4 comments/ 33355 views/ 13 favorites Working Hard for Her Job Ch. 02 By: fuzzie_writer It was the morning after the night before, and Peeta was spending the day on cloud nine. As busy as she was in work, she couldn't help think about her boss. The thought of Steve having her bent over his desk with his mammoth dick buried inside her sent shivers down her spine. He'd touched her in places no one else had; it'd been the best sex she'd ever had, and she wanted more. Unfortunately for her, she'd already checked his schedule, and knew that her boss was tied up in meetings all day. When she looked over her shoulder, she could see him now, sitting in a glass-walled conference room. Every so often, she caught him staring back at her, and noticed the slight grin on his lips as he did. The feel of his gaze on her was giving her goose-bumps, and she needed release. With a devilish smile, she knew what she had to do. She kept glancing back over her shoulder, and eventually caught her bosses' eye through the glass partition. As he watched, she slowly stood from her chair and bent over the desk, pretending to reach for a document at the edge. She'd dressed to impress today, and to impress one person in particular. Her flowing white blouse was tucked into a long black skirt that ended just above her four-inch heels. As conservative as the skirt was, the slit at the side let her show off as much leg as she liked, and she knew for a fact that when she bent over, the material clung to the pert cheeks of her arse like a second skin. Holding the pose, she giggled softly as she saw Steves face redden. After that, she tried to get back to work, but her attention kept wandering to the fuck session from the night before. She kept the teasing going, stretching lower and longer every time, and putting as much leg as possible on show. She'd finish with a dirty smile or a blown kiss over her shoulder, before sitting back down and at least pretending to tackle the spreadsheet on her screen. As she input numbers lazily, another idea quickly formed in her head, and she chuckled as she typed an email to her boss: "Mr Gascombe, could we arrange a meeting to discuss the desk arrangements in the office? I'm finding mine a little too large for my tastes; usually I am more than capable of handling a big one, but the size of this one is causing me to stretch right out. Regards, Peeta." She giggled quietly as she clicked send, then got on with her day. Lunch came and went; she had left the office to pick up a sandwich, and returned to find a brief reply from Steve: "Peeta, See me at 1715. S." She licked her lips in anticipation, and turned to acknowledge the email, but the blinds in the meeting room had been shut, denying her the opportunity. She'd just have to respond electronically. "Mr Gascombe, Thank you for the prompt response. We also need to discuss the air-conditioning set-up. I seem to be suffering from hot flashes all day. And when I'm not, my nipples (amongst other things) are terribly stiff. Hopefully we can resolve this in a reasonable time frame. Regards, Peeta." The afternoon wore on, and for the second evening in a row, she watched her colleagues troop out at five o'clock; Peeta was trembling in anticipation by the time the office had emptied. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone buzzed at ten past five. She nervously picked up, and before she had a chance to speak, her bosses' curt voice came down the line. "I'll see you now" he commanded, and then hung up without waiting for a response. A bout of nerves hit her, and Peeta straightened her hair and her blouse before heading to Steve's office, checking to make sure there were no other stragglers around. She opened the door and entered the darkened room, only to be instantly pushed back against the closing door. Peeta squealed in delight and wrapped her arms and legs around her boss; she was pressed between him and the wood, and his mouth found hers instantly. He was kissing her with a passion and intensity she'd never felt before, but which she was already growing to crave. She squeezed him tighter as she shoved her tongue into his welcoming mouth, moaning softly as Steve kneaded her arse. "You don't know what you've been doing to me today, do you Peeta?" he growled, finally pulling his mouth from hers. She feigned a look of innocence, fluttering her eyelashes and pouting. "I don't know what you're implying Mr Gascombe; I've been nothing but professional." "Oh really? Then why are you here? This doesn't seem very professional, does it?" he kissed her again as he ground his crotch against hers, and Peeta moaned louder, feeling how hard he was. "Because I'm so fucking horny. I need you now boss!" she groaned, biting his neck before looking up to his eyes. She saw the smile on his lips fade slightly as he spoke. "Me too babe. You've been pushing my buttons all day. But I've got some bad news for you. But maybe some good news as well....." "Give them to me in order then boss; let's see what we can do about them." she murmured, nuzzling against his skin, relishing the mixed smell of his sweat and aftershave. "Well one of the clients from todays meeting.....I have to entertain him tonight. I'll have to go and meet him at seven." "Oh. Well, that sucks" Peeta pouted, for real this time. "That's the bad news. I wonder if you want to accompany me? This client.....well I've entertained him before, and he's got fairly