Anastasia arrived outside Clive's office at 9:55 - as she approached the solid looking door, she scanned the door and doorframe for any means to announce her arrival. There was not a doorknocker nor bell to be seen - she halted briefly, puzzled as to how she was to gain entry, before continuing up the three steps that led to the door. No sooner had she set foot on the top step than the door opened inwards and she was greeted by a handsome young man - she guessed early twenties - with a beaming smile.
"Do come in Ms Stacy," he said, his eyes swiftly taking in her curvy figure as he did. This did not go unnoticed by Anastasia, and she gave him a warm smile as she entered the lobby. Behind the young man was a desk with a number of screens on it; she realised that the door was constantly monitored by CCTV.
"Mr Gregory asked me to show you around until he arrives. I'm Benedict - but please call me Ben." He proffered his hand which she shook, as her eyes took in her surroundings. The decor was plush, as you might expect of an MP's office in Westminster; the walls covered in a medium blue flocked paper with a gold and silver baroque pattern, the furnishings looked solid wood and leather.
Ben picked up a phone, "Penny - can you take over camera surveillance for me - I've got the new girl."
Once the phone was put down, Ben walked down the corridor and into an ante-chamber. Sitting at a desk was an older woman - late fifties at least, thought Stacy. "Beryl, this is Stacy - Mr Gregory's new research assistant." Stacy couldn't help but notice the slight smirk that crossed Ben's handsome features as he uttered the last two words.
Beryl looked up from the screen in front of her and rose to her feet, "Nice to meet you Miss...?" holding out her hand towards her.
"Miss Askielowitz - but that's far too difficult - not to mention formal - please, call me Stacy," she shook Beryl's hand, a rather limp unwelcoming handshake if she ever felt one.
"I like to keep things formal in the office Miss Askowhich" came her response, "there is far too much informality these days - please ignore young Stephens here and address me as Ms Wilson." She looked at Ben admonishingly, "You should know better, young man, than to introduce me to a stranger on a first name basis."
Ben seemed to ignore Beryl's attempt to chide him, merely gesturing to the door opposite the one they had entered, "The inner sanctum," he said, "Mr Gregory's office - I can't show you in there until he arrives. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your office."
He led her back out into the corridor and up a flight of stairs. Turning left at the top, they passed a couple of closed doors before he opened up a door into a reasonably spacious room furnished with a desk, chair and a leather couch.
"Mr Gregory said to make yourself at home until he summons you - he asked for some magazines to be left for you," stated Ben, as he gestured towards the desk.
With that, Ben turned and left the room. Stacy ambled over to the desk and almost immediately turned a deep shade of red. The top couple of magazines were female lingerie brochures; as she moved these aside she noticed that the third magazine was called "Secretary Monthly" - on the cover was a picture of what appeared to be a secretary over her bosses lap, panties stuffed in her mouth as his hand was raised to smack her already red bottom.
Stacy sat down in the padded leather chair behind the desk and picked up the magazine, as she looked at the cover she ran her hands up her stockinged thighs, loving the feel of the nylon under her hands. She flipped open the spanking magazine and turned the pages as she stroked her legs, working her hands upwards. She let out an audible gasp as her hands came into contact with the bare flesh at the top of her stockings, stroking her bare thighs firmly as her pussy started to moisten and tingle. She turned another page of the magazine; the boss had removed his belt and used it to tie the secretary's hands together as he had her spread-eagled on his desk, her arse red from the beating it had taken and his cock pressed against her pussy. Stacy pulled her panties aside and plunged two fingers in herself as her other hand found a nipple and pinched it. Her breath was coming in ragged bursts as she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy. The sound of the phone on her desk ringing made her jump and she pulled her wet fingers from her pussy to pick it up.
"Save that for me Stacy - I'll be up in two minutes," came Clive's voice.
Stunned for a moment, Stacy looked around the room and then spied a small red light almost hidden in the lighting. She briefly wondered how many people had been privy to her show, when the door opened and Clive walked in.
"Very nice, Stacy – and don't worry, that camera only feeds to my personal laptop. Perhaps I can ask you to put on a similar show for me when I have to attend some of my more boring ministerial meetings. Now, get up and go lie on the couch for me, please."
Clive watched as Stacy casually sauntered over to the couch.
"Would you like me to take my panties off and stuff them in my mouth?" she enquired, a tantalising smile spreading across her face.
Clive smiled back at her, "No – just take them off and spread those luscious thighs of yours."
Stacy made a show of removing her panties before lying down on the couch, initially with her legs close together but, watching Clive's face very closely, she slowly parted her thighs, revealing her pussy, leaking juice form her fingers efforts moments earlier.
