The Secretary

"They called in sick. Every one of them." Mr Williams had his elbows on his desk with his hands clasped beneath his chin, and was staring at me intently. He was an older man, grey hair and moustache, a hard look on his face. "This doesn't look good for our firm. Rothman is a multi-million dollar client."

I shook my head. "It's that flu going around. It always hits us the hardest."

"Regardless, Mr Rothman decided to visit first thing in the morning, so he's on his way here. We haven't had time to recruit any more cumdumpsters for the office. You know what that means, Susan." He motioned at me. "Take off your clothes."

I obediently pulled my short mini-skirt down and revealed my dripping pussy, then took the short sweater that I wore to work (because of the winter chill) and showed off my small B-cup breasts.

"So I'll be servicing Mr Rothman?" I asked. It seemed fair enough to me; obviously, the more women he could choose to fuck the better for our firm, but I knew I was capable of getting the job done.

"And anybody he brings with him," Mr Williams said, reaching over and tweaking my nipple. "We need desperately for him to sign with us. If he takes his business over to Hall and Rodgers then we might just be sunk. Today's the day everything needs to go right. And it's all going wrong."

I frowned for a moment, but then I found my resolve. Williams and Peters had been good to me; the firm had kept me employed for three years, and they were never too rough when it came to my daily (or sometimes hourly) fucking. "I'll get it done."

"I hope you can. Put in your best effort to satisfy him. It might all ride on you."

I walked out of Mr Williams' office, red high-heeled stilettos my only item of clothing. I was thin, a little wispy to be honest, usually not the first choice of holes a man had when he needed to fuck something. Over the years, though, I'd compensated for that, learning how to put my all into a good anal fuck or blowjob.

I sat down at my station, a desk facing the entrance to the floor. As secretary I made all appointments, dealt with potential clients, and took phone calls; today, however, my chief aim was to please the next man to walk through that door.

It was only a short—if gut-wrenching—wait before Rothman walked strolled into our offices. Three suit-wearing bodyguards flanked him, and all in all he was entirely different to what I had expected. Where I had thought I would be fucking a middle-aged, maybe pot-bellied man, instead he was young and muscular, immaculately dressed in a ten thousand dollar suit. The only thing I got right about my assumption was the air of boredom and arrogance he displayed; that I had expected right from the very start.

"So this is Williams and Peters," the man drawled as he stopped in front of my desk. The floor was filled with men in separate offices, walking around doing printing, standing by the watercoolers; but all in all there wasn't many women. Well, there was one woman. Me. Usually any company hired a number of women even if it was just for fucking purposes but our standing staff of ten were all out sick, so I was the only one left.

"Where are all the women?" Rothman asked, running a hand through his hair.

"I... I'm afraid..." I said in a squeak. I cleared my throat. I wasn't going to be intimidated by this man! "I'm the only one here today. I'll be servicing you."

"Stand," Rothman replied, gesturing up. I stood and, with the extra height from my heels, I almost reached his height. He looked me over and sighed. "This is the best they could do? What size are those tits?"

"B cup. But I know how to pleasure a man," I said defiantly. A few of the bodyguards chuckled, and Mr Rothman grinned. "Before Mr Williams gets to speak with me I say we put this to the test."

I moved over to him and knelt down in front of him, intent on pulling out his cock, but he stopped me with one hand. "Is there a private room we may use?" He asked.

I looked up at him, confused. "There is an unused conference room..." I began.

"Take me there."

The bodyguards followed us and stood outside the door as we went inside. The enormous conference room was dominated by a long rectangular table surrounded by thirty-two seats. When the door clicked shut behind us, Rothman gave me a wolfish smile.

"On the table," he said quietly. I obediently followed his instructions, climbing up and putting myself on all fours on the wooden table. He wanted to fuck me on a stage? That wasn't too unusual. I thrust my ass out in the air as he came up behind me, my asshole and pussy open wide to receive him. I was determined to give him the best fucking of his life.