specific tastes. I think he'll like you! What do you think?" Peetas mouth and eyes widened in mock outrage before she giggled. "Are you trying to get rid of me already Steve? Or pimp me out?" He kissed her again before continuing "I can't see myself giving you up any-time soon. You're like a drug. I just thought we could get to know each other better, and have some fun too; a lot of fun I hope!" "What kind of fun Boss?" "The same as last night. Maybe even more. I might even get to see you in action if you're up for it?" "Always Steve" she breathed, already imagining the night he had in store for her. "Excellent!" Steve smiled. He lowered her slowly to the ground, and his mouth found hers again. This kiss was slower and more sensual than before, and no less pleasurable for either. They finally pulled away and Steve whispered softly "I love the taste of you." With a shake of his head, he became more business-like. "Here's my address. Why don't you come over for nine? You can put your taxi on expenses." He grinned at her as she turned to leave "Oh and Peeta?" "Yes boss?" she smiled. "Bring an overnight bag. You can stay at mine tonight." ********** Peeta rushed home, and treated herself to a long luxurious soak in the bath before agonising on her choice of outfit for the night. Steve hadn't really given too many hints of what would be expected of her; should she show off as much as possible, or was he expecting her to be professional? After much deliberation, she decided to throw caution to the wind. Peeta started by rolling a pair of black stockings up her long slim legs. A lacy blue thong followed, and held her throbbing Asian dick in place. Thinking about it, Peeta realised she hadn't been soft all day! She stroked herself a few times through her panties, tingling with excitement, before stopping herself. She knew if she waited, the pleasure of release would be so much better. She picked out a pair of six-inch blue heels, and put them on before standing back to admire herself in the mirror. The little thong disappeared between her cheeks, and the heels made her legs look fabulous. Sticking to her theme, Peeta pulled her favourite blue dress from the wardrobe and pulled it over her head. It was so short it barely covered the cheeks of her round arse, let alone the top of her stockings. She grinned at herself as she stepped back again, taking in her reflection. She looked like a whore. Her tousled black hair fell around her shoulders, and already gave her a just-fucked look. She reckoned Steve would be more than happy to see her like this! Peeta spent the last 15 minutes before the taxi arrived touching up her make-up; a touch of blue eye-shadow along with some mascara was more than enough to make her eyes stand out, and the ruby lipstick she favoured made her lips plump and glossy. "Perfect for cock-sucking," she thought to herself, pouting at her reflection before heading out the door. The long coat she wore served to shield her from the elements and from any prying eyes; she didn't need her neighbours thinking she was out on the game! Her taxi was waiting outside, and she gave the address before slipping into a daydream. She couldn't get Steve off her mind, and doubted that'd change any time soon. Peeta loved sex, and was out on the prowl most weekends, but she'd never gotten fucked like she had the evening before. The things that shocked her most was that he'd already known about her secret, and that he didn't mind; in fact, he was into it! She'd need to find out more about how he knew tonight. As they got closer to Steve's place, Peeta realised she'd been putting on a bit of a show for the driver. Her coat had slipped open, and her long legs were stretched out, showing off the expanse of brown thigh between her stocking-tops and the hem of her dress. She caught his eye in the mirror as they stopped at traffic lights, and spread her legs wider as her fingers ran up her legs. His eyes widened as she spread her thighs slightly, moving her hand even further up so her fingers were now playing over her lacy thong. It was too dark for the cabbie to tell what was hiding inside them, but his constant backwards glances and increasingly erratic driving let her know he was enjoying the show. Luckily, they were only minutes from their destination, and Peeta handed over a £20 note with a smile, telling him to keep the change before she headed inside. It seemed there was no need for her to buzz in. A doorman greeted her by name as he opened the wide glass door for her, and instructed her to take the lift to the 8th floor. Steve had obviously let him know she was expected! Her eyes travelled around the lobby as her heels clicked over the marble floor. Her boss was obviously earning a nice bonus; the entrance was more opulent than anywhere she'd ever been, and dealing with a doorman was a first for her. The elevator was just as well appointed, and floor-length mirrors gave Peeta a final chance to check her reflection before she headed into the hallway and knocked on Steve's door. He answered quickly, and a broad grin spread across his face as his eyes ran down her body. "Wow.....Hi Peeta. I'm not usually this lost for words, but you look stunning!" he said, taking her hand and leading her inside. "Did you get here OK?" "Yeah fine Steve.....this place is magnificent, you must do well for yourself?" Peeta smiled back, following her boss into what seemed to be a guest