"Fuck, you are one hot bitch," he exclaimed, as he removed his jacket and tie before kneeling between her legs. He lowered his face to her pussy and breathed in deeply; the aroma of her sex heightened his desire. He lowered his mouth and licked delicately at her pussy, savouring the taste of her juices as they leaked form her aching slit. Stacy moaned as she felt his tongue make contact; she wanted to take hold of his head and pull his mouth hard against her pussy, she wanted to rub her snatch against his face – using it to masturbate against but she knew she had to let him take the lead. She lay there and moaned, squirming under his touches, moving her pussy up and down, seeking contact with any part of his face that she could find. She was equally frustrated and aroused; this teasing, tormenting denial of her pussy was so exciting, her pussy ached to be touched harder, firmer but the belief that it was just a matter of time excited her – she knew that Clive would, surely soon, have his cock inside her, satisfying her needs, her lust, her hunger.
She moaned again as Clive's tongue licked firmly up her slit, stopping at her clit and sucking it into his mouth. Her fingers stroked his hair as her hips bucked upward once more, her juices flowing freely.
"For fuck's sake Clive, fuck me – I need you inside me," she exhorted him. "Give me that gorgeous cock of yours – let's christen this fucking couch."
Clive raised his face from between her thighs and looked at her, "You have the mouth of a whore," he said, as he undid the zip on his trousers, extracting his hard cock – he moved up her body and plunged straight into her, pushing all seven inches in at once and stretching her with his girth.
Stacy groaned as she felt him penetrate her, "Oh fuck, yes, that's it – fuck me hard – I need it so badly," she cried out.
Clive started to pump in and out of her as his hands undid the buttons of her blouse, pulling her bra straps down her arms and freeing her breasts. His mouth covered her right nipple as soon as it became available, sucking and licking at it alternately as he continued to fuck her.
"God, Stacy, no woman has ever made he feel this horny," he gasped, between breaths, "I want you morning, noon and night."
A small smile crept across her lips as she heard these words; she wrapped her legs around him, "Fuck me master, make me yours – give me your seed."
Clive pumped harder and harder into the tight pussy of the gorgeous woman beneath him before crying out in pure pleasure as his cum poured into her. "Christ, that was even better than the first time," he exclaimed, as he collapsed on top of her. "Fuck, if the camera caught this, I am going to be watching it again and again."
Stacy lay there, her legs still wrapped around Clive, as her pussy throbbed from the pounding it had just taken. "That was amazing, Clive," she whispered in his ear, as she stroked his back through his sweat covered shirt.
Shortly after, Clive stood up, zipped himself back up and put his jacket on, stuffing his tie in his pocket and went to leave the room. Turning at the door, he said. "Come downstairs when you are presentable – I have your first assignment."
Shortly after, Beryl knocked on Clive's door and let Stacy in. Stacy paused just inside the door as Beryl closed the door behind her. Clive looked up from his desk and motioned for Stacy to sit down; he passed her two manila folders which, she noticed, had the names of two armament companies on them.
"Right, so we'll start you off with the simple stuff and see how you cope," he stated, "these two companies are both new to the Ministry – I just need you to dig into the companies, their directors and major shareholders – check for any skeletons in the closets – we can't be seen to be doing business with any dodgy outfits. There are contact numbers and code-words for MI5 and GCHQ – they are usually a mine of information on all and sundry – if they haven't got a file on you, you don't exist! Okay, you can go now."
As Stacy reached the door, Clive said, "Keep yourself free for lunch – if you haven't heard from me by 2pm, you can lunch without me." Stacy turned, nodded and smiled before, almost inaudibly, whispering, "Yes, master."
Stacy returned to her office and sat at her desk, flicking through the papers in the folders; she made some notes and a list of names for each company and set about contacting both MI5 and GCHQ. The first company seemed spotless as far as she could tell but there was some history of Middle East arms dealing in the second company's history which could blow their chances of doing business with the Government.
As she sat back in her chair, musing over the result of her research, her eyes caught the red-light of the camera near the lights. She blew a kiss toward the camera and then spun her chair round so that the back of the chair was towards the camera. Out of view of the prying eyes, Stacy slid her dress up her thighs and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her long legs. She pulled them off, over her heels and placed them on the desk. Her hands slipped between her thighs and she slowly started to pleasure herself, her fingers slowly working up and down her lips, avoiding any contact with her sensitive clit. She was soon making low moaning sounds as the intensity of the pleasure built up in her pussy; she inserted first one, then two fingers into her pussy and started to finger fuck herself, using her thumb to start to massage her clit. Her eyes were closed, her breathing heavy as she neared her climax. When she was on the verge of cumming, she pinched her clit and stifled a scream, placing her arm across her mouth and biting into the flesh as her pussy spasmed.
