The Secretary

The sight of Susan on her knees between my legs was so incredibly erotic.

By this time she'd gotten a few different sets of the lingerie I told her to get and when we passed each other in the hallways at the office she'd look at me with a small smile and lust in her eyes. I knew she wore no panties and no bra as I'd instructed her and I could imagine that hot body underneath her clothes with ease.

Gradually she'd started wearing higher and higher heels and more revealing and tighter clothes over the past few weeks but the change was so gradual that no one seemed to notice. Except me of course!

When she arrived at work in the morning in her flats she'd change into her lingerie and heels when alone in the Women's Room so her husband never saw what she wore for me. When she knew she was going to meet me while we stole a half hour together she'd add a skimpy lacy thong because that' what I wanted her to wear while she was on her knees with my hard cock in her mouth.

A few days before, I'd caught her in the hallway by chance as everyone else was out or in the break room eating. We passed each other just as we were outside a broom closet and on a whim I grabbed her by the arm, opened the closet door and pulled her inside.

With the door shut there was just enough light to see each other once our eyes adjusted. I pushed her against the wall and started kissing her. As usual she wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her body against mine, and as usual she started moaning deep in her throat as I took what I wanted from her.

Moving away for her just enough while still kissing, my tongue in her open mouth, I unfastened her jacket and opened her blouse, freeing her luscious breasts and fondling them. Her moans increased.

You may laugh, but I'd started to carry a handkerchief in my breast pocket. She was noisy when aroused and she was aroused so easily. I pulled it out and stuffed it in her mouth and then bent to take each nipple in my mouth while teasing the other with my fingers. If I didn't use the handkerchief she could have been heard down the hall and she gladly accepted it as a kind of bondage trick. I loved the wide-eyed look she'd give me when I silenced her that way, so submissive and so passionate.

I licked and sucked her nipples and rolled them between forefinger and thumb, squeezing just hard enough to make her moaning drop in pitch a note or two, and then returning my mouth to suckle the erect nubs.

Meanwhile her hand had found my cock through my pants and she was rubbing it almost frantically. She alternated between using her palms for the friction and using her fingertips to trace the outlines of the hardness she always so desperately wanted to feel.

When she began fumbling with my zipper I stopped her and stood up, falling on her lips with mine and invading her mouth again with my tongue. I pulled away after a few moments and told her to put her hands on her head. She obeyed instantly and I held her neck with one hand, pushing back against the wall, looking her in the eyes.

They were hooded with passion. She bit her lower lip and looked back at me, the expression on her face telling me she wanted me to do whatever I wanted with her. Her chest heaved and her bare breasts stood high there, and rose and fell with her nipples erect. She kept her fingers laced on her head and waited submissively for whatever pleasure I elected to give or take from her.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers I reached down to one thigh and moved it up under her skirt, just below her sex and close enough to feel the moisture that was starting to seep down her thighs. I stroked up and down and then moved to the other thigh and repeated the motion, just teasing her and watching the need mount behind her eyes.

My hands slipped around behind her, caressing and needing the firm, smooth flesh of her tight, round ass, I slipped a finger and ran it gently up and down her crack and then I found her little hole and circled and teased it. She pushed herself back against my finger and I responded by pushing against the muscles that kept it closed.

Her response was a series of pure animal grunts as I pushed in and finger fucked her ass. It was driving her wild but it wasn't my target. I pulled my finger out and offered it to her mouth. She started sucking my finger without a second's hesitation, licking it and sucking it like a baby's bottle, cleaning it and getting it wet for its next destination.

I finally took mercy on her and reached down under her skirt and up, brushing the lips of her pussy with the barest of pressure. She started to writhe and push out from the wall, trying to get my fingers to move inside her.

I kept up the teasing until I was brushing up and down the length of her nether lips and she began to moan and squirm like crazy as I first pushed one finger in between her lips and then pulled out and moved up to circle her clit and moved back down and into her again.

