“Come in!”
My secretary Carrie shimmied her sweet ass through my door. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of her. Looking at her was the highlight of my day, every day.
She was 23, with long dark hair falling over her shoulders in soft chestnut waves. A pale, angelic face with a freckled nose and wide, innocent blue eyes. Most provocative of all, her full mouth with its permanently pouting bottom lip. She would bite on it when concentrating hard and I’d lost count of the number of times that I had imagined crushing it under my own teeth. Little did she know, I intended to make that fantasy real within the hour.
As she approached my large oak desk, I let my eyes wander over her body. She favored pencil skirts and blouses. All perfectly ladylike and proper, but always tight enough to display her ample curves. A week after she started working for me, I had adjusted the lighting around my desk to make her shirts see-through whenever she sat across from me. She had never realized. I don’t think she had any idea of the thousand filthy scenarios I had imagined between us. At 53, I’m comfortably old enough to be her father and I can only assume that she thought that made me indifferent to her considerable charms. Nothing could have been further from the truth and I had been plotting my way to this day ever since she started working for me. My cock was already half-hard as I looked forward to tonight’s events.
She looked at me expectantly, waiting for instruction.
“Thanks for staying late for this meeting Carrie.” I had wanted to wait until the floor was empty for this first liaison. If she panicked and fled, I couldn’t risk the rest of the office witnessing it. I owned the company, but buying 200 employees’ silence was an expense I’d rather avoid. I’d done this enough times over the years to learn the value of stealth and discretion in the early stages with a new toy. It was dark outside, the lamps were on and, right on cue, I could see the curve of both of her tits through her silky blouse.
I pressed my hands together, already anticipating squeezing those bouncy little orbs between them.
I decided to pause a few moments longer, Carrie fidgeted, in a state of unease, crossing and recrossing her smooth bare legs. I savored the image and began:
“So… I wanted to speak to you after everyone had left, so that there were no interruptions.”
Carrie looked at me, curious.
“I’ve become aware that there are some… let’s call them irregularities in our accounts. There has been substantial abuse of your company credit card.”
Carrie spluttered in shock. “Abuse? What in the world?”
Her reaction was no surprise. She wasn’t aware of the abuse as she hadn’t caused it. I’d recorded the card’s details before handing it over to her and had periodically spent large sums online at the websites of upscale department stores and jewelers. My wife and daughters got some expensive presents that I wrote off in the background and I had the frisson of knowing that their squeals of pleasure over the gifts were directly contributing to the downfall of my next plaything. Carrie was the seventh employee of mine that I’d pulled this trick on and I’d only honed my skills over the years. It had gotten substantially easier since the internet. She’d never seen the statements that I now brandished under her nose, tens of thousands of dollars in trinkets and other pretty things.
She shuffled through the pages, horrified. “But, Mr Anderson…. Sir, this wasn’t me! I would never.”
This was true. She would never. It was precisely this innocence and her tight peachy ass, that had made me decide to hire her eight months ago, shortly after I had gotten bored of my last quarry and had let her leave my clutches with a fat check. I’m a depraved filthy bastard, but I’m not an asshole. Time to ramp this up a notch and made clear to her the scale of predicament she was in.
“Carrie, who else could it have been? You know you have to keep that card locked in your desk at all times. It’s not even allowed to leave the building, specifically to avoid this type of fraud. How could anyone else possibly have had access to it? It broke my fucking heart when I realized that you must have taken advantage of my trust in you”.
I had to keep myself from laughing out loud as I delivered this last with absolute sincerity. The requirement to keep the card was a measure I’d implemented so that the girls found themselves trapped in this web. Of course, if any of them challenged me and sought outside advice, I’d be in serious fucking trouble, and fast. But I picked my girls carefully. They trusted me, could not imagine that I would think up such a fiendish plot. I also kept them young and just the right side of dumb. Smart enough to do the job well, but not worldly or perceptive enough to figure out what had happened to them. And I had mastered my role of kindly, indulgent boss, now righteously outraged by their deception.
Carrie kept staring at the credit card statements, aghast. She turned the pages over and over, as if hoping that all those rows of numbers would somehow change or disappear.
“Now, you’re aware that there is a clause in your contract that specifically relates to abuse of company funds. These expenditures would fall into that category.”
The clause was buried amidst endless fine print and only appeared in the contracts of the girls I thought I might want to fuck one day. I added it personally whenever the time came. HR just knew that I periodically took an interest in the hiring paperwork and were yet to realize that I occasionally sent some of the documents back with modified sections. If I were ever stupid enough to want to fuck anyone in HR, I had enough evidence of their sloppy work to blackmail any of them without all this extra effort. But it was wiser to stick with these naïve young ingenues who knew jack shit about employment law.
This particular clause said that we would prosecute credit card fraud to the fullest extent of the law and that we would take civil proceedings to recover all monies, with the perpetrator liable for all our legal costs. It was not remotely enforceable, but, again, most of the girls never read the fine print, let alone considered its ramifications. And as none of them intended to defraud the company, it was irrelevant to them. Until I made my move.
I theatrically pulled out Carrie’s employment contract and read out the relevant passages, emphasizing the starker words, like “prosecute”, “criminal”, “police”, “stolen funds”, “punishable by up to twenty years in jail”. This last was a total lie, this offence only carried 18 months or so, but the girls were always so frantic by now that logic and reason deserted them. Carrie started to cry, silent tears running down her cheeks at first, then sobbing helplessly into her hands as my voice became sterner and the potential consequences more dire. My cock was now fully erect, I sensed I was so close to her total surrender to whatever I wanted. I could already almost taste her pussy on my tongue.
