(This is a fantasy, a pornographic story which includes graphic descriptions of sex with one or more participants that may be under the legal age of sexual consent in some countries. In addition, the actual acts described may also be illegal in some countries. If you are likely to be offended by reading such material, please do not read further. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.)
Today, is the day that I start in motion my little plan to get T. "Mark, come in", I say. Mark looks nervous as he enters my office. I want to gauge just how important his job is to him. It's not a good time to lose a job now, and I want to play with that. Of course, I'm looking at both a carrot and a stick, he may not be essential in the company, but he's an essential part of my plan.
"Mark, I've been watching your work for a while." I pause, giving him time to digest what I said. Everyone slacks off at times. When you are nervous, and the boss says he's been watching you, those slack times jump into your mind. Mark already looks very very nervous. A slight sheen of sweat breaks out on his forehead. Sometimes I think I'm a sadistic mind fucker, I'm enjoying this too much. Or maybe I'm enjoying this just the right amount.
"Some of your work ... is a bit below the quality we really expect from you, Mark". The sheen on his forehead was turning into droplets of sweat now. "Please, Mr. Jack," he started, "I ... I'm sure I can pick up the quality. I can put in extra hours, really, please, just give me a chance, I promise I - "
"Mark, Mark, stop. Calm down", I interrupted his flow of increasingly hyper pleading. Carrot time now. "You've also done some sterling work". His eyes slowly lost that cornered-rabbit look. "I've asked you here to discuss an opportunity, Mark". Hope suddenly leapt into his frightened-rabbit eyes. "You'll need to convince me with better work that you are ready for this, Mark, but I have a new opening at senior level." No longer the frightened rabbit, now he looked like he was ready to start hopping around the room with joy.
"Of course, I'll need to meet your wife and kids, too, Mark. As you know, we are a very family oriented firm here. I expect to know and get on with the family of all of my senior staff. I can't emphasize how important that is to me, Mark. If I can't get on with your family, I can't hope to be able to get on with you here at the company. Is there any problem with that?", I finished. I had laid out my bait, and it looked like it was going to work exactly as I wanted.
"No sir, Mr. Jack. No problem at all. My wife and daughter will be delighted to meet you, and I'm sure you'll find them wonderful company, I'm sure you'll get on with us really well". He driveled on a bit longer, and I let him. I wanted him to be sure in his mind how much he wanted his family to get on with me.
"Oh thank you Mr. Jack, it's such a pleasure to meet you" Annette said, turning to move T, her petite, blonde, sixteen year old daughter, in front of me.
"Yes, Mr. Jack, pleased to meet you." said T, putting her delicate hand out and looking up at me with delicious big schoolgirl eyes. I was getting hard just looking at her, thinking of enjoying that lovely schoolgirl mouth. Patience, I thought. Patience, and a filthy mind, was the fastest way to get my cock into T - and that's exactly what I did want.
I had reinforced the importance of this meeting with Mark, and the importance of Annette and T being fully compliant and enjoyable company. By now they both knew the huge importance of this meeting. And within ten minutes, it was clear to me that there was no way they were going to let the meeting fail. Annette was flirting with me as best she could - she was an attractive blonde in her mid-thirties, with a nice body, and I was enjoying the realization that she was obviously willing to go as far as she thought was necessary to make sure I was happy with her family. Though I doubt she would be willing to go quite as far as I was intending - but then I wasn't going to give her the option.
I concentrated on T, of course, querying her about her studies and friends. Naturally, I didn't actually care about that. I wanted to get a feel for just how obedient she was likely to be - a rebel would scupper my plans, and send me right back to the drawing board. But she wasn't a rebel. She was a charming, shy, deliciously naive, willing to please schoolgirl. So eager to please, and clearly aware of just how important it was to please me. She was perfect.
I broke off from probing T. "Annette, T, you must be thirsty. Silly me, I've forgotten my manners". I walked over to my drinks cabinet and looked inside. "Oh dear, I didn't get anything at all suitable for your lovely daughter, Annette." I said.
"I'm perfectly okay with water, thank you Mr. Jack" said T, quickly, not wanting to be a nuisance.
