The Secretary

The Secretary

Warning: This story is rated NC-17. If you are too young to read this story, please leave now. This tale contains numerous and very graphic sexual encounters. Those suffering from nasty, uncontrollable bouts of maniacal masturbation should take great care in reading this story and proceed with extreme caution. :)

Authors Note: This is a joint story brought to you by LordMerle and Soleil Jya. Please leave a review to let us know if this appeals to you or not.

Author's past stories published on this site include: "Woof"; "Family Ties"; "Having It Her Way"

Note: Please join me in SL, if you are already a member. You will find me there as LordMerle Spear. If you need help or want to find out more, please send an email to lordmerle@yahoo.com

As always, underage sex doesn't happen in my stories.


Chapter 1

* * * * *

His right hand lay heavily between her shoulder blades; his left ran slowly down the back of her pleated skirt, feeling the firm, perfectly rounded shape of the girl’s young ass. The man’s thick, heavy cock strained mightily against the restraining material of his briefs and pants, begging to be let loose, to swing free in open air, anxious to feel its rubbery head move over her warm, flawless skin, yearning to pry its way into the teenagers hot, tight little cunt.

The man slowly fondled the taut ass flesh, relishing the unsullied, unexploited tightness of it, taking his time, enjoying the feel of the teenager’s spasmodic moves and sensuous outbursts. He next deliberately lowered his hand down the back of the short skirt, grasping the material and pulling it up above her bottom, uncovering the flawless, baby-smooth softness of her tight ass flesh.

What he now saw and felt reminded him of another time, another place and another girl. One he had also bent over a table in the same way. He smiled a most wicked smile. “Yes,” the man thought, as he lowered his nose to sample the aroma of her hot little pussy. “She is a spitting image of her mother.”

* * * * *

For over an hour, Gina had repeatedly glanced up at the minute hand of the large, white-faced clock that hung on the office wall. Her nervous state had little to do with normal Friday, end-of-work giddiness; it had to do with much more than that.

As she watched the steady sweep of the black second hand usher in the end of her first full workweek at her new job, a wave of trepidation cascaded through her mind. As uneasy and apprehensive as that made her feel, the realization she had to keep this job went to war with those misgivings. Her mind was in turmoil.

She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly but deliberately. The tension in her neck and shoulders diminished by the smallest of degrees. The pragmatic side of her nature fought for control, allowing her to relax as best as she could.

Gina had been so desperate to land this job. As a single mom, she couldn’t afford to go through any more weeks of job interviews or face the prospect of not having a steady paycheck any longer. This job had to work out. She just had to make it work.

Her new boss, Clayton, the reason for her anxiety, was an older man of at least forty-five. In just four days working for the large man, she completely understood why other secretaries hadn’t lasted long at his insurance company. He was, beyond any doubt, the most extreme type A personality and true alpha male she’d ever been around.

Moreover, he was a total sexual pervert, the like of which she would have never thought even existed. The vast majority of women would have cringed over just his following them constantly around the room with his eyes, undressing and fondling them incessantly. And his constant and overtly sexual innuendoes and actions should have been more than enough to land him in court at some point. But sexual innuendoes, leering looks and his touchy-feely hands were the very least of it. In fact, that was all just innocent play compared to what she had to bear to land and keep her new job.

It had all started the day of her job interview. She had sat in a chair across from him at his desk. His eyes repeatedly moved from her job application to her legs, to her breasts and then on to her neck and hair. His eyes filled with lustful, wanton desire whenever their eyes connected. It was so obvious he was seeking to receive confirmation from her, an acknowledgment he expected his blatant, non-verbal actions to reveal. The man clearly desired to measure her reactions, to see just how far this young woman in such desperate need of a job was willing to go.

“I see you haven’t worked for a couple of months, Gina,” he had said, speaking her name a bit loudly, almost in a condescending way. “What happened to make you leave your last job, hun? Was it something you did?”

Gina flushed. She had not had someone take such a tone with her since she was a teenager. A vision immediately passed through her mind of how one of the girls back at her old office would have instantly lashed back at the man for being so rude and snobbish. But Gina had never been that way. She had often wondered if she even had a backbone. She always realized it was for that very reason she had suffered such abuse most of her life. Abuse at the hands of both men and women. She had never been able to stand her ground or fight back. Her life had always been one of meek obedience.