“So Carrie… Regrettably, I think the only option for me here is to call the police.” Laying it on thick, I started to move my hand towards the phone.
“No! Sir! Please! I’ll do anything! I can try to pay the money back. Or to work out how this happened. Please just let me do that.”
I pretended to consider this. I fake-tapped some numbers on my keyboard. “Carrie, you stole nearly 120,000 dollars, all told. Where are you going to get that kind of money? We’d have to fire you, for a start. I couldn’t ever trust you again after this.”
“Mr Anderson, this wasn’t me, I swear it. I don’t understand how this has happened.”
Shaking my head, feigning deep sadness and disappointment, I said “Carrie, there isn’t anyone else it could have been. Or, you’ve been so negligent with company property that you’ve enabled someone else stealing thousands upon thousands of dollars from us. I’m sure you understand my position.”
She sobbed uncontrollably. “Please Mr Anderson, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
This was my cue. Time to play the final hand. Judging this moment was critical, but I hadn’t fucked it up yet.
“Anything, Carrie?”
“Yes, Sir. Yes! Anything. Please.”
“I mean, you’re asking me to overlook a flagrant abuse of trust, squandering 120,000 bucks, hard-earned by every employee at this company and to spare you guaranteed jail time. What do you think you could possibly do to offset that? Hmmm, Carrie? What do you think that you have that I would want?”
She looked down, utterly despondent. “I don’t know Sir.”
God, I fucking loved this part. I paused a few more moments, letting her contemplate the sudden implosion of her future.
“Now, Carrie. I’ve always liked you. You know that, don’t you?”
Smiling through her sniffles, she looked up and said “Yes Sir. I love working here so much. You’ve been so good to me.”
“I have been good to you Carrie.” Speaking gently, the tone of my words at odds with my dark intentions, I continued, “I’m willing to give you the chance to show me how sorry you are. To earn your way out of this situation. To be good to me.”
“Oh Sir!” She looked up, eyes shining with hope and unshed tears. “Please, yes. I can work twice as hard. Whatever you need.”
“Carrie, I’d need you to take on considerable extra duties. And the… nature of our relationship would need to change.” I waited to see if the penny had dropped yet. She continued looking at me innocently. “I would need you to be available to me at all times.” A long pause. “In all ways.” I fell silent and looked her up and down pointedly.
As with each of her predecessors, I enjoyed watching confusion, then awareness, then horror flit across her face.
“Mr Anderson- “
“Let’s stick to Sir from now on, shall we?” I sat back in my chair, fingers templed under my chin, waiting for her to submit, as I knew she would.
She looked at me, finally fully aware of the power I had over her. My cock throbbed. She cleared her throat and started again “Sir, I’m not sure what it is that you mean… Sir.”
“Really Carrie? Are you sure? You’re a smart girl.” Not smart enough to realize she was being hustled, but still. “You said you were willing to do anything. Is that true or not?”
“But, Sir, I never thought…”
“Carrie, I’ll lay it out for you. You said you were willing to do anything. Anything.” She flinched at this. I nearly had her, I knew it.
I carried on, my tone becoming harsher and more demanding. “I, in turn, am willing to take you at your word. I’m also willing to overlook your crimes” heavy emphasis here again “if you make your body available to me, whenever I want, until further notice.” She gasped as I continued “I will expect you to service me sexually whenever and in whatever ever way I want, you will wear what I say, you will do what I say and if you decline this arrangement or tell a single soul about it then I will have you thrown in jail so fast that your fucking head will spin. Do you understand, Carrie?”
She sobbed silently, shaking her head, not understanding how her life had suddenly been yanked from under her. I walked to stand behind her chair. Putting a hand on each of her shoulders, I applied gentle pressure, my thumbs soothingly rubbing her hunched shoulder blades. “Carrie, I’d hate to see you throw your whole future away at such a young age. We can both get what we want here. I can help you.”
Snaking a hand down her body, I squeezed one of her plump tits. “A sweet young thing like you in prison? Terrible things will happen to you Carrie. I would hate for that.” Still squeezing and fondling her tit in a circular motion as she tensed beneath me, I continued “Why get fucked and groped by a dozen disease-ridden prison guards, when we could have such a nice time together?”. She started to wail as I gave one final hard squeeze and then walked back to sit behind my desk, cock now tenting my pants impressively – I’m a big guy, I don’t know what to tell you.
Speaking briskly and matter-of-factly, I went on “If we can come to an agreement, I will allow you to continue working here on your current salary. You will maintain your current duties, but in addition you will be mine to fuck whenever I wish. I will be discreet about the arrangement and I will mainly use you within the confines of this office, both during and after work hours.
Occasionally I may require you to service me elsewhere. I already enjoy the way you dress, but from now on you’ll no longer wear panties and you’ll wear stockings for me under those tight little skirts of yours. We will continue this agreement until I say so. I don’t expect you to date anyone during this time and I will be coming copiously inside your tight little snatch, so I suggest you make whatever lifestyle adjustments you need so as not to find yourself inconvenienced. Now, Carrie. What’s it to be? Are we going to be friends, or am I calling the police?”
She said nothing, a picture of total misery and disbelief, whilst still utterly fuckable. Again, I stretched my hand out to my phone as I spoke the final words. I smiled as I watched her wrestle with this choice. As I punched the first number, she blurted out “No! No! Don’t call. I’ll do it!”
“What will you do Carrie?”
“What you asked”
“Call me Sir, Carrie. Know your place. And tell me exactly what you’re agreeing to.”
She looked up at me through a cloud of hair, eyes swollen from crying, “I’ll be yours Sir. I’ll be yours to…”
“To fuck, Carrie. You’ll be mine to fuck, whenever, wherever and however I want. Say it.”
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