Her eyes stayed closed then, and her mouth opened and closed as I teased her, her chest rising and falling. I pushed my finger all the way in. She was soaking wet and I finger fucked her for a minute or so before I pulled out and settled on her clit.

As I circled and stroked her clit, going fast and slow, going gently and then harder, I started kissing her again and she lowered her arms and wrapped them around my neck, pulling my lips tight against hers.

She was absolutely gone now. No mind left, just need and lust as she writhed under my touch and it wasn't long before she started bucking against my fingers and coming. Her wetness coated my finger and the sweet smell of her sex filled the small space.

When she finally relaxed she looked at me and then with a ferocity I hadn't expected in her spent state she yanked open my belt and zipper and fell to her knees, her mouth enveloping my cock and her moans began again as they always did when she sucked my cock.

Now I needed to come and she knew it. Although she knew how to pleasure my cock just the way I liked it, the way I'd taught her, slow and sensual with lots of tongue, she could sense the need I had built up and I suppose we were both aware of the hour now.

Time had been suspended as I made her come for me, but now we knew there might not be many minutes left before the halls were filled with people again and so she bent to her task with a will, sucking and stroking my manhood and telling me to come for her.

It didn't take long. I exploded in her mouth and she swallowed my seed and looked up at me gratefully, and then she rose and we put ourselves back together and managed to get out and to where we each needed to be without being discovered.

That time, anyway; the next time we met we almost got discovered.

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There she was, in the moment when I started this part of my story, on her knees between my legs, and she looked so sexy, so incredibly erotic.

It had been a few days since I'd pulled her into the broom closet and made her cum for me before she used her mouth to send me to sexual heaven. I have to tell you, this woman just loved sucking my cock.

The intervening days only seemed to heighten her need to be with me. I got messages from her more than once a day asking when she could be my slut again but circumstances kept intervening.

That day as we passed each other in the hall she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder, leaned in and whispered in my ear, "When can I suck your cock again?"

There was no one in the hallway and, after looking quickly to make sure, she put her hand over my zipper and gave my already hardening cock a little squeeze and stroke.

"Meet me in the break room after hours," I told her. "And I've had an idea about something I think will work," I added.

When I got there shortly after closing down the computer in my office she was already there. "Go to the storage room and wait for me inside," I told her, and she looked at me with those doe eyes and nodded before leaving the room.

I'd gone looking and discovered the room used for storage in our office building had a door that could be locked from the inside. After hours there were still some employees in the building but I thought the chances someone would want to get into that room were small.

When I got there a few minutes later I entered and locked the door behind me. There she was in the dim light coming through the space around the door. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me. This woman who was absolutely in lust with me, who needed with all her heart to be my sexual plaything and fulfill all the fantasies she'd kept hidden her whole life -- it was dreamlike, and I most definitely did not want to wake up.

She'd already unbuttoned her jacket and blouse and as my eyes adjusted to the dark she pulled she pulled them open and thrust her full chest towards me by arching her back. She knew how hot she looked that way and she was offering herself to me again with unbridled enthusiasm.

Staring at me with a dead serious expression she cupped her breasts and massaged them and then began rolling her impossibly erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Her eyes closed in pleasure and then opened to look at me.

She was an intelligent professional, not a bimbo by any means, but it seemed that she was possessed by this need to be a ravening slut, to be the personification of every man's erotic fantasies, and I was the one -- unbelievably -- that she'd chosen to give herself to.

I crossed the distance between us and reached up to remove her hands from those firm, high tits with their dark nipples so taught and long with arousal, replacing them with my own as she pulled my head down to hers for a long kiss.

Her hand went to the back of my neck to keep my mouth pressed against hers and she reached down with the other to fondle my already rock hard cock through my pants, already moaning deep in her throat.

She broke the kiss to lean into my ear and speak in her husky voice. "I want your cock, baby. I can't stop thinking about it."

As she spoke her two hands went down to my zipper and pulled it down eagerly, reaching in and pulling my fully engorged manhood out to stroke it the way she knew I liked it.