“No, sir,” she had replied, lowering her eyes to the large purse she held in her lap. “It was nothing like that. I needed to find a job that paid better. You can call my old boss there, if you like. He will vouch for me. I’ve always been a hard worker, sir.”

The man smiled. He looked again at the application and moved his right index finger to a box on the page. “I don’t blame you for wanting to find another job, hun. Your salary was deplorable. If you work for me, your salary would easily double this miserable wage.”

The older man’s eyes moved unhurriedly through the application. Taking his time, enjoying with fiendish pleasure the angst he was causing the beautiful young woman, relishing the feeling that she so desperately needed what he could only give her, knowing she was almost frantic, helplessly eager, to land this job, his job, her last and final hope it would seem.

Exhaling loudly, as one would tend to do before relating bad news, the man shook his head. “But nothing in your application really tells me you are the right person for the job. And Gina, I don’t pay such a high wage for basic secretarial work, hun. You would have to put up with a lot from me. I am quite the taskmaster.”

The man’s tone made her feel anxious. Was he excusing her? Was she not going to be considered for the job? What did he mean? Her heart skipped a beat.

“I don’t mind working hard, sir. If you need me to work extra hours or come in earlier, I can do that. I don’t mind,” she nervously blurted out. But even as the words poured out of her mouth, Gina knew she came across weak and timid.

A slight smile came to his face. The big man shuffled Gina’s application about in his hands but looked her right in the eyes. She was unable to hold his stare and bashfully looked away.

“I believe you mean that, dear. Or maybe it’s just that you want me to believe that. Tell me, Gina, just how bad do you want this job?”

Her eyes looked back into his for just a second but quickly lowered to stare at the application held in his large hands.

Gina noticeably gulped; her eyes shifted about as if searching for an answer or the best way to reply. “As you can see on my application, sir, I have a 17-year-old daughter. She is able to take care of herself, if I need to work late. My time is yours at work, sir. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.” She then bravely looked up into the man’s face, looking him right in the eye, hoping he would see how earnest she was, how forthright.

The large man smiled once again. He was clearly pleased at those words, and the woman’s desperation seemed to also be what he had so wanted to hear. At the time, however, the shapely brunette had no idea what was going through the man’s mind. He delighted in the young woman’s trepidation. A cascading wave of sensual electricity coursed through him. He lowered his left hand to his hard cock and squeezed the thick, heavy shaft. “If only this little bitch knew how hot I was to bend her over,” he thought. He brought the hand back up from under the desk and grasped the application.

“And I would expect nothing less from you,” he gratifyingly replied. “I’m out of the old school, Gina. If you should work for me, I’d expect whatever happens inside these walls to stay inside these walls. You understand me?”

She nodded her head, hoping against all hope the man might actually hire her.

“I’ve closely studied human nature my whole life,” the man continued. “And as I’m sure you know, humanity can mostly be divided into two general spheres. Clearly, those would be masters and servants, my dear. You understand that, don’t you?”

Gina raised her eyes once again to look into the man’s face but just as quickly lowered her eyes to the man’s hands once again. She nodded in agreement.

“I have found, empirically speaking, when we know our proper place and do our jobs accordingly, things just seem to go much better for us. We are happier and have fewer conflicts.”

Once more, the woman nodded her head in understanding.

“Now stand up, dear,” the large man commanded. “And turn around . . . let me have a good look at you.”

Gina’s eyes opened wide at his request, but she instantly came to her feet. She sat her purse down in the chair and slowly turned around, even though she had no idea at the time what this was all about.

“Very nice,” the man remarked.

She immediately noticed a lustful look return to the man’s face. His eyes moved over her body, feeling her off and slowly undressing her with his eyes. Gina’s hands and knees began to tremble.

