Hr Secretarial Duties

Human Resources: Secretarial Duties

"The Gavin project is beating the hell out of me," Samantha said, drumming her pen on the papers scattered in front of her, the phone cradled against her ear. "There's just over $500K buried in here already and I'm only about three-quarters done looking." She looked down at the figures in front of her, but her attention was elsewhere. "Yeah, HR just hired me a new secretary to help out... a guy no less. He's the first male secretary I've ever had."

She sat back in her chair, looking over at the door to make sure it was closed. "Yeah? It worked out well, huh?" She paused a moment, her eyes lighting up a little by what her friend Amy was telling her. "You're kidding! Seriously?" Amy's voice echoed in her head as the story about what Amy's previous secretary was like unfolded.

"You are such a naughty girl, Amy. Just naughty!" She smiled as her hands slid down the front of her blouse. She felt her nipples hardening, her pussy becoming damp with desire. She only wished she was in Amy's shoes.

"Whose name?" she asked. "Oh... yeah, sorry... guess I'm a little dazed," she laughed. "It's Justin.... yeah, why?... Justin Barber.... no way! You're pulling my leg!" She sat up straight, a bright smile creasing her face.

"Well, well, well... I'm glad I talked to you. What else can you tell me about him?"

Samantha listened for a few more minutes, the lustful images pouring into her brain from the descriptions and lurid details Amy gave her.

"Whew!" she finally said. "I think I have to talk to someone about this... yeah, he's working late with me... Oh I will, sweetie, I'll tell you all about it." She set the phone on the cradle and leaned over to press the intercom.

"Justin, can you come in here for a minute?"

The speaker crackled a little as Justin responded. "Be right in."

Samantha leaned back in her chair, sliding her shoes off her feet and rubbing her legs together to feel the sensual softness of her black hose. Within seconds, there was a soft rap on the door and Justin peered inside.

"Come in," Samantha said softly. "And close the door." She reached back, pulling her hair free of the elastic band and tussled it.

Justin walked over to stand in front of the desk, looking down at Samantha as if shy or embarrassed. She looked him over in a new light. He was a good-sized man, nearly six foot tall, maybe a little heavy set. He didn't work out as much as he should, she thought, but he was still pretty attractive.

He stood there for a minute, just looking at her, wondering what she wanted.

"You've been here, what, a month now?"

"Yes, Miss Connely. Something the matter?"

"No, no... quite the contrary," she smiled. "Your work is good. No, I was just talking to a friend of mine and was thinking, that's all." She sat back, letting her fingers play with her skirt on her thighs as she hung out an awkward pause.

"I'm glad I'm doing well. I do try hard."

"I know you do, I know you do. I just had a few questions, that's all. It seems my friend knows you... I think you may have worked for her... Amy Taggert?"

Justin looked down suddenly, as if the name brought back memories. His mouth went dry and he felt his hands start to shake.

"Did you?" she asked.

"Yes..." he whispered, unable to make eye contact with her.

She smiled and nodded her head. "I thought so. She had good things to say about you. But a couple things she said raised some questions in my head."

She saw Justin swallow hard, as if not wanting to talk about this, but unable to extract himself from the conversation.

"Such as... she said that you had special... abilities. Care to tell me what she means?"

Justin shook his head a little. "Maybe that I'm a hard worker... I dunno... she always seemed happy with the work I did for her."

"Yeah, she said that... she regretted that they weren't able to hire you after the temp job ended. She said she would love to have you work under her again." She smiled as she saw Justin shiver from her description. "She seemed to indicate there was more to you than just a hard worker though... hard is good, but..." she trailed off, her eyes scanning up and down his body as he stood there embarrassed and ashamed.

"She also mentioned that you two had some sort of... special... reward and punishment system set up. She said it was very effective and that you both enjoyed working within the system. What's that all about?"

"I..." he swallowed hard, trying his best to even speak at all. "She would constantly determine if my work was up to her standards... and then would... punish... me if it fell below. If I was better than she expected, she'd... reward... me. That's all."

"And what kind of punishment would she give you that would help you improve your work?" Samantha's hand trailed up the line of buttons holding her blouse shut and idly played with the top button, unfastening it, then tugging on the material to pull her blouse open a little more. She knew he could see her white frilly bra underneath.

"She..." he swallowed. "She would... oh God, please don't make me talk about this."

Samantha smiled, giggling slightly. "But why not my dear Justin? Answer my question. What punishment would she give you?"

She... would... spank me," he whispered.

"Spank you? Like with her hand?"

"Yes," he mumbled, obviously scared and embarrassed that that information was now out of the bag.

"This is so precious. And I take it it works... it makes you work harder."

He nodded his head, unable to admit it.