"Last night in the shower I did myself thinking about you fucking me," she told me. "I came so hard, baby!"

The speed of her stroking increased. "Now I'm going to make you cum for me, Daddy," she whispered. "Your little girl is going to suck your cock and make you cum in my slutty mouth!"

In an instant she was on her knees. She pulled out my balls as well so that my whole package hung outside the zipper and she grasped the base of my cock with one hand as she stroked and fondled me with the other, almost reverentially, staring at my cock as if it was a symbol of all she desired.

With her other hand she went from one breast to the other, squeezing and teasing her nipples as she looked up at me with a hungry smile. She leaned in and began kissing and licking my cock as my breath quickened, looking up at me with a smile on her face.

This is the picture that is still burned into my memory, perhaps the strongest of all. I can see it right now as I type away on my laptop. It's like a photograph, a moment frozen in time, but it becomes a motion picture as well as her wet lips close over the head of my cock and slide down the shaft.

I can still see that and I can feel the incredible pleasure, the memory of the sensations in my cock as she sucked me, her tongue never stopping. Every time she moved her mouth back to the head of my cock and circled it with her tongue she looked up at me, her own bliss and her lust shining in her eyes.

There were more moments to come, of raw and unabashed lust, but this may be the strongest image burned into my brain. There were complexities to the needs and desires being fulfilled in our relationship, but in another way it was pure and simple.

She needed a man to dominate her. She needed to talk dirty and be used. She needed to be that slut and that whore she'd first promised she wanted to be for me. She'd finally worked up to the point in her life, despite marriage and work and friendships, where she had to express what was inside her and it was me she'd set her sights on to give her what she needed.

Of course we were playing a dangerous game, but that didn't stop us. Of course I knew that this had to end at some point; I knew the disaster that would occur if we got caught. But I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop this. Every time reason and common sense tried to enter my head they were batted away by the allure of what she wanted to give me. I was helpless in the face of her onslaught.

"Of course you weren't. You could have stopped," you might say, and so I am confessing my own weakness in succumbing to this woman's desires. But I am also confessing my own inability to resist the deep and primal drive of sex built into every man; perhaps born into me stronger than others? I don't know. I just know I couldn't stop it and I didn't stop it.

She didn't just suck my cock, kneeling on the floor of that storage room. She worshipped it, and the sight of her on her knees, her breasts exposed, my cock in her mouth, the incredible pleasure of it, the look in her eyes as she glanced up at me as often as she could: so erotic, so hot, so amazing!

As she began sucking me in earnest her moans increased. That was one of the sexiest things about her, the way she moaned as she sucked me; the way she moaned if I touched her in any way or kissed her, or even if I whispered dirty words in her ear.

"Oh god, baby, that feels so good," I whispered to her as I looked down to see her head bobbing up and down between my legs. Then I saw one hand snake down from her breast and into her panties and her moaning got louder.

With my cock sliding in and out of her mouth I watched her fingers dancing inside her sheer panties. I could see that she was sliding a finger up and down her pussy lips and then deep between them, in and out, and then almost frantically back and forth across her clit.

Her other hand went from nipple to nipple, breast to breast, kneading and squeezing and pinching as she sucked me faster and faster. Her moans mingled with mine.

"I'm gonna come, baby," I told her, and my words seemed to set off a volcano. She began writhing and rocking her body around her moving fingers while somehow never losing concentration as her tongue lashed the hotspot on the underside of my shaft.

Her chest heaved and her fingers pinched her nipple hard as she moaned around my cock and I could see she was cumming hard. The sight of her, combined with the overwhelming pleasure I felt as she greedily worked my cock with her mouth drove me over the edge.

I pulsed over and over again and pumped my seed between her lips. She took it all and swallowed, peering up at me with a satisfied look on her face, her eyelids almost closed, as she emptied me.

She circled one of my legs with both hands and leaned her head against it, still breathing heavily. "That was so hot," she said. "So hot!... I want more, I want it again. I can't get enough!"

