The Secretary

Chapter 3


On the first day at her new job, Gina was standing outside the office almost a half-hour before Clayton arrived and unlocked the door. The large man gave her a kindly smile and a nod but said nothing. Once inside, he went straight back to his office to drop his briefcase on his desk. The man was all business. In fact, Gina was surprised he never even cut his eyes at her more than to make sure she understood his instructions. His demeanor confused Gina, and left her feeling a bit conflicted. She wondered why it seemed she was getting the cold shoulder. “Isn’t that a good thing?” she thought. “Or is he sorry he offered me the job in the first place?”

Clayton got right down to it. He explained what he expected her to have done each morning before he arrived, showed her the break room, how he liked his coffee made, what was kept in the many shelves above the large countertop and in the refrigerator. She followed him from the break room to the large record and storage room, explained how paper records were filed and how they were only kept at his office for two years before being boxed and moved to the central office.

The phone interrupted them several times, but it gave Gina an opportunity to see the man use the computer at her desk. He toggled through a number of screens, did a number of searches, pulled up account information and modified account data. It all appeared very straightforward. After each call, the large man would go back over what he had done and why. Gina was a quick study and was relieved to find out her job would not be even a third as taxing as her last job. She couldn’t help but grin over that fact, as the man continued his tutoring.

“And I have these for you,” Clayton said, pulling a small ring of keys out of his right pants pocket. “You’ll need to be here at nine o’clock sharp each morning. I rarely come in before half past the hour and usually more like ten.”

Gina nodded her head and took the ring of offered keys. He then went on to explain how the workday went, as most calls didn’t start until after ten in the morning and continued right up until closing. He next described how the headset worked for the phone and the advantages of being able to take calls from anywhere in the office.

“We only have two lines,” he stated. “I have a private line in my office but will use the main office line on many of my outbound calls. Never, ever give out the number to my private line.”

That was only one of a number of “never, ever” rules the man had.

“We seldom ever have walk-in business, as we handle only commercial accounts here. And I’m usually out on the road assisting the larger companies nearly every day, as we prioritize everything we do around them. That’s where the majority of our business lies. We keep them happy and they keep us happily paid, and paid well. You’ll soon learn which companies are our bread and butter. Whenever they call, we jump.”

Gina nodded her head yet again. Something about the “I’ll be out of the office most days” caused a wave of welcome relief to run through her. She hoped the large man didn’t take her large smile in the wrong way. But having him out of the office that much would surely make her day-to-day much easier, she thought.

After the man was absent for over an hour at lunch, he called Gina into his office as soon as he returned. She handed him a call-sheet with two calls she had taken during his absence. He looked at the numbers and nodded, seemingly dismissing them as low priority.

“You’re catching onto the insurance business very quickly, hun,” he began. “In a couple of weeks you’ll be an old hand and have everything down pat. I’m sure of it.” He gave her a warm grin, making her feel a bit like she was welcome and belonged there, as if she was already becoming part of the team.

Gina thanked him for his kind words and turned to leave his office.

“No, Gina. Close the door and lock it, hun, and then come back over here,” he ordered.

She walked back to his office door, pushed it shut and turned the lock. Gina turned and walked slowly back toward his desk. In the interim, Clayton had come to his feet and walked around to the front of the desk. He held his hands out slightly in front of his hips, obviously wanting her to walk into them. Gina hesitantly walked up close but stopped short. Her sudden halt created an uncomfortable moment. She wasn’t sure what to do.

“Come here, baby,” he commanded. “Right here. I forgot to tell you how nice you look today. Come here.” She noticed his right hand go to his crotch and squeeze his cock through the material of his pants while moving his hand up and down to stimulate it.

Later, Gina figured her heart must have skipped a dozen beats. Even though she fully expected this would have happened hours earlier, the moment caught her a bit off guard. She had already thought about it, had somewhat prepared for it, but it was still quite a shock and very awkward. She slowly walked up to his hands, letting him close his fingers around her waist. Before pulling her into him, Clayton looked into her eyes. Gina nervously lowered hers, looking down and focusing on the man’s tie.

The large man leaned forward. His mouth came up close to her right ear. She could feel his nose nuzzling into her hair and felt his warm breath upon her neck.

