frilly garters and stockings are saturated by now.  I lower down and begin to suck your juices from the silky material; I don't want a precious drop to go to waste.  Your thighs are trembling.  I know that any touch is in danger of making your explode all over my reports and work papers.

I rise up and trace my cock around your sexy asshole, it's sooo lubed with your pussy juices.  I continue up and tease your pussy.  It's contracting, trying to suck my cock in.  I continue to my way back up your body, leaving my precum as I go.  I'm almost as insane as you right now.  I come back to your mouth and give my throbbing cock to you.  You attack it with a fury I did not know was possible, your head is bobbing back and forth, faster and faster.  The moistness of your swirling tongue and mouth is incredible.  I reach down with my hand and begin to rub your aching throbbing clit.  Immediately my hand is soaking from your steaming pussy.  Your moaning feels soooooooooo amazing on my cock.  You explode almost instantaneously.  My work is ruined.

My cock is bouncing in your mouth and this whole scene along with your incredible mouth has me ready to explode soon.  I grab your head so I will control my release.  I just haven't decided if I'm going to let you suck me down when I cum or if I'm going to shoot my load all over your face and tits.  I can't stand the pleasure of your tongue any longer, so I grab your hair to steady your mouth on my cock, you have felt my swelling and know I'm cumming.  I shoot the first hot stream of my cum down your waiting throat, you suck harder and harder, trying to milk my cock with your sexy slut mouth.  I then remember my ruined work sticking to your ass and pull you off my cock and shoot the last couple of streams of cum into your face.  You moan with delight.  I give you MY empty cock to clean off; you lick me clean with a sexy smile on your face.  You are quite a sexy sight, covered with your cum, my cum, skirt bunched around your waist.  

I tell you that you've ruined a great deal of my important work and if you do not wish to be dismissed from my employ, you will need to stay at the office late tonight in order to help me recreate my reports.  You look down to the floor and say that you're sorry for causing so much extra work and you will do anything to keep your job.  I tell you appreciate your attitude of teamwork, slap your sexy little ass and tell you to return to your desk after you clean up, it's going to be a long, long night of work ahead of you.



Secretary



A girl goes into an office carrying a classifieds add, there's a man at a desk. The desk has a computer, a fax machine, a printer, a keyboard, and a large comfortable looking leather chair. The girl is wearing a skirt suit-like jacket and a tank, all lavender; she has with her a briefcase. She had been sitting in a lobby with an empty desk, the man ushered her into the office.

Girl: "Sir, I'm here about the add in the paper."

Man: "Yeah, okay. Do you have a resume?"

Girl: "Yes, sir, right here."

The girl reaches into her briefcase and pulls out stapled together pages and hands it to the man. When the girl reaches across the table to hand her resume to the man, he could everything down her shirt, she has at least a C cup, and no bra on. After handing the resume to the man she pulls back to sit in the chair she knocks over a pencil cup all over the floor. The girl panics and tries to pick up all the pencils, the man gets up to help her and notices her skirt falling to the point where he can see that she doesn't have panties or a thong on either. The girl, positive she's not getting the job now repeatedly says

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm so sorry."

The man then says, "It's alright, just calm down. It's okay."

The girl, still a little flumished, sits back on the chair and avoids eye contact.

Man: "Do you have good references?"

Girl: "Yes, sir, several."

Man: "I noticed though you don't have much work experience."

Girl: "Yes, umm...let's say I led a very sheltered life. I may not have experience but I do have the knowledge of never having to be told to do the same thing twice, you show me how to do something and I'll do it for you the same way every time."

Man: "Well, that is something."

Girl: "Sir, the add, didn't really entail what the job was."

Man: "Well, I haven't really decided, it all really depends on who I hire."

Girl: "Well, sir, I'm up for anything; to tell you the truth I'm a little desperate. I need money to continue my classes at the university, it's a really nice school, but very expensive."

Man: "I understand."

Girl: "I hope this isn't inappropriate or something but how much would I get paid if I got the job."

Man: "Oh, that's not inappropriate at all. The job starts with $9.00 a hour, then progresses if you're work improves."

Girl: "I should tell you that I am a full-time student."

Man: "That's actually perfect, for us both. I only need you for maybe 4 to 5 hours a night from between 7 pm to 11 pm and Saturdays from 11 am to 4 pm. And there's a lot of down time, you could probably do homework at you desk out front."

The girl astonished that this job sounds absolutely perfect for her, and somewhat excited that he hasn't thrown her out of the office yet.

Girl: "Wow."

Man: "Yeah, sounds great right?"

Girl: "Yeah sounds perfect. Is there a catch or something?"

Man: "No, not really. Oh I have a sort of dress code, I'd like to tell you what exactly you have to wear."

Girl reacts kind of like a double take and a raised eyebrow.

Girl: "All right, that's not really a problem, I suppose."

Man: "Okay, You're hired; you start Monday night at 7."

Girl: "Okay, thank you, sir. Thank you. Thank you so much."

Man: "I want you to wear a skirt, long black, with heels and a black tank top."

Girl: "Anything else?"

Man: "Yes, no bra, I like that, but for underwear; a thong."

The girl has no reaction and jumps right to...

Girl: "What color?"

Man: "Black"

Girl: "Is there any specific way you want me to have my hair."

Man: "Down, kind of curly."

The man then reaches in his pocket and pulls out a stack of money lays a few hundred on the desk.

Man: "This is for the clothes if you don't have them already."

Girl: "Okay. I'll be here, no matter what."

Man: "Okay, see you then."