"Did you enjoy being spanked?" Justin looked at her desk as if trying to hide his face. "Answer me!" she commanded firmly. "Did you enjoy being spanked?"

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered, his face obviously flushing red with embarrassment.

"Did it turn you on?"

Justin stood for a moment, his eyes shifting as if wondering what she just asked. "What ma'am?"

"I asked you to tell me if it turns you on to be spanked. Did your cock get hard when you felt her hand smacking your bare ass?"

He raised a hand to his face to help hide his embarrassment. "Oh God," he whispered. "Yes," he finally admitted.

Samantha smiled, her hands moving to the arms of her chair, gripping them firmly. She crossed her legs, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy behind her panties.

"Well, well, well... I think we have something here," she said softly, reaching onto her desk and grabbing a few sheets of paper. "You see, I found some errors in the last report you gave me. Now, normally I wouldn't have said anything you see, since I caught them and you're new. But it would have been rather embarrassing had they gone out to the customer."

One hand fell into her lap as the other reached up and toyed with her hair.

"I found at least a dozen in the last few reports alone. So I think we need to talk about some corrective action, don't you?"

His hands fell to his side, his head hanging on his chest as if he gave up on any idea to defy her. She felt a rush of excitement knowing that she had full control over this man. Even though she was far smaller than him, even though she was far weaker than him, he was fully under her control.

"I think twenty five swats should suffice... as a start to our new relationship." She pushed her chair away from her desk and sat on the edge of the seat. "Come over here," she said, pointing to the floor in front of her.

Justin complied, slowly walking around her desk to stand in front of her.

"Take your pants off," she commanded.

His hands moved the the front clasp but stopped. "I don't think..." he started to meekly protest.

"That's right. You don't think," she said forcefully. "You do what you're told without comment."

He gulped audibly and popped the catch in his dress slacks. Slowly pulling them open, the zipper fell and the front was completely open. His erection was visibly straining his boxers as he held his slacks up.

"Drop 'em," she commanded, licking her lips.

His pants slid down his legs, bunching around his ankles. Her hand snaked out and hovered over his erection, almost hesitatingly. She was afraid to take too much too quickly, wanting this moment to last. Without even looking up at him she commanded him to remove his shirt and tie, leaving him standing in front of her only wearing his boxers, with his pants comically bunched around his ankles.

Samantha's fingertips touched his cock through his boxers and felt it jump. Justin gasped, his body shaking with excitement.

"Very nice," she whispered. Her fingers moved to his hips and grabbed the elastic, pulling the material down. Slowly, she let it slide over his ass and then pulled the waist band out to let his cock slide free. Letting go, she let the thin material fall to be bunched at his ankles with his pants. "Mmmmm," she moaned, admiring his size.

"Lay on the desk, chest and head only. Yeah, that's it, bend over. Now, step out of your pants... and legs wide apart for me." She sat behind him, scooting the chair so it was centered. His ass was perfect, absolutely perfect to her. She always was an ass-lady.

She reached out with both hands and cupped his ass cheeks, sliding over and around them adoringly, letting her fingers stray down the line of his crack. She pried the cheeks apart a bit and heard Justin groan in excitement. Her eyes slid lower, spying his brown star, her fingers slowly trailing down to it.

"Very nice," she whispered. "Tell me, Justin, did Amy ever fuck you in the ass? Hmmm? It looks so... yummy."

"No ma'am," he replied quickly. "Well, maybe a finger..."

"I can see why," she said, circling his sphincter slowly. She could see his cock hardening noticeably between his spread legs, drawing her attention to his swaying balls and cock.

"Put your hands on the back of your head," she commanded, wanting him to be in as much a humiliating position as possible. She watched him move, his hands clasping behind his head, his arms now fully hiding his face.

"So, let's see what we have here," she said, sitting up and back. She raised her hand high and brought it crashing down on his ass, excited to feel the power she was exerting on him. She felt giddy as her hand smacked hard against his flesh, leaving a little red mark there. She barely heard him grunt in pain, but noticed his body shake.

"Now that just felt awesome," she said, smiling broadly, raising her hand only to bring it crashing down again and again. She couldn't believe how good it felt to her. It was the most exhilarating thing she'd ever felt and she wanted more. The expression of sheer power, sheer force of will over this man, the ability to do anything to him was so thrilling. With every smack against his flesh, she could see the muscle beneath jiggle and tighten. With the anticipation of the strike, she heard him gasp. With every completed impact she could see the redness spread, until it covered his entire ass.

She had no idea how many strikes she gave him, and really didn't care. She stopped when she felt her hands get a little sore, knowing that with more practice she'd be able to go a lot longer. They were both breathing harder, panting as the sweat seemed to pour from their bodies. She looked between his spread legs again and saw his hard cock twitching with every heartbeat.