bedroom. He looked just as good to her, less formal than in the office, with a hint of his broad chest showing above a partially unbuttoned pink shirt. "Yeah I do OK," Steve replied curtly, taking her coat and laying it on the bed "The Company treat me well, and my bonuses allow me to indulge in.....things of beauty." As he spoke, his eyes travelled down her body again as he sat on the edge of the bed, and Peeta moved slowly between his open legs; she felt his hands wrap around her slim waist, pulling her down onto his lap. Their mouths met instantly, and Steve's tongue explored the inside of Peetas willing mouth as she ran her fingers through her hair. She moaned in earnest as Steve pushed his hand between her legs, cupping her hardness in his large hand. Pushing down harder on his lap, she was relieved and ecstatic to find that he was just as hard as she was. "So boss," she smiled, pulling away from him slightly, "what do you have planed for us tonight? Something about a client to entertain?" "Yeah something like that Peeta" Steve replied, his hand still softly rubbing between her legs. "It's Mr Clarke. I'm sure you know that name?" Even though she'd only been in the office a few months, she'd certainly heard of Mr Clarke. He was the head of their biggest clients, with enough clout to close their department down if he took his business elsewhere. "Yeah I've heard of him" she whispered, biting Steve's earlobe softly, "And.....?" "Well.....we have this arrangement," Dave continued, whispering softly as he continued to tease her, "I found out fairly quickly that he's a bit of a sucker for cock. So usually, me entertaining him involves him on his knees for the evening. But the one thing he enjoys more than sucking is the thought of a tranny.....the thought of a beautiful transsexual fucking him....." Dave paused to gauge Peetas reaction, and smiled as he watched her eyes widen. She pushed her crotch against his hand as she sighed softly, "and you thought that I.....might be able to help you out Steve?" "Yeah.....yeah Peeta. I think you'd be fantastic. What do you think?" "Mmmmm yeah I think I can be persuaded Steve.....Boss.....on one condition....." "What's that honey?" Steve breathed, still stroking her through her stretched thong. "I get you afterwards.....all to myself.....that's fair isn't it.....Boss?" she purred. "Yeah I think that can be easily arranged" Steve replied, giving her a final stroke before he lifted her to her feet, standing beside her, "so shall we go and surprise our guest?" He took Peetas hand and led her through the apartment until they reached the lounge. It was a sizeable, open room, with large glass windows showing a stunning view out over the city. Peeta was suitably impressed, sweeping her eyes over the room until they rested on who she assumed was Mr Clarke. He was older than Steve, and Peeta estimated was in his mid-50's, and was sitting comfortably on the couch with a glass of red wine in his hand, staring out over the remnants of the sunset. Steve coughed quietly, and Mr Clarke looked up in astonishment when he realised they were there. "Well Steve, are you going to introduce us?" she smiled, releasing his hand and making her way slowly across the room. "He can be so rude sometimes!" she grinned as she sat next to Mr Clarke, crossing her legs towards him to give him a wide expanse of thigh to ogle, "My names Peeta. And you're Mr Clarke, right?" "Please, call me George," he replied, composing himself as Steve grinned from across the room "It's a pleasure Peeta." "Oh the pleasure will be all mine tonight I think.....George" she replied, licking her lips as she ran the toe of her shoe up and down his calf. "Peeta is here for a bit of additional entertainment tonight George" Steve said, sitting in the corner across the room, "I think you'll find her to your taste!" George looked confused, but Peeta grinned as she lifted herself up onto his lap. She took his free hand and slowly moved it down her body, their fingers sliding together down her tummy. She arched her back slightly as she spread her legs, and sighed softly as she guided his hand under her dress. "Have you found something you like George?" she teased, breathing more quickly as his fingers found her hardness. "Oh God.....I didn't know.....I'd never have guessed" he groaned the grins on both Peetas and Steve's faces widened. "That's OK baby, I'll show you soon." Peeta whispered, turning to face him. "I know you're an important man.....your time is very valuable.....I wouldn't want to keep you waiting." Her fingers began deftly working her way down his shirt as she straddled him, unbuttoning it as she smirked. "I just need to make you more comfortable first." Her pink tongue flicked over her ruby lips as George looked on with pure lust in his eyes. His hands were on her thighs, running over her stocking-tops as she pressed down on his crotch. Peeta could feel his hardness under her, and needed to see how far she could push him. With Steve still watching from the corner, she rose back onto her feet, gyrating slowly as she began to put on a show for the two businessmen watching her. Her hands ran over her own body as she threw her hair back, shaking her hips to an imaginary beat. Her fingers ran down to the hem of her already short dress, and gradually pulled it up, exposing the thin line of her blue thong to George. With a grin, she bent at the waist to touch her toes, and