SecSlave™

Chapter One

Abby and her Executive were in the middle of a normal morning when his desk phone buzzed, signaling an internal call. She looked up from her desk to make sure he wanted to get it himself before going back to her own work on her laptop, typing up notes from his earlier dictation. It was one of her favorite times of day. Still wet, his cum dripping slowly out of her, onto her calves, she could meditate not only on what he’d said but what he’d done. It made her crave the next dictation, though any order of any type would do. She was his SecSlave and that was enough.

“Yes,” her Executive said, his thumb on the intercom button. A half hour ago that same thumb had been up her pussy, right alongside his cock as he rode her. The memory made her clit buck in a mini-orgasm.

“Pick it up, it’s me,” she heard a familiar male voice say. She couldn’t quite place it. It could be another Executive but she hadn’t met or serviced many of them.

Her executive picked up the phone. Abby typed up her notes while she listened to his half of the conversation. She couldn’t help her curiosity and her Executive had told her often enough that it had been helpful. He didn’t want a mindless bimbo working with him on this important project.

“Hey, Clark,” he said. Abby tried not to be distracted by her Executive’s voice. It was so lovely, so manly and even. None of the other Executives she knew moved her so much just with their voices, even though she did like sucking them off. Every Executive’s cum tasted like heaven. Whenever one arrived for a meeting she hoped he’d leave his own SecSlave back at his office suite.

“Yeah, getting the documents ready for the first offering. Uh-huh. Well, how’s yours? I thought you’d like her. No problems so far? Good. Nope, none on my end. I think we’ve got all the glitches ironed out. All the guys say theirs are good to go. We just need to finish up the paperwork side of things and. . . what do you mean marketing’s behind? I just met with them last Friday and they said they were on track. The stuff I saw looked good. Huh. How long will that photo shoot take? Can’t they just touch it up in Photoshop like everyone else? Okay, whatever. If it’s their problem then make ‘em work overtime. I want this out on time. There are a lot of powerful men out there who already have a heads-up on the offering. I don’t want to disappoint them. Now, what’s the real reason you called?”

Abby looked up at the change in her Executive’s voice. It sounded harder, more menacing. He was looking at her. She dropped her eyes immediately. She knew he didn’t want eye contact unless he asked for it.

“Yeah, that would probably bring anything to the surface, wouldn’t it,” he said it like a statement. When she peeked again he was still looking at her. Was the call about her? She was a lowly SecSlave, not worthy of a phone conversation! Her heart fluttered and she noticed she’d misspelled a word. She sighed and mentally berated herself. She hated making errors, even when it was easy enough to go back and fix things.

“Alright. What time is it now. . . eleven’s fine. There won’t be any problems but if it makes you feel better we’ll do it. It’s not like she hasn’t seen some action from the other guys.”

Abby shifted her hips subconsciously as she felt her pussy blaze at the intimation that they had an eleven o’clock appointment with someone who was interested in fucking her. As much as she loved her Executive she also loved it when he shared her, when she could be an extension of his hospitality to other Powerful Men and Women. Though, so far, there’d only been one female Executive. She’d flared her nostrils at Abby as though disgusted and had said, “Once you’ve got a line of male SecSlaves let me know.”

Abby’s feelings had been hurt. She’d wanted to lick the Executive’s pussy from top to bottom, side to side, and let her teeth ride against her clit. It had been heartbreaking to discover that some Executives prefer men. When her Executive had found her crying in her cubby and asked her why he laughed at her explanation.

“You’re a gold mine, Abby,” he said before kissing her cheek and moving to his desk to write something on his notepad. The kiss on the cheek was all she needed to get up and get to work.

Usually she started off her day exercising on the Elliptical that was in the bedroom of her Executive’s suite. Then a quick breakfast before showering and brushing her teeth. Her SecSlave uniform consisted of a pair of shiny black heels, nearly sheer black stockings, a black garter belt and a one-piece black lycra tube dress that started just above her nipples and ended just above the stockings. She also had a matching black bolero jacket, no buttons at the front, in case her arms were cold, but she never wore it.

Her one adornment was a black velvet ribbon, about an inch wide, looped loosely around her neck. It began and ended at a small metal disc imbedded in her spine. On the ribbon hung a small flat silver tag that, on one side, read, “Abby/ SecSlave™/ If found please call (800) 123-4567.” On the other, “Property of Lucas Ablemore.” That was her favorite part of her outfit. She’d wear whatever her Executive asked just as long as she could wear that tag that said she belonged to him.