Slap! The sound of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room and I gasped in pain. My left ass cheek burned red-hot like it was on fire.

Slap! I let out a little squeak. Now my right ass cheek was hit, and it burned even more painfully than the first.

"Is there a problem?" Rothman asked pleasantly, caressing my burning ass.

"No," I grunted, trying to ignore the pain of his spanking.

"Good." Slap! Slap! Slap! Three spanks in swift procession, alternating from one cheek to the other. He spanked me hard and the pain only worsened; but after maybe ten or eleven I felt a little rush of pleasure mixed in with it. My body shuddered with every slap and my pussy began to get wetter and wetter the longer the spanking went on.

"You are the only..." Slap! "girl in the office..." Slap! "for me to fuck today..." Slap! He grunted in between spanking. "I'm going to..." Slap! "make you..." Slap! "scream!"

I let out a short moan in response, and as if he was waiting for it, he ceased his spanking. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. I nodded slowly, my pussy so wet I was almost dripping onto the table.

"Your ass is a nice cherry red now." He paused. "What was your name?" he considered this for a moment. "I suppose it doesn't matter." Now it was time; he was going to plow my asshole or my pussy, whichever one didn't matter. It was almost over.

Rothman climbed up onto the table and positioned himself behind me. I heard him unzip his pants and mentally prepared myself for a rough fuck. Something found its way into my asshole; I frowned in surprise—it was tiny. It couldn't have been his cock. All of a sudden a second something joined the first. I knew then what it was—it wasn't his cock, it was his fingers.

"Not incredibly tight, as assholes go," Rothman said softly. A third finger poked its way in, more girth than I usually felt. A good anal session was unlikely to arouse me usually; I had been fucked in the ass more times than I could count, so it was kind of ordinary for me. But when he inserted his fourth finger in I felt myself squirm in pleasure. I hadn't been properly stretched for a long time now.

"You like that, don't you? We're only just getting started." Rothman shoved his thumb in next, and his entire hand followed. I moaned in pleasure, but still he wasn't done. He hand closed itself into a fist inside my ass, pushing against the walls of my anus so hard that I moaned even louder. With his entire fist in my asshole he placed his free hand above my ass and began to thrust in and out. Slow at first, then building up momentum, he began to fist me with all his strength.

I squealed. I couldn't help it—it slipped out. It was high pitched and loud, and the fisting slowed for a moment, to my relief; then it sped up again faster than before!

I had never been fisted like this in my life. I couldn't take it—my pussy was wet, my knees were wobbling, my mouth was open in a constant moan. I put my head against the cool table and closed my eyes, riding the pleasure and pain.

All of a sudden something entered my pussy. It felt beyond good; it was orgasmic. With a fist in my asshole and a cock in my pussy I climaxed hard and screamed in pleasure. Rothman wasn't finished; he didn't cum straight away, but pounded me until I orgasmed again, then released his sticky load into my cunt. I wanted nothing more than to be fucked as hard as humanly possible; never in my life had I felt anything like it.

After that wave of cum entered inside of me Rothman slowed, and his fist slowly pulled out. He left his cock in for a long minute after he wiped his hand with a handkerchief, and patted my shivering form as he drew himself out.

"Told you so," Rothman said quietly. He turned me around and I sucked him clean without an order; I was so grateful for the fucking that it was the least I could do. His cum and my pussy juices tasted sweet mixed together.

Rothman zipped up his pants and left me on the table, still unable to properly move.

"I think Williams and Peters can handle my business, but of course, that depends on what Mr Williams has to say. I'll leave you here, girl, and maybe we can put you to further use."

He opened the door and his three bodyguards filed in, one of them even licking his lips at the sight of me, shivering, wet, on the table. "Service my men while I talk with your boss. You're not a bad fuck, all things considered."

He walked out and closed the door behind him, leaving me in the room with his three men. All three were burly, young, and I knew just by looking that I would be hard pressed to please them. But after the fisting that Rothman had given me I was more than willing to try.

"Let's get started, then," I said, spreading my legs.

End.