On Monday the girl walks into the office 5 minutes early wearing a long black skirt with slits on either side just above the knee. The tank top has a zipper on the right that blends with the skirt. Her lacey thong shows under the skirt. Her hair flows with a cute little bounce in the wave.

Girl: "Hello, sir, I'm here, what would you like me to do today."

Man: "First I want you to take that box of clients and put them alphabetically into files and then into the file cabinet over there. Go outside to your desk to put them in order, and then come in here to put them into the cabinet."

Girl: "Okay, no problem, sir."

After two hours or so the girl finishes her task; the man had starred at her the whole time. 

Man: "Okay, I suppose you can go for the day."

Girl: "All right, what would you like for me to wear tomorrow?"

Man: "Umm...a knee high white skirt with a black thong and hair pulled back, with a white halter and no bra, and open toed heels."

He puts down another couple hundred for the clothes.

Girl: "I still have nearly $150 left over from last time."

Man: "Oh, well take that any way."

Girl; "Yes, sir."

The next day the girl wearing exactly what the man asked comes in 5 minutes early.

Girl: "What would you have me do today?"

Man: "Well, that all depends would you like to do pretty much what you did yesterday and get paid the same, or do something new and different and get paid 2 dollars more an hour?

Girl: "Well, yesterday was a little boring, so I'm up for something new."

Man: "All right. I want you to . . . take off your shoes, then your skirt, then your shirt, and let me look at you.

The girl pauses for just a moment, but then does what he asked.

Man: "My God. You are so beautiful."

Girl: "Thank you, sir." A blush covers her face then reaches the tips of her breasts.

Man: "Okay, I want you to lie down on the desk, and do move or make a sound, no matter what."

Girl: "Yes, sir."

She moves toward the desk and lies down, the desk was completely clear of any clutter unlike yesterday. The man moves toward her, starts to remove his clothing, then stands directly in front of her.

Man: "Remember, no sounds, no movement, nothing."

Girl: "I understand"

The man climbs on top of the desk, stares at her body, moves his right hand to her left breast, his hand the perfect size for her breast and takes the nipple into his mouth. After a few moments of sucking on that nipple it became as hard as an eraser head of a pencil. He then moves his long hard cock towards her, and inserts it into her now swollen and profusely leaking pussy. She does not react in the least, swearing to herself she would do as she was told.

Man: "Oh God!"

His cock is the biggest she's ever seen. It's at least 8 inches, very thick at the base and looses a little thickness at the head --only a little, and the head looks almost exactly like a Roma tomato, big rounded and red. He is now pounding himself so hard into her, a tear rolls down her cheek-the only thing he never said she wasn't allowed to do.

Man: "I want you to scream, every time I say 'God'"

Girl: "Yes, sir." She said quickly so a moan would not escape her lips.

Man: "Oh. Oh. Ahh. Yes. God."

Girl: "Ahhhh!"-she screamed,"Harder!"

The man recognizes her request, grabs the end of the desk in order to be able to go further, and does; he slams into her again, and again, and again.

Man: "Yes! Yes! Yes! God!"

Girl: "Ohhhh! Ahhhh! Yesss! More!" she screamed louder.

Man: "Yes, that's it scream, you little slut. Scream as I tear into you. Scream for me, your Master. You are mine. Scream as you cum."

She had never been talked to like that before but she loved it, every instict told her he was right, she was now his. He was now her Master. Some part of realized he'd been molding her as such, but the other part didn't care, she was loving it way too much.

He knew that she was close, he was close too, just a bit more pain and pleasure would release them both at the same time; he raised her knee to her shoulder so he could delve deeper into her. He slammed once more swearing he was hitting her pelvic bone. They both screamed than as they shared an orgasm, both shaking violently.

Her tears were streaming down her face, she could feel the coolness, the only part of her that was cool. They both lay there a few moments to get their breathing back to regular. The man gets up out of breath goes to the door and says . . . 

Man: "I want you to gather your strength, we're not done yet."

Girl: "Yes, sir."

About five minutes later the man returns with a key in his hand. Takes her hand and shows her through the lobby, they are both still naked. There is a door, the man uses the key, unlocks it, and shows her into the room, what awaits her there is more than she can handle.

Man: "I want you to choose which of these we will use first."

Girl: "I'm thinking," she pauses, "I don't have enough experience to decide; which do you have in mind?"

The room is filled with Bondage/Discipline Dominance/Submission Sadism/Masochism type things: whips, collars, chains, cages, a massage looking table in the center of the room, and a medieval rack looking thing in the center of the back wall; anything you could possibly think of as remotely sexual is in this room.

The man escorts her into this room; the shock is still on her face when he again offers her the choice of what shall happen first.

Girl: "I don't really know what to say."

Man: "You don't have to say anything, simply point to what you want to happen to you first."

The girl hesitates, then takes a deep breath, and points to the rack in the back of the room, centered on the wall. The man adjusts the rack to fit best with the girl's height; he places her with her face toward the wall. He then stepped out for a minute, which gave the girl a minute to panic, when he returned the girl realized that he was holding a very large vibrator; he turned it on to it's lowest setting, then began to stroke her back, a chill went down her spine. He then grabbed the hair at he base of her skull, she cried out. With that he plunged the vibrator into her vagina, still wet the the sex they'd already enjoyed, then watched as she began to react to the stimulant. After the shock, she resigned to enjoy it. He started to turn the setting to its highest position; she started to have an orgasm. This was his intention. 

With that he grabbed at her waist and plunged himself into her ass, which was only moistened a little with the cumming of earlier, which he knew would cause her even greater pain, that of course was his intention. With both him and the dildo inside her she was screaming over and over, this excited him, he continued with greater and greater force. 

