This is the final chapter of the "The Pet's New Job" story. I've had questions/comments about the shifts in the story, so I just wanted to let the reader know that there are two story lines occurring here. The sex scenes where the woman is referred to as 'Pet' can be considered "Now", and the non-sex scenes can be considered "Then".
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"Hey John, do you have that file I asked you about yesterday?"
John looked up from his computer at the petite brunette in his doorway. Her short hair framed her face as hazel eyes look at him questioningly, her lips pressed into a friendly half smile.
He smiled back at her and nodded as he started looking through the folders on his desk, almost grateful to have a reason to look away from her body. Firm breasts beneath a low cut top with her toned arms crossed against them, and fitted pants showing the shape of graceful legs as well as an incredible ass.
He found the file he was looking for and held it out for her.
"Hey Catherine, you've been here for almost six months now. You know, we've never hung out or anything... after work, I mean. Would you like..."
She stopped him before he could continue, her face softening as she spoke.
"John, you're a great friend here at work, and I love you dearly. But I don't believe in office romance, it never works out well. So I really appreciate the thought, but I'm afraid that I would have to say no. Hopefully you'll understand."
He looked downcast, but nodded. "I understand, but hey... it was worth a shot, right?"
She smiled at him and punched him lightly on the arm.
"Thanks for that. And thanks for the file, Alan's been asking me for my report on this thing."
She took the file, and with a wave walked out of his office.
In the hallway she almost collided with her boss, Alan. He was a good looking guy, especially considering he was in his early forties. He was almost two decades her senior, but he was friendly and had a mischievous glint in his eye that belied his age. Over the months they had become quite good friends, regardless of the difference in their ages. They walked down the hallway chatting quietly on the way to their offices.
"So, finally shot John down did you?" he asked with a grin. "As the boss I have to say that I approve of your decision. However as a man I have to ask, why not? He's a nice guy and obviously adores you."
She didn't have to think about it before replying, "That's true, but he just doesn't do it for me... you know? Heck, I'd probably break the poor guy."
As she walked into her office she stopped and turned back around to face him. "And besides, I've always had a soft spot for older guys instead."
She gave him a wink, and they both laughed. He continued on to his office, shaking his head and chuckling.
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When she had gone to work this morning, the young woman hadn't expected this.
She looked down at her own nudity as she sat upright in the office chair. A man walked toward her, smiling but with a gleam in his eye. She wasn't sure what was about to happen, but she was excited to find out. She could feel her nipples hardening in the cool office air, and could feel her wetness on the leather of the chair beneath her.
"Now pet, what happened last time we were together?" he asked, as he reached up to take off his tie. "Oh, that's right... you were punished for having an orgasm that I hadn't given you permission for. Isn't that right?"
She looked up at him submissively and answered, "Yes sir. I was a bad pet, I realize that now."
"Yes you were. So now we're going to try a little experiment." With that he bent over and wrapped the tie around her wrist and the arm of the chair. He pulled it taut and knotted it firmly.
"Now what else... ahh... here we go!"
As she watched, he bent over behind his desk and unplugged his computer. Pulling the power cord out of the wall he returned to her. "This should do nicely I would think."
With the cord he tied her other wrist to the other chair arm. Satisfied that she was firmly secured, he stood back to admire his work, as well as taking in the vision of the beautiful brunette naked in front of him. Her pert breasts heaved with her quickened breathing, erect nipples straining outward.
He reached down between her legs and ran a couple of fingers along her slit. She pushed against them, trying to get more pressure but he pulled them away and inspected them with a chuckle.
"Wet already? But we haven't even started yet."
Leaning closer to her he reached back down and once again stroked her vagina. This time he didn't pull away, instead teasing her sensitive lips, up and down. As he went up he would rub her clitoris for a moment, then travel back down teasing her slit.
She started moaning quickly, excitement in her eyes as she bucked her hips trying to get more of his touch. He never increased his speed however, instead for several minutes merely lightly playing his fingers over her. The sensations from his rubbing grew more and more intense as she tried desperately to get more pressure, hoping for more friction to put her over the edge.
Finally she could feel the orgasm beginning to take hold, her eyes started to roll back in her head as an electric fire began to run through her body.
And suddenly it stopped. His fingers jerked back, leaving her bucking against air. Like a light switch the euphoria was gone, leaving behind an aching need.
Her moan turned into a whine as she looked at him, pitiable desire etched in her face.
"Please sir, I want to cum. May I please cum?"
