Official Business

I’m enjoying my new job working for you in your small but successful company. I’m a somewhat naïve secretary but you seem to particularly like that about me as well as the fact that I seem to ooze sexuality without even realising it. The company only has three other people working for it – all men. I love nothing more than sexy clothes and men, so it suits me fine.

I’m working on an urgent letter you’ve told me type when you call me on the intercom.

‘Electra, come into my office immediately’

‘Yes Sir’ I answer, grabbing my pen and paper and hurrying into your office. I’ve learnt quickly that you’re demanding and expect your requests to be met promptly.

‘I’ve been studying the clothes you’ve been wearing every day and frankly they’re too revealing’ you tell me. ‘How am I suppose to concentrate on work with sex thrust in my face all the time?’

‘I’m sorry sir’ I answer ‘I thought that maybe all the men in the company were open-minded and – well, might even enjoy it.’

‘Enjoy it? I could be grounds for dismissal you little tart. Just how much do you want to keep your job?’

‘Oh sir I love this job! I so enjoy working for you and the other guys, you’re all so friendly. Please don’t fire me!’

‘So you don’t mind people getting a little friendly eh? No wonder you just smile and giggle when one of us grabs your arse at the photocopier or comment on how your nipples are visible when it’s cold.’

I become aware that the wrap-around white shirt I’m wearing doesn’t wrap quite far enough at the front, and my lacy red bra is showing. I almost anticipate what you’re going to say.

‘Look at the shirt you’re wearing now for instance. What do you call that?’

I lower my eyes and blush.

‘I said, what do you call that?’ you repeat and I realise it’s not a rhetorical question.

‘A low cut shirt sir’ I mumble.

‘And what can we see when you wear the low cut shirt?’

‘My bra’

‘And why are you wearing the bra?’

‘Well, to cover my breasts’

‘Cover your breasts?’ you laugh ‘I think you wear it to push up your tits and draw attention to them. Now tell me again why you wear a bra?’

I’m not sure why you are getting me to answer these questions but I sense my job is at stake so I search for the answer you want to hear. ‘I wear a bra, sir to push up my tits and draw attention to them.’ I suddenly realise I am also wearing the shortest of mini skirts and strappy high heels.

Your tone seems to become more serious. ‘Well if you want to keep your job, then you’re going to have to prove you deserve it. But first I want to ascertain just how appropriate your outfit is for work.’

I shift my weight, uncomfortably aware of the attention on me.

‘Now pick up the box I’ve left on the floor just over there.’

Through the cellophane packaging I see that it’s a shiny silver vibrator. I guess that it’s a gift for your wife. As I crouch down to pick it up you stop me.

‘No. Turn away from me and keep your legs straight’

I get a little nervous knowing what I would reveal doing that but I’m even more nervous about disobeying you. As I bend I can feel my skirt rising higher and higher over my arse and as I reach for the box, I picture how I would now be exposing my arse cheeks fully along with the tiny red g-string barely covering my pussy lips.

‘Stay there’ you say firmly. ‘Now describe in detail what you think I can see.’

My face flushes, partly because my head is down and partly because I’m embarrassed at having to verbalise such a thing. I muster the courage.

‘Sir you’d be able to see my whole arse and my panties and probably the outline of my pussy lips through them.’

There is silence for while and I wonder what you’re doing. I wonder if I should stand up but quickly think better of it. Suddenly I feel a slap on my arse, so hard it nearly topples me forward. ‘Are THOSE suitable panties for an office?’ you ask.

‘No sir, I’m sorry, I won’t wear them again’ I say, hoping you’ll now let me stand up.

‘That’s what you think you little whore. As punishment you will wear a g-string everyday whether you want to or not and I will conduct a panty inspection for you to prove it. Now go and sit on the sofa over there.’

I’m temporarily relieved that I can straighten up my skirt but as I sit on the Chesterfield sofa it rides straight back up again and I feel the cold leather against the back of my thighs and pussy lips. I cross my legs and try to pull the skirt back down a little. You see me struggling.

‘Don’t bother, it won’t be on for long. Now spread your legs apart.’

I’m shocked to hear the instruction but strangely the next thought that passes through my mind is that I’m glad I shaved my pussy lips that morning. I tentatively part my knees and wriggle to spread my legs as they stick to the leather. As I imagine how I must look in this position, I notice that I’m getting slightly moist.

‘Undo your shirt and open it’ you demand. Somewhat nervously I fumble to untie the wrap strings at back, open it and pull the shoulders down slightly so that my bra is exposed.

“What do you think I can see now?’

‘My bra and my g-string.’ I answer but as you raise your eyebrow I know you’re waiting for a more descriptive answer.

‘My g-string pulling into my crack, revealing my moist pussy lips’ I say, hoping you’ll accept it.

You recline back in your chair with an air of confidence and put your hands behind your head without taking your eyes off me.

‘Take off your panties and lift your tits up over your bra to expose yourself to me’.

‘Oh please no sir’ I beg ‘Not here in the office!’

‘I said, take them off!’ you repeat more firmly.

I figure that I’m not going to get out of it so I try to go with the flow. I stand and turn my back to you so that as I lean over and slide my panties off, I expose myself fully and the little triangle of the panty crutch peels away glistening with pussy juice. I sit back down and as instructed, pull the lace cups of my bra down so that my breasts are sitting out pointy with nipples erect. I lean back and part my knees slightly, self-conscious of how exposed I now am.