After twenty or so minutes of this new torture he finally came. With such intensity and so violently it scared them both. He had practically speared her against the wall. Shocking her to her core, she had come too, screaming, and shaking. He pulled out and immediately left her alone, but only for a while; when he finished, she was left hanging there, the handcuffs hurt her so much but it would be nothing compared to the pain she would feel if she tried to stand. Because he pounded himself into her so hard, she knew her muscles would scream if she tried to stand, the pain was unbearable so she just hung there until he returned....

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If there is enough reviews and comments their will be a continuing story.  



Secretary



He brought his fist down on the desk.

"Fuck!" he said.

It was already after 7 p.m. and he was behind as it was and realized he'd forgotten to do something important. 

"What's wrong?" she said, appearing in the office doorway.

He looked up. He looked tired. She walked into his office in a faint mist of musky perfume. 

"I did all this work setting up for these clients coming in this weekend and I just realized I forgot to book the restaurant for Friday. It's his favorite place and I'll never get a table now," he said.

"You should have asked me to do that for you anyway," she said.

"Which place?" she asked.

He told her.

"Give me a minute," she said.

He watched her walk back out, eyeing her hips swerve nicely under the skirt that hugged them. She felt his eyes on her and slowed a bit, smiling to herself. She stopped at the door and turned to catch his eye. He smiled back.

"I got this. Don't worry about it," she said. 

"You take such good care of me," he said.

She winked at him.

"I try," she said.

He focused back on his desk as she walked out to make some calls. 

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A little while later she returned.

"All set," she said.

He sat back in his chair, still looking tired. 

"How'd you do that? And why didn't you tell me you were a magician before today?" he said.

She laughed. 

"It helps to know people in high places. I'm not magical...," she paused for a minute.

"Not in this department, anyway," she said, smiling. 

"Is that so?" he said.

"Yes sir," she said.

"God, I'm tired," he said — he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and loosened the knot of his tie. She loved when he did that, but tried not to show it. He was so tense and tied up, so any sign of a little loss of control — even as little as that one button — was intense for her.

"I can tell," she said. On impulse, she walked behind his chair and put her hands on his shoulders, and gave them a gentle massage. 

He was momentarily surprised but eased into it immediately. It felt too good not to. He closed his eyes and put his head back. He could feel her warm behind him.

"You smell so good," he said, without thinking. 

She smiled. 

"Oh yeah?" she said, her hands getting stronger. 

"You always do," he said. 

Her hands moved down his arms a little and then back up, and it took almost more self-control than she had to not move down to the buttons of his shirt. 

He could sense it in her — that struggle. And he understood because he felt it himself. Her hands on him felt so good. He wanted to reach up, pull her around and into his lap and bury his tongue in her mouth, running his hands up under that little skirt that had been driving him crazy all day. 

It wasn't just the work that made him tense. It was their increased tension that he'd tried to fight — but when she was dressed like this — stockings, heels, skirt, and that buttoned shirt that looked like the front buttons could pop any second from the pressure of her full breasts — it was nearly impossible. He was only human. And there was only so much he could take.

She felt the moment turning and forced herself to stop her hands and move to the front of the desk. She reached for a bottle of his shelf and poured two glasses.

She put one in front of him and pulled a chair from the front of his desk next to his.

"Just take a break for one second. Have a drink. Then I think you should go home. You've done enough tonight," she said.

He looked deeply into her eyes and she had to look away because otherwise — otherwise he'd see.

He took a sip of his drink, as did she.

"Thank you for taking care of me," he said quietly.

"It's what I do," she said, smiling.

Without thinking, he reached out to give her an appreciative squeeze in the closest place possible — her upper thigh. Then she did look at him. His hand felt her warm thigh under the silky stockings.

Their eyes locked and he let it linger there for a second — and moved his thumb slowly, back and forth — inside her inner thigh. She bit her lower lip and he saw it. He squeezed again — gently.

She panicked — she was going to lose control — and when she did it was going to be epic. There would be no turning back.

She gently moved his hand away and he smiled.

"I'll be right back," she said.

"Ok," he said — but it was too late. He knew now. And there was no way for him not to.

She put her glass down and walked out of his office. She stopped just outside the door and leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath. He could still feel she was there but wanted to give her her moment. She'd be back now. He knew that.

She walked to the ladies room. The office was deserted. She looked in the mirror at herself and questioned her sanity. Why would she walk away from that? Or why wouldn't she run away now while she still was able to? Both options had their own craziness. Still, she looked in the mirror and at herself. She leaned against a wall again and without thinking, she ran her hands up her thighs — under her skirt — watching herself. 

She found her soaking wet pussy with her fingers and worked herself, pulling her skirt up to watch — maybe, just maybe if she took the edge off, she could control herself to leave.

She was about to cum, trying to be quiet, but no one was there anyway. 

Then he opened the door slowly and walked in, letting it close behind him.

Her breath caught in her throat. She felt like a schoolgirl being caught by her parents.

"I had a feeling you might be doing this," he said, smiling. "Please, don't let me stop you. Finish."

"I can't...," she whispered. She was blushing furiously.

"Oh yeah...yeah you can," he whispered.

He moved behind her to watch them both in the mirror.

He put his hands over hers and again pushed up her thighs...under her skirt. 

Their eyes locked in the mirror.

He moved his hands up, over her shirt and moved toward the top button. She lifted her arms up and behind her to wrap around his neck. She felt him hard against her ass.

"You know how fucking hot you are?" he said.