"Nonsense, T.", I replied. I took out some money, and walked over to Annette. "Annette, would you be an absolute dear and pop to a shop for something nice for T to drink? Don't worry about T and me, I'll be delighted to show T some of what we do here while you are off on my little errand." Annette was looking doubtful, but I plowed straight on, "Now please, Annette, don't embarrass me by leaving me with nothing appropriate for a guest." The merest hint that I might get upset was enough to instantly dismiss any doubts from Annette's mind - she was practically running out of my office door to do my bidding.
Now it was time to start my game with T. There was no downside now - no one to interrupt anything I might choose to do and, whatever happened, it would be just my word against T's. She was mine now, to use as I wanted - it was just a matter of how.
I walked over to my chair and sat down in front of my computer. "Come over here, T, let me show you some of what we get up to here." Now T was standing next to me, looking at my computer. "No, you can't see properly from there." I said. I reached across with both hands on her waist and maneouvered her onto my lap before she could stop me. "There now you can see properly." I said.
"Please sir," said T, struggling to get up from my lap as I continued to hold her there, "please, I don't need to be here, I can see perfectly well standing next to you." I continued holding her on my lap.
"Now T," I said, with an annoyed edge to my voice, "I think I know what is the best way to see this. Now sit still!" I stated, forcibly, "Or would you prefer me to send you to wait outside until your mother gets back and I tell her that you are a rude disobedient girl?" Instantly, she quieted, sitting back onto my lap, recognising that she needed to keep me pleased for her father's sake. As I intended, she had been thoroughly drilled on the importance of not offending me.
Meanwhile, the power kick of controlling her was now making my cock hard again, and now the feel of her pert little bum on my lap was just making it harder. She could feel it, and started to squirm a bit, clearly understanding exactly what was pressing into her - but she didn't try to get up. And, obviously, she didn't realise quite what effect squirming on my lap was going to cause. Within seconds, she had made my cock the hardest I'd ever been. She could clearly feel it.
And then she understood quite the position she was in, and decided she needed to do something about it. "Please sir," T said, "I don't think I should be sitting here. What if someone came in. My mother could come back any minute, and she'll be really cross if she sees me here." She was searching for something that might get her out of her predicament, without actually having to insult me - yet. But, of course, I was way ahead of her. It was time to turn the screw all the way now.
"T,", I said, in quite an angry tone, "you've been rubbing your bum against my cock ever since you sat down on me, and now you've made me hard. Now, either you behave yourself, and do as I say, or I tell your parents just what a complete slut you are, and of course I'll have to fire your father too since I won't be able to have him work here after that!"
The import of what I said hit T like a blow. She started to sob a little, quietly. It was obvious she didn't know what she should do now. My hard cock was pressing quite nicely against her bottom, and I was now taking this oppotunity to start sliding one hand slowly up her thigh, enjoying the feel of her silky smooth leg, while my other hand was now moving up from her waist, slowly moving up to her pert schoolgirl breast. Now was the time for her to struggle, to try and get away and run off to safety - but she wasn't doing that. She was sitting quite still now, not resisting, seemingly resigned to being molested by me. Which is what I fully intended to do.
My hand reached her breast, and she suddenly came to life. "Please sir, you mustn't do that." she pleaded, taking my hand and trying unsuccessfully to move it off her breast "Please, no one is allowed to touch me there" she said. Then she jumped, slightly, as my other hand reached the top of her thighs and my fingers slid into the crease of her knickers where I could clearly feel her pussy lips. I pulled her back down to my lap, and carried on molesting her breast and pussy through the thin material of her clothes, while she blabbered on "Please, sir ... please .. don't, sir, please, please don't touch me there, please, ... sir ...". She was getting quieter and quieter as her pleading slowly tailed off.
Now I slipped my fingers under her knickers, feeling her pussy directly, slowly rubbing up and down her lips, feeling her slightly moist inside. She wasn't protesting or moving now, just sitting quite still as I slowly fingered her pussy, brushing across her clit occasionally. She appeared to be resigned to whatever I was going to do.
Next I stood her up and turned her to face me. Her pretty schoolgirl face looked so innocent and so helpless, stirring my boiling thoughts of using her every way I wanted to. I was practically ready to come just looking at her. "Lift your skirt T" I commanded, "lift it up and hold it above your knickers, NOW!" She did exactly as she was told, almost dreamlike in her actions, taking hold of the hem of her skirt and lifting slightly above her knickers. I reached across and slowly pushed my hand down under her knickers waistband, down to her pussy, where I carried on fingering her, paying more attention to her clit.