‘You’re going to need some training if you want to keep working for me. Don’t you remember I told you to spread your legs?’

‘Yes sir’ I quiver as I obediently spread them wider.

‘And put your arms behind your back and thrust your tits out towards me’ you add.’

I tremble a little as I realise that the other men in the company could walk in at any moment but strangely that also makes me somewhat excited. You lean back in your chair again, looking pleased with yourself that you have such an obedient girl for your office pleasure.

‘You little slut!’ you say mockingly. ‘How do you feel sitting there in front of your boss with your legs spread wide and tits thrust out?’

‘Vulnerable and embarrassed sir.’

‘And you’ll be even more embarrassed now’ you respond. ‘I want you to describe in detail what you’re doing.’

I try to gain the courage to respond to your liking as I know you won’t let me get away with anything less.

‘I’m sitting in my boss’s office on his lounge with my tits and pussy exposed.’

You interrupt ‘What’s another name for pussy?’

I know what you want to hear and I squirm as I find the courage to say it ‘Cunt, sir.’ My pussy twinges in response to saying the word. I grow more excited.

‘Then tell me again properly’

I elaborate ‘I’m sitting here with my tits thrust forward, my exposed nipples getting harder and my legs spread wide so that my cunt is open for you.’

‘Well I’m glad that you agree your cunt is open for me – as it will be any time I desire in the future. But right now there’s another matter that needs attention.’

I immediately think of the urgent letter I was typing for you.

‘Come over here’ you say and I realise that your mind has not yet returned to official business.

It’s difficult to stand up as my thighs audibly peel from the leather and I push myself up off the lounge. My pussy though, slides off easily, leaving a wet trail.

‘Did I say you could put your arms down?’ you bark.

Instinctively I respond and put my hands behind my head as I walk over to you. Standing before you with my tits exposed and skirt still scrunched up around my waist, I wonder what part of me you will grab first. Then I remember the vibrator. Perhaps you will use it on me. The air of uncertainty of what will come next do has me somewhat fearful but not without excitement. As if tuning in to my vulnerability, you merely eye me up and down for what seems like an eternity.

‘Kneel’ you finally order.

As I drop to my knees with my hands still behind my head, you unzip your fly and release the cock that’s been straining under your pants. I’m can guess what the next order will be but dutifully wait for your instruction. You delay again, seemingly enjoying seeing me there with nothing to do but feel the humiliation of the situation. I’m confused at how the position I’m in is turning me on but I relish the opportunity to drool over your rock-hard manhood. I focus on your prominent knob and imagine it sliding into my cunt.

Finally you break the silence.

‘Suck it bitch. Suck it like the horny whore that you are’

Horny is exactly what’s arising in me more now and I relish the silky smooth feeling of your aching rod as I slide my mouth down over it. I’m immediately turned on by your unmistakeable male scent and the tang of your pre-cum. Your sighs tell me that I’m pleasing you well and that turns me on even more. I hungrily go down to lick your balls, wanting to taste all of you. As I tease my way back up the shaft of your cock and lower my mouth down on it again, you harshly grab me by the hair.

‘Faster, slut. Suck harder and faster. And if you earn my approval as a good little suck slut, one day I might even fuck you.’

Your powerful manner has me so excited now that I eat you like I can’t get enough. I feel your orgasm building and as you moan more audibly, my mind switches between wanting to satisfy you completely and my own aching sex, begging to be touched. As you begin to blow, you withdraw your cock to spray your cum over my face and tits. I manage to catch some in my mouth to savour the delicious salty taste.

As your orgasm subsides you gently run a finger over my face and neck and I sense that you’re in a softer mood. Then I realise you are doing it to spread the drops of cum left on me.

‘Let my cum dry on you. I want you to wear it for the rest of the day to remind you of who is in charge. Now fix yourself up, you look like a whore.’

I am a little disappointed that I am so turned on while you have finished with me but I sense that’s exactly how you want me. I wonder if this means that I will now be the official office sex toy.

You read my mind ‘Anytime I call you into my office and tell you to sit and take notes, you are to sit with your legs spread wide. Do you remember the order I gave you for the rest of the week?’

‘Yes sir, to wear a g-string’

‘Good girl. Now fix yourself up quickly, you should be working. You were meant to send that letter an hour ago. See what acting like a cheap little slut does to our work concentration?’

As I start to rearrange my skirt, you add in a rather wry manner ‘No, actually I want you to leave your tits hanging out of the bra and just do your shirt up. And leave your g-string off. You will wear your clothes like that for the rest of the day.’

Obediently I do up my shirt, struggling to arrange to wrap-around so that my nipples are not visible but it is almost impossible. I tug on my skirt as if it will magically become longer to help hide my bare arse and pick up my g-string from the floor.

‘Give them to me’ you order.

As I hand them to you, I glance at the dildo sitting on your desk.

‘Don’t worry, your turn will come’ you say. ‘Maybe sooner than later.’

I collect my pen and paper and head for the door then turn back to see that you have hung my panties over your desk lamp. I silently gasp at the thought of what you’ll be telling the other men in the office when they have meetings with you later. Sitting back at my desk I feel vulnerable in my partially exposed state but when your business partner arrives back from lunch, he merely smirks and nods his head as if he was expecting it. He heads straight for his office and closes the door.

The intercom buzzes, it’s him.

‘Electra, come into my office immediately!’