She bit her lip.

"You have any idea how long I wanted to do this? How hard it was for me with you shoving your ass in my face in this skirt like a little cocktease?" he whispered.

Her hands buried in his hair and her hips moved against his. 

"That's what you are, isn't? A little cocktease whore who can't keep her hands off herself when she's supposed to be working. Following my orders," he said.

Her eyes fluttered against his in the mirror. 

His fingers moved down her shirt buttons and didn't bother opening the last one — just pulled it apart.

"Oh yeahhhh," he whispered, finding her nipples through her bra, then over, under finding them naked and hard and working them.

She sighed loudly and he felt it through him.

He moved his hands down now, again under her skirt, felt her soft, bare thighs above her garters. Her legs involuntarily spread against his body. 

He watched her closely in the mirror, their eyes still locked, as he found her soaking wet panties with his fingers and worked her.

Her breathing got shallower.

"Just remember — in this building, your mine...you belong to me...I am the boss," he whispered.

Her eyes closed again. It was so hot. Too much.

"You have to do what I say. This body belongs to me," he said.

"Oh...yeah," she whispered, moving her body up and down against his like a cat needing an itch scratched.

She turned then at his neck and he kissed her, moving his hands up to her hips and squeezing them tightly. The kiss forced her to turn to face him and he lifted her now, up onto the sink in the bathroom. 

He moved between her legs and again moved his hand under her skirt.

He pulled his mouth from her to whisper directly into hers.

"That means...you don't get to cum tonight until I say so. That clear?" he said.

She drew a screamy breath in and opened her eyes to look into his.

"Oh yeah...I got it," she said.

His fingers gently teased her through her panties and he could see her teeth start to chatter.

"I really...really need to," she said.

He laughed gently.

"Oh I know you do..." he whispered.

"I can FEEL it," he whispered.

She sighed again, louder this time.

He took her from the sink.

"Come on," he said.

+++++

He closed his office door behind them and locked it.

She leaned with weak knees against the desk.

He moved to her, threading his fingers through her hair, tangling them tightly, and opened her mouth with his, fucking her mouth deeply with his tongue. 

Now she gasped louder, running her arms under his and digging her fingers into his back. He bent his head over hers sideways, over her, dominating her, and she was utterly overwhelmed with it.

Then he pulled away.

"No...," she whispered. 

"I'm the boss," he whispered, smiling.

His fingers tightened in hair again.

"First, you're going to suck my cock," he said.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head briefly.

"Oh...yeah...yeah...," she whispered.

"You want that?" he said.

"Fuck yeah," she almost hissed.

Her hands reached for the button of his pants. She couldn't wait. Too many nights of being woken up by hot, heavy dreams of him fucking her mouth slowly until she could taste him hard and delicious, ready to cum.

He pushed her down on her knees in front of him by her hair, still in a painful, pulling hold, so good.

She welcomed it, eagerly opening his pants and finding him so hard and ready — she moaned into it.

He jerked her back by her hair to look in her eyes.

"Watch it. No cumming until I say. Got it?" he said.

She bit her lip hard and nodded.

"I'm trying...," she whispered.

"You'll do it — if you want me to fuck your brains out tonight. You do, don't you?" he said, harshly.

"Oh GOD," she whispered.

"That's better," he smiled.

Just as she had his hard cock in her hands, licking it with her tongue, working it with her fingers, she felt him pull her back again by her hair.

"You sure you want this?" he whispered.

"Oh yes yes yes yes," she mumbled.

He took his cock in his hand, so hard and ready, and holding her by her hair, he traced her lips with it.

Her knees almost gave out.

"I'm not sure you want it bad enough," he said.

"Pleeeeeeasee...," she whispered.

"Please, what?" he said, harshly again, pulling her hair.

"Please...," she said, looking deeply into his eyes now, not backing down. 

"Please fuck my mouth with your cock," she said, with a faint smile.

"CHOKE me with it," she said.

He smiled.

"That's what I want to hear," he said.

Both hands in her hair, her fingers digging into his upper thighs, he slowly slid his rock hard cock into her full, hot, wet mouth. And she proved her eagerness, working it with her tongue, moaning into it, teasing it, back and forth under it, over it, around the tip.

He lost control himself then, sighing and giving in to it. He almost lost his concentration and let her make him cum — she was SO eager, so hungry, so hot and relentless— but that was not part of his plan. He wanted to make her cum first. LET her cum first, he thought, smiling.

He pulled her off his cock by her hair amid her protests.

"I'm sorry, what?" he said, harshly.

"I'M the boss, remember?" he said.

She nodded obediently, still licking her lips, in a haze of ecstasy.

He pulled her to her feet. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders. And he unzipped her skirt and slowly and luxuriously slid it down her legs until she stepped out of it in her heels.

He moved her to the desk and lifted her on to it in front of his chair.

He kissed her again, deeply, hot and intense and she worked the buttons of his shirt while he did it.

His hand moved behind her back to expertly unsnap it and her bra fell to the floor.

She moved her hands around his neck and he felt her intense, hard nipples against his naked chest, their nipples moving with delicious friction against each other.

He pulled from the kiss and moved down to take her hot, full breast in his hand and find her nipple with his mouth and work it roughly, Her back arched and she wrapped her legs around his hips tightly. Her fingers tightened in his hair.

"OH yeah...oh fuck yeah," she sighed.

He pulled away.

"No no no," she whispered.

Their mouths were so close. She was naked other than garters, heels and her panties.

He reached and found the damp panties with his fingers and easily pulled them apart and off. They fell to the floor.

Her mouth looked for his again and he held her back.