Abby’s morning tasks were to prepare breakfast and coffee for her Executive. He always had a bagel with cream cheese and took his coffee with sugar and cream. Abby had heard another Executive tease him about his paunch but she loved the way it slapped her ass when he took her from behind. It made him snugglier in bed, too, like a teddy bear. She was glad he rarely got on the Elliptical.

When breakfast was ready she set it on her desk, which doubled as the coffee table in front of the couch. Then she knelt by the door to the suite and waited impatiently as her pussy grew wetter and wetter. She tried not to touch herself while she waited but it was nearly impossible. Luckily, her Executive was on time most mornings, arriving only a few minutes after she’d settled into her place. But once, when he was half an hour late, she’d gotten out of control with need. He’d found her with her knees spread apart, tube dress rouched up to her navel and down to her ribs, one hand gripping and twisting a nipple and the other buried in her crotch.

He hadn’t let her orgasm and had ignored her until it was time for the morning dictation. She hid under his desk like a good girl, her head resting against the inside of his knee, but she didn’t reach for his crotch to initiate the routine morning blow job or try to distract him with noises. Just the feel of his pants leg against her cheek and the smell of his laundry detergent was enough to keep her calm and satisfied. She was with her Executive and that was all that mattered.

Weekends were the worst. It enabled her to get more work done but she was terribly lonely. She wasn’t supposed to orgasm without his permission and she certainly wasn’t allowed to sleep in his bed without him but she often slipped into it just to get a whiff of his scent and used the thick handle of her hair brush to fuck herself to orgasm. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as her Executive’s cock and she always felt guilty afterward but she couldn’t help herself. He never seemed to notice. She always washed the sheets on Sundays, anyway.

The reminder on his computer chimed and it made Abby jump. She’d finished transcribing her notes and was reviewing them for errors. The chime made her remember that they were having an eleven o’clock visitor.

“Abby, come tidy the desk,” her Executive said. She rose smoothly and gracefully to comply even though inside she was doing jumping jacks of happiness. Being asked to tidy the desk meant she’d soon be bent over it.

Her executive disappeared into the bathroom while Abby moved his Awards of Excellence behind his computer screen, so the visitor would still be able to see them even if Mr Ablemore wouldn’t be able to see them while seated at his desk. She shifted the keyboard a few inches and moved the mouse to the other side, so that all computer-related items were to one side of the desk. There was ample room for her slim figure on the other half of the smooth mahogany surface.

When her Executive emerged from the bathroom he had his necktie in his hands. She grinned at him excitedly before biting her lip and looking at his shoes. It was hard, sometimes, to appear calm and compliant when, inside, she couldn’t wait for him to use her.

He stepped up to her and said, “Turn around.”

Once Abby had turned she could see their reflection in the mirror behind the bar for a split second before he wrapped the tie around her head and over her eyes. An executive in his mid-fifties, short and balding, behind a taller, slimmer raven-haired secretary.

“This is a special visitor, Abby. I want you to try to listen to his voice and, afterward, tell me what you heard. Any answer is right, alright?”

“Yes, Mr Ablemore.”

“He’s an old friend of mine and an executive, of course, so you must take special care of him.”

“Of course, Mr Ablemore.”

She felt his cool, gentle hand on her elbow, turning her and guiding her to the desk. When she felt its hard edge against her hips she bent forward until her upper body rested on the desk. She kept her hands by her hips, relaxed.

“Open, Abby,” her Executive said. She spread her legs apart and pulled the hem of her tube dress up until she could feel the cool air against her bottom. Her fingers slid back down over her ass until they were next to her pussy. She tightened her grip and pulled the inside of her thighs and ass apart. She was now fully exposed to whomever opened the door to the suite. The thought made her cunt quiver in excitement. She wondered if the juice dripping down her thigh was now all her own or still contained some of her Executive’s essence. Either way, she loved the idea that this presentation would please an old friend of his.

Abby caught her breath when she felt her Executive run his fingers lightly over her ass. His touch was almost enough to make her cum.

“I’m tempted to -” he said when he was interrupted by a polite knock. Abby let out a sigh when his hands left her skin. She heard him open the door and say, “Come on in, Clark.” She couldn’t hear if Clark said anything.

“Well, she’s all yours, have at her,” her Executive said. She thought he sounded resigned. There was another moment of silence before he said, “Yeah, I might. She’s a great cock sucker. But the whole point is to test her out, right, see if any issues pop up.”

What issues could she possibly have, Abby wondered. Maybe her body wasn’t quite right for pleasing an Executive? The idea made her feel even more grateful and devoted to her Executive for allowing her to serve him, whatever issues she might have.

She felt a new set of hands on her ass and she stopped worrying. She instantly thought of herself as a sex toy, meant to please the man to whom those hands belong. There wasn’t any room for self-doubt.