“You know what I want you to do,” he whispered. His hands moved her slightly to her left, gently urging her to turn that direction.

The man didn’t pull her back into him, as she expected to happen. Gina only then fully realized what he desired her to do; he was waiting for her to take the initiative, waiting for her to show him that she understood his wishes, what was required.

Gina’s knees began trembling once again. Her breath caught. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. Of all things, all she could think about was where she should put her hands. As she backed into his crotch, Gina brought her hands up against her stomach.

“That’s it, baby,” the man said, as her backside pushed into his crotch. “You know what I want, baby.”

She could feel his hard cock pressing into her ass. Gina moved gently into it and began gyrating her hips ever so slightly. She exhaled loudly, not meaning to do so, but Clayton clearly heard and his fingers increased their tightness on her waist.

“That’s what I want, baby,” he whispered out a bit louder and a bit breathlessly. “Move that ass for me, baby. Uuuummmmm, that is so nice.”

After what seemed like a number of long minutes, the man pushed his crotch into Gina’s backside, turned her around and firmly held her in place against his desk. He lowered his head to her neck and stopped all movement, plainly letting himself catch his breath. Gina remained motionless but was quite breathless, too.

Oddly, her mind at that moment wasn’t focused on the man’s large cock pressing into her ass. But on the fact that this would be the last day she would come to work without bringing along a change of panties. As soon as able, Gina excused herself for a quick trip to the bathroom. She cleaned herself as best she could with tissues and was just thinking of standing up when her new boss entered the bathroom.

With just one boxed in stall and one urinal, the bathroom wasn’t built for a busy office. She sat quietly, thinking that Clayton was probably there to use the urinal, wash up and leave. But there was yet another first day surprise in store for her.

Her boss opened the closed door to the stall, unzipping his pants as he walked inside. Gina attempted to come to her feet, but he motioned her back down. Though she turned her head to one side, she couldn’t help but notice him reaching into his open fly to pull out his cock. Gina shifted uncomfortably on the toilet and looked up to see him holding a thick, though somewhat deflated, cock in his hand.

“Clean me!” her ordered her.

Gina reached toward the toilet tissue holder to unroll a number of sheets, but he stopped her. “No, baby,” he said, reaching out to turn her head with his left hand. “I want you to suck it clean.”

Even though his left hand rested on the top of her head, she looked up into his face. What she saw there was nothing less than total determination and control. She lowered her eyes to his nasty, glistening cock and felt him increase pressure on her head, pulling her face toward his penis.

Gina couldn’t help but inhale the man’s musky scent. His cock was coated with sperm, drying and becoming sticky. The man’s large left hand pulled her head to his crotch. He arched his back, thrusting his semi-rigid penis forward, pushing the large, slimy head of it into her lips.

The attractive young brunette opened her mouth, realizing she had little choice in the matter. At first, Gina was somewhat repulsed by the strong salty slime coating the rubber head of his penis, but was, at the same time, strangely aroused by the taste of his ejaculate. She was soon sucking and smacking loudly, licking up and swallowing his heavy, slimy cum.

Clayton grasped and pulled down on a handful of her hair at the back of her head, tilting her face back, allowing him to look down into her brown eyes. Semi-crouched in front of her, he lifted his hardening cock to her left cheek and began rubbing it against the smooth, warm skin.

“You see, dear,” he said with bated breath, “that wasn’t all that bad now was it.”

Clayton waited until Gina feebly shook her head before adding what was really on his mind. “You keep this happy,” he said, smacking his cock into her cheek once again, “and I’ll be happy. You understand that don’t you, baby?”

Gina tried to nod her head in understanding, but Clayton tightened down on a handful of her hair again. She replied with a whisper, “Yes, sir.”

“That’s my girl,” the large man said, releasing the woman.

She watched as he tugged his large penis back into his pants and positioned the semi-hard organ as best he could. He then zipped up and backed out of the stall. The next thing she heard was water running at the sink.

Gina remained seated for several minutes. She fell into a stare. Was this all a dream? Could this have actually happened to me in this day and age? It wasn’t possible, was it? But the smell and taste of the large man’s sexual musk lingered about her. She raised the fingers of her right hand to her mouth and could yet feel a bit of slimy cum sticking to her lips.