"Not yet," he whispered.

"Now...now I'm going to eat your pussy," he whispered.

Her gasp was so ragged it almost choked her deep in her throat.

"No," she whispered.

"Oh, yes," he said.

He eased her back onto the desk. 

"And I'm going to warn you that you remember the rules. Because this is going to be really hard for you," he whispered, stroking the inside of her inner thigh with his fingers, teasing her.

Her fingers went into her hair and then to cover her face.

He pulled them away to look in her eyes.

"Because it is going to feel SO good. But you can't cum until I say, got it?" he whispered.

She closed her eyes, bit her lip and nodded.

He sat in his chair and eased himself closer to her, lifting her stockinged knees over his shoulders. Her back arched.

"Shhhhh," he said.

She sighed softly.

He moved closer to her, and she dug her nails into her palms to control herself.

"Don't do it," she thought to herself. But he was so close and she was so turned on. More than she had ever been. She had been about to explode when he walked into the bathroom so everything that had happened up to now wasn't helping.

She felt his thumbs strong in her thighs. Felt his breath nearing her.

"Mmmmmmmm," he purred.

"Don't do that," she said. "Not fair."

"But I can't help it," he said.

"You're so delicious," he whispered.

She bit her fist. Hard.

He reached out with his tongue to taste her and she was soaking wet. He was no stranger to doing this and loved it under most circumstances. But this one, playing with her pussy and her brain at the same time? Such a turn on. And she was so drenched. So slippery, hot and wet.

He leaned in with his tongue now and found her clit and made lazy, teasing circles. Her back arched again, so high. She brought her fist down on the desk. He smiled to himself.

And attacked.

He buried his tongue deep within her, fucking her with it, teasing and twirling, swallowing her deliciousness, faster and harder, holding her ass to keep her tight to him. Her fists came down again in unison, fighting so hard to keep control. But it was SO good and she was SO close and he just wouldn't stop.

And now he didn't want to. He heard her softly whisper, over her clenched fist...

"Please...?," she said.

It was a question. It was a begging.

He stopped.

"Please, what?" he said, harshly again.

She leaned up on her weak elbows.

"Please, please, please let me CUM!?" she begged.

He saw the look in her eyes.

He felt the need to taste it stir in his mouth, his cock.

"Ok," he smiled.

"You can cum now," he whispered.

Her guttural moan of relief shot through him as he buried his face once again in her wet pussy, and now it was even more intense for her because she could feel he wanted it — working her to cum, wanting to taste it, hear it, feel it.

And his urgent tongue was rewarded almost instantly with her explosion, her aching scream ripped through him from mind to heart to cock, and he wouldn't stop. He lapped up all he had worked for and wanted more, still.

"Stop... no, stop...I can't take it," she whispered.

She pushed him back with her heel. He felt the pain in his shoulder. He moved back.

"What?" he whispered.

"Fuck me...," she said.

"I give the orders around here," he snapped.

"I'm not ordering...," she whispered, utterly dismantled in his eyes, so vulnerable, so ready.

"I'm begging you," she whispered.

"Oh yeah?" he smiled.

"Oh, fucking yeah," she whispered.

She slid fluidly off the desk and on to her knees again — and pressed her face against his throbbing cock.

She rubbed her check back and forth against it and licked it. 

"Please, baby. Please," she said softly and she looked up at him — with hot, pleading eyes.

He lifted her to her feet, pushed her back on the desk again.

"You're mine," he said.

"I want to be yours," she said, leaning back. He gently cupped under her knees, lifting him toward him. 

She drew a breath and waited, waited as he leaned over her and slowly, so slowly, slid himself deep inside her. Then out again. Her back arched, as he watched, her hard nipples pointing and trembling toward the ceiling.

Oh, fuck yeah, he thought to himself. 

He pushed the rest of his shit on the desk off it and she helped, hearing it tumble to the floor.

"Do it," she whispered.

And then he fucked her, watching her as he drilled her hard, fast, even, over and over. And as hard as he did, he saw her fighting it, knowing he had to say it to let her free. She moaned and thrashed but still, he needed her to cum. He needed him to cum. 

She opened her eyes and locked with his.

"I want you to cum all over me. Make me yours. Make me filthy. Cover me. Defile me. Make me belong to you for once and for all," she whispered, completely dominated and taken, completely overwhelmed by him.

"Oh God," he whispered.

"I want your cum everywhere," she whispered, her hands running up her belly to cup her breasts, work her nipples. 

"Do it here," she said.

"Do it on my face," she whispered.

"Ownership, show me, show me you own me, show everyone," she whispered.

Her eyes were on fire and he was done, ready to explode. He rocked back and forth in a last, feverish powerful group of thrusts in and out of her hot, wet, swollen, abused pussy. She was so slippery, so wet, and he was ready.

"You can cum now," he whispered.

"Not until you do," she whispered.

"I'm the boss," he struggled out.

"Fuck you," she whispered, smiling.

He laughed and it tumbled his self control like a house of cards until he couldn't stop, rocking in and out of her.

"Now," he whispered.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, now," she whispered, "right here."

She stuck her thumb in her mouth and opened it for him, offering her full, warm lips for him to aim.

"Oh my GOD," he said. 

He felt it counting down, one, two, three, and he rocked, pulled out and she lifted herself to take his full load pumping out all over face, and her open, waiting mouth.

Watching it was so hot that it made the both of them cum even harder.

After a moment, he pulled her to him on the desk and they wrapped their arms around each other, listening to each others' hearts and breathing.