The hands roamed over her ass and she heard her Executive chuckle.

“The Elliptical is to thank for that,” she heard him say. “The breasts have been augmented to fit my preference but, other than that, she’s all herself.”

Abby swallowed hard as one finger, then two, penetrated her sopping wet pussy.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting your phone call,” her Executive said in an almost whiny voice. Abby stopped listening. The visitor had slipped in a third finger and her cunt was stretched tight around them. He rotated his fingers and curled one of them inside her, pressed down gently near her g-spot, behind her clit. She moaned involuntarily, then moaned even more loudly when the fingers withdrew. She felt achingly empty and even hotter than before.

His hand slapped her right ass cheek hard and she yelped but managed to hold still.

“He asked you a question, Abby,” her Executive said.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear him,” she said abjectly.

Her executive laughed and said, “Told you it would hold.”

The visitor continued to spank her, anyway. One cheek, then the other, until both were bright red and tears appeared from behind her blindfold and fell to the carpet below.

Abby heard her Executive laugh from time to time. She was happy if he was happy and she couldn’t imagine doing anything to make him lose face in front of another Executive, but she was very glad this man was not her Executive.

Finally the spanking was over. Her ass cheeks felt like they were on fire. She had kept her hands in place the entire time, exposing her shaved pussy to a few slaps now and again. There was no way she’d risk embarrassing her Executive by acting unprofessionally and moving her hands to protect herself.

He inserted his fingers into her again and she had a deliciously sharp orgasm around them, clenching them tightly. A high-pitched keening escaped her lips and it was all she could do to hold still and not press back against those fingers.

“She was already pretty tight despite having had a kid,” her Executive said, “the kegels help keep her that way no matter what goes in there. It’s all about the muscles, right. No matter how stretchy the cunt gets, if she has muscles she’ll be as tight as you want her to be. Try putting a finger in her while you’re fucking her. It’s amazing.”

Abby blushed in pleasure at the compliment.

When the visitor thrust himself into her she came again, mewling happily. He started off at a furious pace, as though angry with her, shoving her hips against the edge of the desk again and again. Abby dug her fingers into her flesh to expose herself even further to the onslaught. The top of her dress was slowly pulled down by the friction against the table and she delighted in the feel of the wood surface against her nipples and breasts.

The man’s hand grasped her hair in its tidy bun and pulled, forcing her to arch her neck and back, giving him more resistance to push against as he slammed into her from behind. His other hand gripped her hip tightly.

She felt another cock, already dewey with precum, against her lips. Abby opened her mouth immediately but her Executive guided the tip of his member around her lips, coating them with himself. She used her tongue to lave the available soft, warm skin until he was ready to fuck her face. When he sank his cock into her mouth and down her throat she came again, the sounds of her orgasm muffled. She felt there was nothing better in the world than to be used like this, to please her Executive as far as she was able.

Her Executive kept himself buried in her for a moment, suffocating her, until he slowly pulled himself away. He liked the way it felt when he was completely in her mouth, the head of his cock squeezed by her throat, the rest of it surrounded by heat and wet and that incredibly active tongue. He slowly entered and exited her throat, never fully departing her mouth. Abby breathed in time to his rhythm, which he hadn’t bothered to match to that of the man behind her.

The visitor still had hold of her hair, making it easier to keep her head still while being fucked so hard. Abby hoped that made her cock sucking feel even better. She was just starting to lose herself in the sea of sensations when the man behind her pulled out and came on her dress. He’d denied her an orgasm; she always came when someone spilled his seed in her.

When the visitor let go of Abby’s hair her Executive took hold of it and continued his leisurely face-fucking.

“Fuck, yeah. I told you she was a good fuck,” her Executive said. There was another moment of silence. Abby sank back into the delightful feeling of giving head, having nothing to do but receive him, suck him, roll her tongue along him as best she could. His cock grew harder as he got closer to cumming. With one final push he buried himself in her again, cutting off her wind pipe, ejaculating down her throat. His cock bucked once, twice, three times and he held her head against his crotch for another moment before pulling her head back enough for her to breathe. She gasped for air, grinning. Her Executive pretended to dislike over-enthusiasm but the sight of her happy glistening mouth below his necktie delighted him.

“That’s not my sort of thing,” he said, looking up from Abby’s face to look at his co-worker, who had seated himself on the sofa and was admiring the view of his cum dripping out of Abby’s pussy and gliding down her stocking-clad thigh, “but if you want to, go ahead. Time for test number two.”

He removed the makeshift blindfold from around Abby’s eyes. She kept her eyes on his softening cock, like a good girl, waiting patiently for his next command.