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I walked into my office with a spring in my step on Tuesday morning. The night before, I had spent a delicious couple of hours with my gorgeous young secretary, Carrie. 30 years younger than me with the tightest ass and, it had turned out, the sweetest little snatch I had ever seen.
She was the latest in a long line of employees I’d coerced into fucking me in every way that I could think of. Just like all the rest, she had begged and cajoled and then been forced to submit. Over time, most of the girls had then become willing, even ardent, participants in my game.
A couple of them had never overcome their distaste and I took huge satisfaction from forcing them to service me through their endless tears and pleas for a few weeks, but it became tiresome after a while. I’d release those ones from the arrangement within a month or - as long as it took me to accumulate enough footage of our sordid games to ensure that they’d never dare to complain at having been summarily fired without notice. There’s no room for sourpusses in my organisation.
Carrie, though, had been uniquely responsive, almost from the start. What a sweet and amenable little puss she was. She’d been begging for my cock last night. She’d had her fill of it and I looked forward to obliging her further by shoving its thick length down her throat just as soon as she brought me my morning coffee. My dick twitched at the thought.
Right on cue, she came through the door at 8:30. She deposited the cup at my desk, as usual, then hovered uncertainly, waiting for instruction.
“Morning, Carrie.”
“Good morning, Mr. Anderson.”
“Carrie, sweetheart. It’s ‘Sir’ from now on when you and I are together. You can call me Mr. Anderson in front of other people for propriety’s sake, but in private I’m only ever Sir to you in future. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Taking a sip of my coffee, I asked casually “How’s your pussy today?”
She blushed deeply and trembled. I could feel myself getting hard already, this girl was exquisite.
“Ummm… It’s, it’s fine, Sir. Thank you.”
“Show me.”
“Sir?”
“Did you not hear me, Carrie?”
“But… it’s so early, Sir”
I laughed out loud. “It’s always pussy o’clock in this office, Carrie. Now lift up your skirt and let me take a look at you.”
She looked around, furtively, as if afraid someone might see. There was no risk of that. My office was wood-panelled on all but the external wall, which had one giant floor-to-ceiling window that ran its length. We couldn’t be seen from any of the neighbouring buildings. The window cleaners came on the third Thursday of every month and I had, occasionally, gotten one of my girls to put on quite a show for them, but Carrie was weeks away from that task. For now, I was keeping her strictly for my eyes only.
I’d also had the whole thing soundproofed a while back, saying that I found the chatter from the rest of the floor to be too distracting. Which, actually it had been. Nothing like Cathy in Accounts hooting with laughter over a cat video to kill the mood when I was trying to discipline one of my dirty girls. I’d managed to turn this room into my own private little den of debauchery - no wonder I put in so many hours at the office.
Snapping back to attention I saw that Carrie was still hesitating.
“Carrie, I don’t enjoy being kept waiting. You know that.”
“Sorry Sir.”
She composed herself and, taking a corner of her hem in each hand, she wiggled her hips as she lifted her skirt up, revealing herself to me. As it inched up, I saw that she had followed my instructions and was wearing a black garter belt and stockings. I’d reward her for her obedience later but, for now, watching the slow progress of the skirt up her thighs commanded my full attention. Soon enough, her plump little pussy was fully revealed, immaculately framed by the garter belt. My eyes roamed over her creamy flesh, contrasted against the black nylon and lace. Fuck, my cock was rock-hard already.
“I believe I have nothing on the schedule for the next hour, is that right?” I already knew this, I’d cleared it deliberately a few days ago, knowing that this would be The Morning After I first claimed her. But I wanted her to know that she wouldn’t be leaving this office any time soon.
“Yes Sir, that’s correct.”
“Get your ass over on this side of the desk.” She nodded and made to smooth her skirt down, “No, leave your skirt exactly where it is.”
She walked towards me and I savoured every moment, watching her swaying hips making their way over to me. She was wearing a higher heel today. “I like your shoes, Carrie. Did you wear those for me?”
Blushing again, she nodded shyly. “I thought you might like these, Sir.”
“I do Carrie, very much.”
As she stood by my side, I ran an appreciative hand along the length of her thigh. Tucking an index finger under one of the straps of her garter belt, I pulled it out, away from her body, then released it again, hard, enjoying the snap onto her skin that made her jump.
Trailing my fingers back down her thigh, I moved my hand to cup her pussy. It was steaming hot. I ran the edge of my thumb slowly up and down her smooth slit, her thighs already starting to shake from this light contact. I moved my middle finger slightly, parting her pussy lips and starting to push inside her wetness. She was already creaming hard for me. I had a live one here!
I ignored the demands of my cock to thrust it into her pussy there right there and then, and resolved to take my time with her. We were still getting to know one another, after all.
She moaned softly as I forced my finger deeper into her needy little cunt. Slipping my thumb between her folds, I started to circle it gently against her clit. She put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself, her desire making her totter on those heels of hers. She kept her eyes on me throughout, as I’d instructed her to do at all times the night before. I smiled to myself as I appreciated what a willing little submissive she was turning out to be.
Settling back into the leather of my chair, I pushed a second finger into her tight channel, as she leaned harder against me. With my other hand, I pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and, pushing my hand up inside it, cupped one of her perfect tits, stroking her nipple over her bra with my thumb. She started to buck against my fingers. I removed my hand from her fevered cunt, prompting her to groan in dismay.
“Clothes off, keep only the garter belt, hose and heels on.”
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