Then he pulled his clothes back on and left for a second, coming back with some warm, wet towels. He stopped short walking toward her, as she was tracing her finger through his cum to lick it off her fingers.

"God," he whispered.

She smiled.

He came closer and gently wiped her face with the towels, and then kissed her gently.

"The boss/secretary fantasy is my favorite...," she whispered in his ear.

He laughed in that way she loved. 

"I love it too," he whispered.

She pushed off the desk.

"Now help me clean up this mess before my real secretary comes in tomorrow before I give you a goddamned spanking," he said.

She turned and laughed.

"That's not any sort of motivation to get me to do anything, you realize," she said.

"Realize? Try I was hoping," he said. 

The End.



Secretary African Style



All this happened quite a few years ago, when I was working in Nigeria.

The office was in Onitsha, the town which spans the Niger, a big slow brown river which forms the border between the West and East of the country. We were on the West bank. Commercially lively enough, but dismal as far as social life went - not many expats and those mostly Greek traders who kept among their own lot. Luckily not there for ever - after doing my time I would be moved to Lagos and my wife could join me.

Anyway there I was, big office, miserable furniture, air conditioning that sent the shivers all over you, but the only alternative that hot muddy heat of the coast - not that we were on the coast, but such was the old way of talking about the country. Quite a nice bungalow - company furniture, a couple of my own pictures on the walls, no point in having a lot of books unless you took special precautions because the termites would gobble them up. You could knock down a nest of the bastards on the lawn one evening and by the time you came back from work the next day they would have stuck up a skyscraper two feet high, with more to come.

Not that that has much to do with what I was meaning to tell you. One of the few small compensations of the place was that I had a really nice secretary, an Ibo from over the east side of the river, though we were on the Yoruba side. Most Nigerian women run to bulk, but she was shapely and trim. Educated. Fantastic English. Not wearing the usual voluminous technicolor robes that people think are native though in fact they were invented in Manchester and the like a hundred years ago, and before we invented them the natives wore nothing much at all. Bathsheba - they often went in for biblical names and whoever chose hers must have had a sense of humour or an insight into her future - wore smart Western office clothes - white buttoned blouse, dark grey or black business suit with a skirt, sometimes with pinstripes into the bargain. She was ambitious, and bright enough to make good on it. 

She was a serious girl, but very pretty, very efficient too which was more than you could say for most of them. Not a great talker, unlike most of them again, but chirpy, which meant the office was a cheery place. Early twenties. I liked staring at her as she moved around. Really gave me a lift. Nothing doing with her though - not the type, plus she lived with a large formidable boyfriend I had met a few times, plus the Company wouldn't like it. Didn't give a damn how many of the locals I fucked in general, or for that matter colleague's wives who happened to be up for it, but not from the office - too politically risky if a case for abuse of my position got going. Naturally though I used to stare at her bottom held tight in her tailored skirt or her breasts swelling in her blouse and daydream a bit about what might be if only it could be.

One Friday afternoon, nothing much to do, something to pass the time with till I could hurry off out of the place, I thought I had better check our petty cash. Supposed to do it not less than once a month, but must have been six weeks by then. I always put it off - tedious job. Frustrating too - so many small transactions with dubious documentation, given all the small things we got mixed up in. Bathsheba, good girl, had made out the summary.

One sum caught my eye. I happened to remember it - some stuff I happened to have bought myself from a travelling trader. There was less in the box that I seemed to remember I had got for it. Could I track down any record? I did eventually - a hand scribbled note, where someone had altered a nine to an eight, pretty amateurishly but in the right ink. I would probably would not have noticed if I had not been looking.

I had to settle down to the job. An awkward thought - the only person with access to the records and the cash other than myself was Bathsheba, as she often needed petty cash, and always checked with me what she had used.

She popped her head in. Had I finished? She was no doubt as eager to get away as I was. Maybe more so if...... 

"Sorry," I said, "Got held up. I'll have to stay on a while. You go off - we can finish this on Monday."

To cut a long story short, a fair number of small sums had vanished - not fraud on a grand scale, more pilfering, and amateurish pilfering at that. A real criminal would have gone for larger game or not bothered. Not something to bother the auditors, who did not go into the petty cash as long as total looked reasonable and, for bigger things, tied in with movements in and out of stock. But we could not have a thief on the premises, particularly anyone trusted with money. Common sense and Company policy took the same line on that.

I was really upset over the week-end. It seemed so out of character for her. A serious girl and, morality apart, too bright to risk her ambitions for so little. But in Nigeria it was the sort of thing that could easily happen, for reasons which I knew about and which will appear in a moment. On the Monday, I had to raise it, in a way that did not assume her guilt - maybe there was another explanation, though I could not think of one.

I had her in, and left her standing in front of my desk, not telling her to sit down as I usually did. I had the necessary papers spread out on the desk in front of her.

"I've been through the petty cash," I said, "There's money missing. And someone has been altering some of the figures in the paperwork, to make it look as if less was due to us." I looked her in the eye. She said nothing.

"Only you and I have access to the box and the paperwork," I said.

Her smooth dark shapely face crumpled up. "You're not going to fire me?" she said.

"Unless we can think of any other explanation I'll have to. You know that. But if you did it, why on earth?"

It all started to come out. She was in tears. I motioned her to sit down. It was a familiar story, sad to say. Her husband did not earn much - he was on the bottom and virtually unpaid rung of one of the two only local solicitors. She was the one in the money, in Nigerian terms. So no sooner did her upcountry relatives hear about that than they moved in on her. She was expected to share with the less fortunate - and most of them were less fortunate. First she had spent a bit too much on this for them, then on that, then she had borrowed, then the traders she had borrowed from wanted their money back - and then she had taken just a little cash, then just a little more. And so on. Drifted into it. I believed her - if she had planned it she was quite capable of making a better job of it.