heard Georges sharp intake of breath as her pert brown cheeks spread for him, showing off her gorgeous little arse. Peeta rose back up so slowly, her hands stroking up her legs before she stood again, and eased herself back into Georges lap. "You see something you like George?" Peeta purred, lying back against him as he moaned softly. "It certainly feels like it," she sighed, pushing her arse firmly against his straining bulge and moving against it, "It feels like you're enjoying your lap-dance George.....I know I am." As she spoke, her hand grasped his and guided him back between her legs. She was straining her tiny panties, and needed to be released. "Lets show each other.....show each other how much we're enjoying it." She stepped back again with a long lingering look of lust to Steve, still seated in the corner. He hadn't taken her eyes off her, and the way he was touching himself through his trousers let her know he was enjoying it as much as she was. Turning her attention back to George, she giggled as she watch him push his trousers and boxers down together; a nice, un-cut six-inch dick sprang into view, already shiny with pre-cum. "Mmmmm very nice George. You're about the same size as me......let me show you." With a well-practised movement, she tugged her thong to one side, and her slim brown girl-cock sprang into view. Like George, hers was about six inches in length, but a much darker colour and not as thick. Peeta kept herself completely smooth and bare, but she was being very turned on by the sight of George's neatly trimmed salt and pepper pubes. She eased herself between his legs again, positioning herself so her dick was pressed against his. "Look at that baby. Doesn't that look sexy?" she whispered, "they look good enough to stroke, don't they?" George grunted in agreement, eyes fixed on the brown cock rubbing against his. "Do it then babe," Peeta sighed, "stroke us both.....rub us against one another." George didn't hesitate, and instantly reached down. His pushed their cocks together, and began to stroke slowly. Peeta moaned in appreciation, watching him work before remembering their audience. "Steve you need to come watch," she murmured, as fixated on Georges hand as he was, "this is so fucking hot." She heard Steve move from his chair as George continued, and looked up when she noticed her boss settle beside George on the sofa. He was still fully dressed, but his excitement was evident. "That's it George," he whispered "Get her ready.....get her ready for your hole.....that's what you want isn't it?" George nodded, speeding up his strokes as he looked up at Peeta. "I need it.....I need you so badly," he muttered hoarsely "I've always wanted someone like you.....please Peeta.....please fuck my ass." Peeta trembled in delight and smiled at both of them. Not trusting her voice, she nodded in reply, and moved away from Georges grasp. She watched as he slid down the sofa, lifting his legs up to give her access. Peeta was trembling in anticipation, and barely noticed when Steve stood up beside her, only paying attention when he lifted her chin and kissed her. He was soft at first, with light kisses darting onto her ruby lips. Soon they were firmer and more passionate, and George was forgotten about for a second as Peeta wrapped her arms around her boss. She groaned in surprise and pleasure when she felt his hand wrap around her throbbing brown dick, shivering as he spread lube over her. "He's so tight honey," Steve murmured, "You'll need this." Working Hard for Her Job Ch. 02 "I need you Boss.....so fucking badly," Peeta replied throatily, kissing him again as her fingers scrabbled at his jeans. They fell away quickly, and her hand found his monstrous cock hard for her. "I'm going to enjoy fucking him while you watch Steve," Peeta continued, "but it'll be nothing like having this inside me again.....I need it buried inside me.....you have to promise to destroy me later.....make me scream your name.....promise me!" "I promise Peeta.....it'll be my pleasure" Steve replied, kissing her again before retreating back to the couch. He watched as Peeta continued stroking, breathing heavily as she advanced towards George. Her shiny bell-end was soon pressing against the older mans hot hole, and his groans intensified as he pushed the first inch inside. "Fuck Steve," Peeta groaned, "he is tight," grunting as she pushed deeper. "If it feels like this for me.....how did it feel for you.....squeezing inside him?" "He took it all. George is very willing. Watch." Steve was kneeling over Georges face, and his fat cock rested for a second against his lips before George groaned again, grabbing Steve's fat prick and shoving it inside his mouth. His eyes were closed in pleasure, and muffled moans came from around Steve's dick as Peeta pushed her full length inside him. "God that looks so hot Steve," she whispered, slowly beginning to use his arse. The older mans hole was clamped like a vice around her cock. His white skin contrasted against her darker tones, and for awhile she kept her eyes down, marvelling at the sight of her slim girl-cock sliding inside his tight hole. Peetas pace was nice and steady at first; she much preferred getting pounded, but it felt great to be inside someone once in awhile. The constant arousal she'd felt all day meant the sensations from her cock were like bolts of electricity, and she didn't want to cum too soon. Pulling out