She was more than just a little bit numb from the experience. Slowly she came around, stood and walked out to the washbasin. She raised her eyes to look at herself in the mirror and quickly looked away. Her hands fell to the countertop to support herself. Once again she was trembling. She turned on the faucet and lowered her mouth to the basin, cupping water to wash her face and mouth.

She straightened herself and bravely looked at herself in the mirror. “How could this be happening?” she thought. Gina waited until color returned to her face before leaving the bathroom.

Clayton was on the phone, so she walked over to the chair at her desk and sat down. She slowly came around and soon even understood what the man was saying on his telephone in his office. She focused on a small stack of mail sitting on the corner of her desk. It was then she realized the mailman must have come into the office while they were in the bathroom.

Clayton soon came out of his office and noticed the mail.

“Ah!” he exclaimed. “Finally!” He moved over to her desk and began explaining what was to be done with the various invoices, premium payments and things. He pulled up a chair, sitting next to her, and coached her through the process of posting everything on the computer.

“Excellent, dear!” he stated, as she finished the last entry. “Now, other than the phones, that will mostly be it for your first day. As you can see, once entered into the computer, most of your daily work is done. All you’ll do in the afternoons is usually answer the phone.”

Gina nodded her head, as if hanging onto his every word. “Is the man always going to be able to turn it off and on this fast?” she wondered. “Is he a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?” Gina’s mind went on automatic control, listening to the man and mechanically reacting as he continued talking about her duties, but all the time thinking about how hard it was going to be to work around the man every day.

The next three workdays were nearly a carbon copy of the first. Clayton, she figured, would come to work horny as hell. At some point, he would use her and then settle down into his work until they closed up shop, as if nothing happened.

It wasn’t until Friday morning that things got changed up on her. She wrongly had believed the man suffered from some strange sexual dysfunction, one that would have prevented him from actually having sexual intercourse. But Friday morning Clayton proved her wrong.

After they finished their first cup of coffee, Clayton called out to her from his office. As soon as Gina passed through his office door, the large man motioned from her to close and lock it. Once again, her hands started trembling as she reached to turn the tumbler of the lock.

He again met her at the front of his large desk. She automatically started to turn her right ass cheek into his cock, but he stopped her abruptly. His hands, wrapped firmly around her waist, turned her back around to face him. He then leaned forward, lowering his mouth to her neck.

“I’ve been yearning to taste you, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot upon her neck.

Gina’s breath caught when she felt his mouth open widely at the junction of her neck. She next felt his teeth rake lightly against her skin followed by his warm tongue lapping hungrily at her. She exhaled loudly and shivered all over.

Clayton couldn’t help but smirk as he removed his mouth from her lower neck and began kissing her softly and slowly, moving up her neck. He could feel the young woman trembling in his arms. His cock jerked to life in his pants.

It was then the large man kissed her for the first time. He raised his left hand to the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his. Gina gave into the man completely, ravenously sucking at his mouth as much as he was hers. They immediately began snorting and noisily gasping each time their mouths parted for even an instant.

His right hand moved up to her left breast. Clayton squeezed the firm flesh held tightly in place by her bra. He then pulled away from her mouth and raised both hands to her blouse, whereupon his large fingers began anxiously struggling with the buttons. Gina lowered her eyes to watch his efforts, wanting to slap his hands away to do it herself but quickly deciding not to intercede.

Clayton unbuttoned Gina’s blouse down to her navel and pulled the material away to expose her heaving chest. Each hand then clamped down on a bra-covered breast, lifting and squeezing them firmly. Gina gasped again.

The man lowered this head to kiss and suck at her cleavage. Gina brought her left hand up and placed it at the back of Clayton’s head, pulling his head down, urging him to have his way with her. Gina’s body trembled uncontrollably in reaction to the man’s loud sucking and kissing of her breast flesh.

She then raised her right hand to her bra and pulled the material away, lifting out her right breast for the man. Clayton’s mouth hungrily moved to the dark pink areola and nipple. Gina gasped once again, as he sucked the tissue into his mouth and began lapping loudly at it.

She then felt his two hands on her bottom, squeezing the cheeks of her ass and forcefully pulling and lifting her into him.

Clayton moved again to her mouth and neck, then back to her mouth, sucking hungrily at the young woman.

Then suddenly he stopped and backed away. “Strip!” he commanded, his eyes filled with wanton lust.