This sort of thing happened, and to the most unlikely people - we had lost one of our best buyers that way.

"If you fire me, will you be able to give me a reference?"

"How can I? I'll have to tell the police and the Company, to protect myself."

She gazed at me despairingly then looked down. Not just this job gone, but her ambitions with it. Yet what could she do, and for that matter what could I? A long pause. What else could I say?

She looked up into my eyes. "I'll do anything, if you'll let me off just this once. Or let me leave myself with a proper reference. Anything". She gazed imploringly.

I could not help smiling. Do anything for me? Such a corny phrase. Did she mean what it was usually taken to mean? Where had she picked it up, or had she just thought of it in her desperation? At my smile, she looked disconcerted, puzzled and rather affronted.

"Anything?" I said, playing for time and unsure what to say myself. "Well, I don't have to act immediately - I can pretend I found out in a week or two. I'll do something for you, though you won't thank me for it. You do your real best to get rid of those spongers out of your house. I know it's hard. You'll have to tell them you're probably loosing your job but may just have a chance if they push off. I you don't take that chance you'll be penniless anyway and no good to them at all. Which is true. I'll know whether they've left or not. They may try to pop back later, but at least you'll have tackled them once. If you do something about that, we'll have a talk about your anything. You think about it, see if you really mean it."

She gave me a doubtful puzzled look, but I rose, so she more or less had to. No point in prolonging things. I knew I could take care of the missing cash if I had to - repay it myself as the sums were not huge, or fiddle the figures better than she had managed to do.

She did her bit, for herself that is really. I checked up with one of our people who lived nearby. Apparently it was well known they had all descended on her, so why had no-one bothered to tell me, given the well known risks? But now she'd booted almost all of them out. With her boy friend's backing, presumably. I wondered how much she had told him. 

Life in the office went on as usual, if in a rather subdued and self-conscious manner, till I said to her, "I hear you've got rid of most of them. Good. You'd better warn your husband you may have to work here this Saturday. Which is where your Anything can come in. Take a seat."

She sat, staring at me with suspicion and a degree of fear.

"So - anything, you said. Is that still the offer? What did you have in mind?" 

"What you want. To do with me. You know."

"Like - the obvious thing?"

"The obvious thing, yes. You can fuck me."

It took some spirit for her to get that out.

"I might fancy a bit more than just fucking you."

"How do you mean?"

"I don't know quite what might take my fancy. I promise you this though - no physical damage. I draw the line at that." 

This took her aback. She stared at me, taking it in. Exploring it in her imagination, I dare say.

"Is this a one off, or do you mean you want it to go on and on?"

"It can't go on and on because I'd have to report what's happened it in the next week or two. If I don't you're off the hook. If you wanted to leave I'd give you a decent reference."

"How do I know?"

"You'll have to trust me. After all I trusted you. But I'll play fair by you. So it's up to you. Saturday morning - on for it or not on for it.?"

An understandable pause.

"On for it. I have to be. No damage, whatever that may mean," she said dolefully and, without waiting for me to rise, made her way to the door. 

"Not office hours - half past nine is fine," I said, "And just in your normal office clothes." I liked the idea of violating her in those, as it was in those that she had set off my daydreams.

Saturday dawned cheerful and bright - or to be literal, as bright as the perpetual haze ever allowed in those parts. A full breakfast - I hoped to need all my energies. Then off to the office, where I had taken care to let the caretaker know he could have the day off as I was there myself. And into my office behind my desk shortly before nine thirty to wait for her.

She appeared on time. I sat motionless. She made her way to the front of my desk, which was as normal, awaiting instructions. I handed her our mortise key. "Go and lock the outer door and come back," I said. We had a mortise lock and a Yale, but only I had the key to the first.

She came back and stood as before. I stared at her - particularly formal to-day, in a black pin striped suit and skirt and the immaculate white blouse. She looked determined, quite strong in fact. She would get on with it and get it over with, she hoped. And why not - I was not out to make her life a misery, just to make the best of a unique piece of luck.

"Turn around, " I said. She duly did. I admired the full curve of her bum.

"Lift your skirt," I said, "Slowly. No - slower than that - we're in no hurry."

Slowly she lifted the black formal skirt. She had a job easing it over her bum, with it being tailored to fit. She had to pull on one side then the other. Suited me. Eventually she got it up round her waist. She was wearing white panties cut round the sides of her bottom, with lace round the top. There's something particularly succulent about white pants on black skin. Her full firm black cheeks shone slightly - they tend to use some sort of oil, to preserve their skins in the heat. 

"Very appealing," I said. She meanwhile said nothing, which suited me fine - for the moment I was interested in her bottom not her conversation. "Bend over and touch your toes. Now part your legs." Simple stuff, but pleasing, her pants clasped tight around the full pouch of her sex and a few wiry black hairs at the sides shown up by the white.

I did not have a set program - just a few ideas and go with the flow. I rolled my chair back. "You'd better come and lie across my lap", I said, "Keep that skirt up."