slowly, she eased closer so she could rub her cock against Georges'. He was literally dripping with pre-cum, and looked ready to explode. He obviously enjoyed his entertainment at Steve's! Looking up and still rubbing their cocks together, she took in the sight of Steve feeding his big dick into Georges waiting mouth. It looked like he was in heaven; drool was running down his chin, and he kept on pulling the fat prick from his mouth to lick it clean. Peeta couldn't help herself; as she lined her wet cock-head back up against Georges arse, she leaned in against her older fuck-toy. Her tongue joined Georges, and snaked around Steve's spongy helmet, tasting precum as it leaked from his slit. At the same time, she pushed back inside Georges waiting arse. The taste of cock spurred her on, and she was more forceful now. George moaned loudly around the big dick in his mouth, and pulled his legs back even further. Soon Peeta was pistoning inside him, groaning in pleasure as her mouth chased Steve's cock; trying to latch her lips onto it as she fucked harder and faster! Between licks, Peeta looked up at Steve, "You're the best.....fucking boss" she moaned. Panting, he didn't bother to reply, and just grabbed her head, roughly burying his finger in her long dark hair. His wet cock popped out from George's mouth, and he forced it between her lips. "You're the best.....little slut secretary.....I've ever had.....and you're just getting started." he growled, "you're fucking perfect.....and you're all mine.....now.....lets give George what he needs." Steve's cock slipped from her mouth, and pushed back between Georges waiting lips without missing a beat. There was no tenderness at either end, and soon both Peeta and Steve were fucking their older client with abandon. His muffled groans grew louder and longer with each thrust, and before long Peeta felt the first sticky blast on her stomach as George came; looking down between them, his cock was twitching as rope after rope of cum shot up against her. The sight and the feeling was too much for her, and with a strangled scream, she pushed deep inside for a final time. The explosion, building up for Steve all day, seemed to go on forever, and as she finally slowed, she felt the last of her cum slowly drooling from her still-hard cock. "Oh fuck......oh fuck yeah," Steve moaned, "'I'm going to cum too.....are you ready George?" The older man, sweaty sticky and dishevelled, groaned again and nodded vigorously, lips still stretched around Steve's cock. Peeta finally pulled out and went beside Steve, pushing her tongue deep in his mouth before whispering in his ear "Cum for him baby.....then you're mine for the night.....that big fat cock will be mine.....give him your cum boss." With a low growl, Steve pulled his cock from George's mouth just as he exploded. George had his mouth opened wide, but the eruption was too much; Steve's cock twitched as an impossibly large load shot out, spraying over Georges face, with some landing on Georges tongue as he valiantly tried to catch it all. Peeta had only seen a cum-shot like that in porn before, but she knew she wanted to try it for herself, and soon! After what felt like an eternity, all three finally collapsed on the couch. Peeta snuggled up to her boss, wondering how dishevelled she looked, but not really caring. Steve had her arms wrapped around her, and she occasionally felt his lips planting soft kisses on her neck. George lay beside them, obviously lost in thought. It took him a while to catch his breath, but soon he excused himself to tidy up in the bathroom. After a few minutes, which both boss and secretary spent regaining some of their composure, George reappeared, looking as dapper as he had when he walked into the office that morning. Peeta would never have been able to tell he'd just been filled with cock, which was probably what George was hoping! "Well I'll be off then Steve. This.....meeting has been more than productive, and the increased traffic that we discussed earlier will be coming your way. I'll confirm via email in the morning. I'll see myself out." He headed for the door, but turned just before leaving, looking slightly abashed. "I.....well I hope we can have another meeting.....like this.....sometime soon.....it'll be very productive.....from a relationship standpoint....." "Don't worry Mr Clarke," Dave replied as Peeta grinned naughtily, "we'll be able to pencil in something soon; how does next month suit?" "I'll make the time," the older gentleman replied softly, smiling to himself as he turned to leave. "We'll arrange it when we touch base tomorrow." The couple cuddled as he left, and as the door slammed, Peeta couldn't help herself, and dissolved into a fit of giggles. Looking confused, Steve raised himself up off the couch, a questioning look on his face. "Don't worry, I'm not insane," Peeta stammered between giggles, "I was just thinking.....if I knew a couple of years ago that that was how you got ahead in business.....I'd be CEO by now!" Steve grinned, and joined her again on the couch. "Well stick with me Peeta; the skies the limit," he murmured softly, "we've already shown what a good team we make tonight, and the nights just getting started for us....." Peeta stretched like a cat on the expansive couch before raising herself onto her heels. "Well give me a few minutes to freshen up," she smiled sweetly, "then lets see where the night takes us....."