Though Gina was in a state of near sexual stupor, her need to be used by the man suddenly and completely took over all rational thought. She immediately and very eagerly began to disrobe. Clayton watched as more and more of her flawless flesh became visible.

The large man kicked off his shoes, loosened his tie, unzipped his pants, pulled them off and threw them across his desk and into his chair. He next dropped his briefs. His hard cock swung free and bobbed about in the open air. As he watched Gina pull off her panties, he backed into his desk, dropping his hands to the cold, hard surface.

“Suck me, baby,” he commanded.

Gina focused on the man’s large cock swinging about. She moved forward and captured the heavy, rubbery head between her thumb and forefingers. The woman then lowered herself to a kneeling position in front of the big man.

Clayton jerked; his cock flushed with blood. A wave of sensual electricity ran through his body, as Gina’s fingers wrapped around his hard cock and expertly began jerking him off.

“Fuck!” Clayton gasped aloud. “That’s it, baby. Jack me off, baby, play with my cock.”

Gina began fiercely jacking the man’s hard, thick cock off and looked up into his eyes. Clayton saw lust and sexual craving in them the like of which he had never seen in any woman in his life. His cock got even harder as he watched the woman’s efforts. He pushed his hips forward, straining to thrust his cock harder into the woman’s tight grip.

“Wait, baby!” he panted out, reaching down to grasp an arm and pull her to her feet. Once up, he turned her around, pushed her back to his desk and lifted her atop it. Clayton then reached out for a chair and positioned it in front of her.

He next ran his palms down Gina’s youthful legs, as she held them aloft. Clayton lowered his mouth to first one and then the other inner thigh, running his tongue along the baby-soft flesh. He then moved his nose to her wet pussy and deeply inhaled her aroma.

“Aaahhhhh,” he said with a grin larger than life, “that is such a great smelling pussy.”

Gina’s whole body jerked when she felt his warm tongue run up her slit and begin teasing her erect clit. She inhaled sharply, willing her hips to rise and push her pussy firmly into the man’s hungry mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” Clayton then said. “Tell me how much you want me to eat you.”

Gina voice came out almost in a scream, “Suck my pussy . . . suck it!”

The large man almost laughed out loud at the near out-of-control behavior the young woman was exhibiting. She arrived at her present feverish state faster than any woman he had ever been with. “What a prize,” he thought.

Clayton lowered his mouth to Gina’s wet pussy lips and began sucking and kissing at the hot, blood-flushed flesh. He next ran his thick tongue up and down her inner folds and then raised first one then another ringer to plunge into her sloppy cunt.

Gina’s hips began heaving, humping rhythmically, frantically wanting more than her boss’s fingers inside her. “Fuck me!” she cried out, reaching down to lift Clayton’s head with both hands.

The large man came to his feet and kicked at the chair with the heel of his right foot, pushing it back and out of the way. He then moved up between Gina’s legs, still held high; his cock moving atop her cunt, sliding wetly across her soft skin above her slit.

“You want this cock, baby?” he asked in a way to torment the woman. He lifted it and slapped it heavily against her skin.

“Please!” she exclaimed. “Please . . . Yes!”

Clayton smirked. Just as he had hoped, the woman was so far beyond any point of no return she could be nothing else but his fuck-bitch. That depraved thought pleased him greatly. “What a hot little cunt you are,” he thought next.

He backed away, grasped and steadied his thick cock with his right hand and pushed the large head of it forward into the young woman’s wet folds. He found little resistance. The woman’s pussy was so wet she was dripping.

Clayton pushed the thick member a good five inches into her before beginning to hump the cock in and out. The man was amazed at how hot her pussy was, made doubly so by the result of her grasping out to pull him deeper into her, and wrapping her legs around his back.

He slowly gave the young woman what she wanted. Thrusting his hips forward, he pushed another three inches of hard cock into her. Clayton then settled down into a fast rhythm of intense and powerful thrusts. Gina uttered ‘uuhhs’ and ‘ahhhs’ constantly. Her eyes closed tightly; her head in constant movement against the sensual electricity firing through her; her tongue licking erotically at her full lips.