I pulled her up and we held each other, kissed, and held each other again as our breathing slowed.

"I've had an idea, Sweetheart," I said, and then we heard someone trying to get into the storage room! The lock held of course, but someone was jiggling the doorknob and pushing on the door.

We both froze. If we got caught like this it would be big trouble. Then we both scrambled quietly to get our clothes back on properly. My mind raced to come up with what I would say if that door opened, but the jiggling stopped.

After a moment but before anyone could come back with a key I opened the door and checked to see the hallway was empty.

"Go to the Ladies Room and wait for a while," I told her. "Then stroll into the Break room and I'll be there."

I walked away, moving as nonchalantly as I could and headed into the Break room, grabbing a coffee. When she came in about 10 minutes later, we were alone and she sat down across the table from me.

"That was close!" she said. Her face still looked flushed and I asked her if she'd run into anyone.

"No," she told me. "What's your idea?"

"We can't keep doing this here," I told her. "We got away with it that time but it was close and people are going to start putting two and two together at some point anyway. We can't rent a room without getting found out, the car is no good, and I have a plan for what I want to do to you," I ended with a smile.

"Really?" she asked. "What do you want to do to me, baby?"

"Well, you've been a very naughty girl, haven't you, Sweetheart?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said with a pout. "Very naughty!"

"And what happens to naughty girls, baby?" I asked.

She bit her lips and looked down, then looked back at me with a sly smile. "Naughty girls get spanked, Daddy. They get their panties pulled down and they get a spanking!"

She practically panted as she spoke. I could see that she was squeezing her thighs together. She loved the idea!

"That's right, Sweetheart," I said, looking her directly in the eyes. "Naughty little girls get a spanking with their panties pulled down. And if that naughty little girl was a schoolgirl, and she'd been naughty coming into class dressed so teacher would notice her because she had a big crush on him, and her grades were slipping badly because she was so distracted, what would teacher have to do?"

"Teacher would have to make her stay after school, Daddy," she said, "and meet him in his office."

"That's right, baby," I said. "He'd have no choice but to teach her how to behave properly and pay attention in class."

"Yes, Daddy," she breathed. "He'd have no choice. She has to learn how to be a good girl for Teacher."

"Correct, baby," I went on. "And when she showed up at Teacher's office that Friday when everyone else was gone from the building, how would she be dressed?"

"Well..." she thought for a second... "if she was a smart girl, she'd wear very high pink heels -- fuck me shoes - and white stockings, with a garter belt, and she'd wear a pair of lacy little white panties and no bra... and she'd wear one of those tiny little schoolgirl skirts that barely cover her ass, and a thin white crop top that her nipples would push out!"

"That's exactly right, Sweetheart," I told her.

"I'm a smart girl, Daddy!" she beamed at me.

"I know you are, baby," I replied. "And when that schoolgirl walks into Teacher's office dressed like that, what would he have to do?"

"He'd have to give her a spanking with her panties pulled down, over his desk, Daddy. He'd have to bend her his desk and pull down her panties and spank her. We already know that!" she replied.

"Right again, baby," I said, "But when he does that, and he lifts that really, really short skirt and pulls down her panties and he gets to put his hands on her naked ass between spanks and he gets to see what she has between her legs, and he gets to play with her there and feel how wet she is, what's going to happen to Teacher, honey?"

She thought for a second. "Teacher's cock is going to get SO hard, Daddy!" she breathed. "His big cock is going to be so hard for that little schoolgirl slut!."

"It's not his fault, Daddy," she continued. "Teacher is a man and men can't help it when girls dress and act like sluts. It's her fault, and she wants it that way. She did it on purpose so his big cock would get hard, Daddy." She had such a cute, earnest expression on her face.

"Yes, baby," I said. "And what's going to happen next?"

She gave me a big smile. "He's going to fuck her, Daddy!"

"Yes, baby," I smiled back. "And I'm going to be Teacher and you're going to be my naughty little schoolgirl. You're going to dress up for me, and I'm going to spank you and fuck you."