Standing five feet, four inches tall, the 34-year-old woman was trim and athletically built. Her thick brown hair fell to her shoulders and outlined a very youthful face of flawless, lightly tanned skin. Her brown eyes were fathomless, having a trusting, innocent look about them. The woman’s lips were full and naturally turned up slightly at the edges, giving her a pleasing and contented look. But Gina didn’t feel the least bit contented at that moment in time. Truth be known, she was actually more than just a little bit uneasy.

“You are very attractive, hun,” the large man remarked, coming to his feet and moving around his desk. “Yes,” he continued, almost in a whisper, “I think you will do very nicely.”

With that said, the man walked up close and wrapped his arms around her. “Yes, I think you will do just fine.” She stiffened under him and felt his large hands fall to her waist. She attempted to back away, but he tightened his grip.

Clayton lowered his mouth to her left ear and whispered, “No, dear. You must never pull away from me. Not until I’m through. Do you understand?”

At first she wasn’t sure just what the big man meant, but she stood there, as commanded, and let him pull her hip into his crotch. She immediately felt his hard cock rubbing against her. Gina closed her eyes; her body began trembling uncontrollably in his grasp.

“There, there,” he said, in a soothing yet assertive way. “Now that’s not so bad, is it? You are very clearly a submissive young woman, my dear. I find that very agreeable. And for that very reason I’m convinced you will work out nicely here in my office.”

Gina couldn’t find the words to respond, though she finally and nervously nodded her head.

He raised the palm of his left hand to her stomach and lightly rubbed her through the fabric of her blouse. “I will expect the same from you everyday, dear. If you want to work for me, I’ll have you do nothing less than what you are told to do. You understand me, don’t you?”

Gina nodded her head; her eyes closed; her breath held. The man’s large hands holding her so tightly both scared her but oddly felt like something she so desperately needed, something she had been secretly craving for so long. It had been so many years since a man had held her in such a way. She stood still for what seemed like an eternity while the large man pushed his hard cock firmly into her hip.

Somewhere down deep in her psyche, something urged her to lower her fingers to his cock and massage the meaty organ, to pleasure the man. But no sooner than the idea entered her mind, it struck her as such a deviant, sinful thought. She offered no resistance as the man turned her slightly, allowing him a bit better access to her shapely backside.

The man grinned broadly, knowing the young woman would be one to follow any order given. She would become his little fuck-toy, and that thought thrilled him in a depraved and lascivious way. Being that she had stood still all the while and had allowed him to gratify himself in such a raw and sexually egregious manner left little doubt in his mind that he would be able to use her as he saw fit. It also gave him great pleasure to realize he would need to give her a bit of direction from time to time. All in all, he was certain she would do as she was told. He then lowered his right hand to her right ass cheek and gave it a good squeeze.

“Fine then, you be here at 9:00 in the morning. You’ll stay until 5:00, unless I need you longer. Don’t worry about the details. We’ll work all that out as we go. Do you understand?”

Gina nodded her head once again. She caught her breath and in little more than a whisper said, “Thank you, sir. I’ll do my best.”

“Yes,” Clayton replied. “Yes, dear, I expect you will.” He then walked Gina to the office door and wished her a good evening.

Clayton locked the office door and immediately made his way to the restroom. His briefs were soaked with precum. As he began mopping up the sticky, glistening fluid, his thoughts went back to the woman standing still for him, letting him use her so transparently. His heavy cock jerked at the thought and instantly began throbbing. He lowered his left hand and warped his fingers around the semi-rigid shaft. Clayton then closed his eyes and slowly began jerking off, envisioning the beautiful brunette down on her knees, opening her mouth, seeing her pink tongue splayed out to eagerly welcome the thick, rubbery head of his cock to her warm moist mouth.

He had so wanted to bend the young cunt over his desk, after she allowed him to gratify himself against her hip and butt. But he also knew it would be best to let her have a night to think about things. He didn’t need her changing her mind all of the sudden, becoming hysterical, and running off to the police crying rape. No. He had gone through the motions just as he had done in the past a number of times. Clayton had a system. He knew it well. And he would keep to it. He’d push his thick cock into the young woman soon enough. Further, Clayton realized when he finally did the deed the woman would be so wet she’d be almost raping him. That thought delighted him even more. A wicked grin came upon his face.