The large man had not enjoyed himself with such a woman more than a couple of times in his life. Her carnal appetite was utterly, so thoroughly, arousing. Clayton moved his hands to her waist and pulled her solidly back into him just as he exploded deep inside the young woman. He jerked several times and thrust into a dozen more.

Clayton then backed away. His depleting cock sucked out of Gina’s sloppy cunt with an audible sucking, sticky sound. He walked backwards several steps and collapsed into the chair he had kicked away just minutes before.

Gina tried to raise herself off the top of the desk, but she had no energy left in her to do so. Clayton noticed her efforts, stood up and walked to her. He grabbed her left wrist and pulled her up to a seated position.

He then pulled the young woman towards the chair. He flopped back down and pulled her down to her knees.

“Clean it!” he ordered.

There was no hesitation and no argument. Gina had already guessed this would happen. She sat her hands down on either thigh, leaned forward and began licking and sucking cum and pussy juice off of the man’s cock and scrotum.

Clayton’s heavy breathing slowed. He dropped his left hand down on Gina’s head, running fingers into her thick brunette hair. “You are one hot fuck, baby,” he stated, matter-of-factly.
Gina didn’t reply and didn’t raise her head to look at the man. She dutifully continued licking and cleaning the man’s crotch.

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But going back to the first of our story:

Though this all had taken place Friday morning, it didn’t explain why Gina was so conflicted that Friday afternoon.

The reason behind her current state of mind happened shortly after Clayton came back to the office after a long lunch. You see Gina made a mistake; something she wished she could take back almost immediately, but it was now to late to do so.

As soon as the man left for lunch, Gina remembered the 5 x 7 frame she had brought from home with Sara’s high school senior picture in it. As long as she could remember, she had always had pictures on her desk of Sara through the years. The night before, however, she decided it was time to put the picture gallery behind her. Just one picture of her daughter would be on her desk from this point onward. Although, she hoped to soon have a current picture of the two of them taken together at some point.

And now the reason for Gina’s consternation begins to come into focus.

As Clayton walked into the office after lunch, he stopped at Gina’s desk. The large man’s right hand reached out and lifted the picture of Sara.

“Wow!” Clayton exclaimed. “Who is this? Is this your daughter, Gina?”

Gina wasn’t surprised at the large man’s reaction. Sara was stunning.

“Yes,” she replied with a very satisfied motherly smile. “That’s my baby.”

Clayton’s eyes moved from the photo to Gina. “This is no baby,” he said, looking totally flabbergasted. “This, my dear, is a grown woman.”

“Thank you,” Gina replied, always pleased to see another person agree with her on just how beautiful Sara was.

“Would she be willing to come to work as a student-aide?”

That question almost floored Gina. She felt every bit of air leave her body and cold chills ran through her. Gina tried hard to keep her composure, returning a smile. She didn’t say a word in reply.

“No, serious,” Clayton stated. “I mean it. You must let me meet her. I need to see her in person.”

Gina was shocked. She had to fight to find words to answer the man but still be gracious at the same time. “She is much too busy with schoolwork to have a job right now.”

“Well, irregardless of that, I still want to meet her. Let me take the two of you to dinner next week. Then we can go back to my place. You guys will love it. You might even want to bring along your bathing suits, as I’ve got this big ol’ hot tub I rarely ever use. We can get to all know each other a lot better. And I’d love to get some pictures of her. I forgot to tell you I’m a budding photographer.”

It was Gina who was totally flabbergasted now. She didn’t know what on earth to say, how to respond. She just smiled politely as the large man continued to hold the picture frame near his face, undressing her daughter with his eyes.

So, now we know why Gina’s mind was in such turmoil that Friday afternoon. The thought she must leave her new job and leave this wicked man wouldn’t leave her mind. She was so conflicted. And Gina knew she would never be able to refuse the man access to her daughter and hope to keep her new job at the same time. That just wouldn’t happen. The man had used her now. She happened to be his latest conquest. If she refused, he would probably write her last check and she would be out the door.

What had just about worked out to be a week of abuse she could live with now seemed to have thrown her back up against a wall. She now found herself to be between what the old-timers call a rock and a hard place. And she had no idea what to do.

Though something did come to mind . . . something that might help . . . something she had given a bit of thought to this week. She realized, as she watched the minute hand on the office clock cover the twelve, she was fixing to have a busy weekend.