She came round the edge of the desk, her skirt up round her waist and her dignity somewhat diminished thereby, but less so than you might think given her determined expression. She lay across my lap, head hanging down to my left, hands on the floor in front of her, high healed black shoes just touching the floor on the other side, and the two cheeks of that delectable bottom right there in front of me,, naked except for her pants. My idea had been to spank her, with some words about her deserving her punishment. But in the event the words seemed hopelessly corny. If I spanked her that was not so she could get punished but so I could enjoy myself. First though, faced with those cheeks, I did not want to spank them but to get acquainted with them. I slid my hands over the satin and lace of her pants, pushed down into her crack, tight not because she was clenching herself but simply from youth and fitness. I ran my fingers up and down over the white, pressing them into the hollow where her anus must lie. Then I stroked up her thighs then slid under her pants to feel the twin creases at the base of her cheeks, and moved up over her slopes and fullnesses. The slightly grainy, sticky feel their skins have, because of the oil or whatever. I gripped her cheeks tight in my fists, at which she squeaked. I clenched on them, took possession of them. I thrust under her pants deep into her crack, felt the rougher skin around her anus, ran up and down the deep valley, slightly sweaty from the heat, and over ridges and hollows of her anus itself.. There under my hands - indescribably real, after imagining her often enough. 

I bunched her pants into her crack, just the one vivid rope of white in blackness, and slapped her right cheek, hard. A slightly pale handprint appeared on her dark skin and faded fast. That stimulated me. I slapped her good and hard again and again till my palm hurt, probably more than her bum. I could have done with her giving a few shrieks but she was not going to descend to that. I could order a few screeches out of her of course, but they would lack authenticity.

Anyway, it was the crack of her bum that drew my attention. I tugged her pants down to the tops of her thighs, dragging them under her stomach.

"Pull your cheeks open." I said.

She did as she was told. How I loved it all - the deep smooth dark hollow n which her anus was set, then the black ribs and valleys of the thing itself, and the little round nub in the middle, slightly raised, with a dark hollow at its centre. It attracted me more than he cunt, more intimate and private. I rubbed round and round the ridges with my forefinger, then I stuck it in my mouth, wetted it, and shoved it into the hollow to wiggle it through the tight barrier and inside her. That drew a startled, "Oh, ugh, oh", from her then silence again. Something she hadn't reckoned on?

I looked down on the vista and twisted and turned my finger, feeling a placid unhurried contentment, as one might feel at a real achievement in one's life, which in fact it was, having her over my knee and I doing whatever I wanted with her.

What about her cunt? A change of approach was called for.

"Take your knickers and skirt off," I said, "Then go and sit in the arm chair." 

She stood, slid off the knickers, unzipped the skirt, and with some difficulty got it off. Bare bottomed but still in her high heeled black shoes and her black jacket and her blouse, she went and sat in the chair. She avoided looking me in the eye.

"Cock your legs up over the arms," I said, "Show me your cunt."

She did. "Come forward a bit," I said, "Push your legs out more. I want to see the lot."

She did as she was told. She had a lovely cunt - a perfect neat oval, with just the shaft of her clit visible between her lips at the top. Thick crinkly black hair in a triangle on her mound, pointing down into her cunt, and sparser crinkles on her lips, which were fat and full. I don't like the shaved cunts which have come into fashion since - poor bald irregular insignificant flaps. It's the move from the urbanity of cared for skin to the primeval, the rank, the throwback that turns me on.

"Open it up for me," I said.

She pulled the two lips open with her hands. Still not a word. She had obviously decided to go along with what was wanted. The depths of her cunt were deep glistening crimson, like the fires of a volcano at the foot of black cliffs.

"Rub your clit," I said.

She put her forefinger there.

"You're not rubbing it," I said, "The tip's not moving. Do it right. And shove your finger up your hole. Masturbate so I can watch you. Get yourself wet, then you won't get sore when I fuck you. Do your best. Think beautiful thoughts."

I have no idea what she thought, but she did close her eyes and worked away at herself with a reasonable display of verisimilitude. When she took time off from her clit to rub her finger round and round the entrance to her hole she seemed to get her juices going and the crimson shone the brighter."

"Stuff a finger up your arse," I said. Her face winced and scowled, but she wetted her forefinger in her cunt, lifted her bum to get her hand round, and twiddled and twisted the start of her forefinger into herself.

"Get it right up," I said. I enjoyed watching her wriggle and ease it up her, and her face as it scowled the while. She got it right up, but thereby I lost the view as her hand got in the way.

"OK," I said. "That's enough. Lie down on the floor on your back. Pull your knees right up - tuck them up to your armpits."

It was a wonderful sight, Bathsheba my respectable inaccessible secretary self-trussed like a chicken, her bottom raised from the floor because her knees were right back, with her calves and black shoes waving over her head. And her cunt shoved up towards me, proffered and waiting for me to attend to it. It was all the more titillating because of the blouse and the jacket she still had on, as respectable as could be, with her thatch of black hair and her cunt just beneath it. Her cunt had mostly closed up again, but not quite, like a door ajar, with a streak of crimson showing inside. Her efforts must have had some affect on it.

I've never gone in much for blow jobs. I was quite encouraged enough standing over her looking down at her. In a leisurely way I unbuckled my belt, slipped off my trousers and pants along with the loose espadrilles I was wearing, and stroked my cock.

But why rush into the fuck? I moved forwards and put my knees on each side of her head. "You can drop your legs for now," I said, "Just look up at me." And she did - I looked down at her face and my balls and my arse hanging close over it. 

"Take one of my balls into your mouth," I said, "Gently. Give it a soft suck."

She had to open her mouth wide, and I dipped myself into it - not for nothing is the practise called teabagging. She sucked and licked. I wondered if she had ever done this before. No way of telling.

I pulled out and settled my arse over her. "Lick my arse hole good and hard," I said. I felt rather pleased with myself that I had washed it carefully that morning - sensitive fellow.