Slowly, she was beginning to juice up. After a bit, her eyes closed, and her face started flushing. Within a couple of minutes, I recognised that she was going to come soon. It hadn't been part of my plans, I was molesting her for my pleasure, but this was going to work out even better than I'd planned. I carried on fingering her pussy now, caressing her clit faster, as her breaths started coming faster and heavier - I could hear a slight moan now as she breathed out rapidly, all the while as she carried on obediently holding the hem of her skirt out so that I could easily access her. She looked lovely, a perfect picture of helpless molested innocence.
"Ummm, mmmmmm ... aahhhhhh, oohhhhhh", delightful moans escaped her lips as she tipped over the edge into her orgasm, her body shuddering now under total control of my finger caressing her clit. I slowed, spreading my hand to stroke her pussy lips as she came down slowly from her orgasm.
After about a minute, her eyes flicked open, huge saucers staring at me in sudden astonishment - she must have just remembered where she was and what she was doing. "Well," I said "quite the little slut, aren't you." She said nothing, made no movement. She was still holding her skirt up by the hem. She just looked at me, helplessly. "Well slut," I continued, "you've enjoyed yourself, now it's time for me to have my pleasure. First, you can lower your skirt now, I've finished feeling your pussy for now, so you don't need to hold it up any more to give me access.". I wanted to make sure she was clear about her complicity in what had just happened, and sure enough, as she lowered her skirt hem, her face went a lovely red as she shamefully realised just exactly how clearly she had helped me molest her.
Then I slowly unzipped my trousers. Her big saucer eyes followed my hand down to the bottom of my zip. I lowered my trousers, and her eyes lingered at the tent formed at front of my boxers. I dropped my boxers. She stared at my cock. I just let her stare - I had no idea if this was the first cock she had seen, but I was enjoying the idea. She continued to just stand and stare at my cock. Suddenly she looked up at my eyes - I had no idea what had been going on in her mind while she was staring, but it was clear what she was feeling now: deep shame. Her face was turning an even deeper shade of red as she stared at me. I was taking complete delight in her burning shame.
"Come here, slut" I commanded. She immediately moved forward to me, completely obedient to my command. "Put your hands on my dick and balls, and stroke them gently." I ordered. Her delicate soft hands reached out, trembling slightly, and started stroking me, slowly, gently, deliciously. The feel was utter heaven. I hadn't previously decided quite how I was going to finish abusing my lovely little schoolgirl toy, hadn't decided which of her virgin holes were going to pleasure me. Now, as she stroked my cock, I just stood, enjoying the feel of pure pleasure and dominance as her soft schoolgirl hands caressed me.
Now I looked down at her, and I realised she had been again watching my cock as she stroked it. For some reason that realisation triggered my balls to start contracting, and I could feel my cum begin to boil up my cock as I got ready to explode. "Ugh, fuck, I'm coming you tasty little slut, yes, you're making me come you dirty little bitch. Catch my spunk in your hands, bitch, catch it all ... I'm shooting it out ... yes ... oh fuck ... YES ... fuck, fuck, FUUCCCCKKKKKKKK!"
I wasn't intending for my first use of my nice new schoolgirl toy to be a hand job. But fuck, it was the best hand job I had ever had in my life. I don't know how long it lasted, but it felt like I was coming for minutes. Finally, I looked down to see my cock, still leaking into her hands. She was still obediently collecting my spunk.
"Time to clean up, slut." I said. She looked up at me, then looked around the room.
"Where are the tissues, sir?" she asked, in a quiet little voice.
"Oh no, slut. No tissues. You clean it up with your tongue." She looked at me, startled. I suddenly grabbed her hair and started pushing her hands up to her face. "NOW" I commanded, "get your fucking tongue on your hands and lick them clean bitch. NOW, bitch!".
With me pushing her hands practically into her face, I could see her still undecided about what to do. Then, finally, I saw her tongue flick out and lick a little drop into her mouth. She pulled a face, looked at me helplessly, then started licking her hands clean. She was a delicious schoolgirl fucktoy, MY delicious schoolgirl fucktoy, and I fully intended to make sure I got to use her every way my filthy mind wanted, but this would have to do for today - Annette was sure to be back soon.