"I guess it does get you excited, doesn't it?" she said, her fingers wrapping around it. Slowly, she moved up and down his shaft, stroking him, almost like she was milking a cow as he groaned in front of her. "Now what are we going to do about this excitement part?"

She kept stroking him, fast and then slow and firm, as she talked to him.

"So, what are those special talents that Amy was talking about, huh?" she asked softly. "I want to hear you say it."

Justin gulped. "She said... she said I was a good at licking her pussy."

"Mmhmmm.... and?"

Justin groaned, barely able to speak. "And... she liked it when I licked her... ass. Oh God," he groaned as her stroking was almost more than he could bear. He wondered if he'd cum right then and there on her floor.

She squeezed his cock and balls with both hands. "Don't you fucking cum without my permission," she snarled. "Or you won't be able to sit down for a week."

Yes, ma'am," he whispered. She could feel his tension release a little as he backed away from the edge of orgasm.

"There, that's better. So... here I am... so very excited and wet... and I find I have an incredible pussy licker right in front of me. Oh, dear me, what am I going to do?" She released his cock, pushed her chair back a little, and stood. "Stand up and turn around," she ordered.

Justin stood up straight, his hands remaining behind his head, his cock bobbing in front of him as if needing attention. She looked him over from head to foot as her fingers started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Play with yourself. I want to see how badly you want me."

She slowly, and exuding as much sexual tension as possible, removed her clothing, folding each item and putting it aside. She stood in just her bra, panties, and stockings for a moment and watched his hand move up and down his length. He was panting as his eyes scanned up and down her body.

She raised a finger at him. "No cumming!"

"No, ma'am," he hissed through clenched teeth. Just the thought of being told not to cum was thrusting him over the edge of his orgasm and he had to quickly remove his hand for fear of defying her order.

Samantha laughed as she pushed her panties to the floor, stepped out of them, and then sat back down in her desk chair. She raised her legs up onto the arm rests, spreading herself open for him.

"Oooh, my pussy is so wet. Isn't it?"

Justin's hand wrapped around his shaft again and slowly stroked it. It looked so angry, ready to explode at any minute. "Yes, ma'am. Very wet."

"And do you know what a wet, juicy pussy needs Justin?" She smiled as she watched him squirm.

"Yes," he whispered, practically moaning. "My tongue."

"Good boy. Do you think you deserve to lick me? Do you think you can perform good enough to please me?"

"I don't deserve it, ma'am, but I want to please you so badly. I'll be a good boy, I promise. Please let me try."

She enjoyed watching him grovel and beg and kept an uncomfortable pause lingering in the air. Justin looked so weak and helpless, ready to do anything she asked, ready to give her any pleasure she wanted.

"We'll see," she said finally. "Come here and lick me and we'll see how good you are."

Justin knelt on the floor and leaned forward, his tongue lightly touching Samantha's wet lips. She moaned softly as she watched his tongue lovingly slide up and down her length, flicking her clit at the top. He worked slowly, methodically, as if in no hurry for this to end.

Samantha grabbed the sides of his head, lifting him from her. "What are you doing?" He looked at her, surprised. "Are you even fucking using your tongue? Stick it out there." She reached down and grabbed his tongue between her fingers, pulling. "Stick it out there," she said again. "My God, it's like you've never licked a woman before. Do you even know how to make me cum?"

Justin pushed his tongue out as far as it would go and started licking her again, her hands directing every movement.

"Geez this is going to take a lot of work... you definitely need some instruction." She smacked him on the top of the head. "You better damn well make me cum."

Justin started licking faster, forcing his tongue deep inside her with every lick. His lips slid over and around her clit and he sucked forcefully, making Samantha moan.

"That's a little better," she said softly. Samantha leaned her head back and closed her eyes, stifling the scream that was building up inside her as she rose to her orgasm. She gripped a leg with one hand and the back of Justin's head with the other, simultaneously pulling herself wider open and pulling him into her overheated pussy.

"Fuck," she moaned loudly. suddenly grabbing his head with both hands and grinding into his face as she came over it. He continued licking her, driving her towards a stronger and stronger orgasm before she pushed him away. Panting, she stood up, towering over his kneeling form. "Well, it'll take some work, but you have potential." She stepped away from the chair and turned, pointing to it. "Sit."

Justin sat in the chair quickly as she commanded. His erection was standing proudly. Samantha moved in front of him and caressed his length with her fingertips, feeling it flex and bob excited to her touch. Justin groaned.

"My turn," she said, kicking her legs up and onto the arms of the chair and settling herself down on his cock, her hands grabbing the back rest. She eased herself down onto it slowly, letting it fill her before she started a lazy up and down fucking motion. She slid up to the tip of his shaft and then down, pressing into his hips with each stroke.

"Yeah, baby, yeah... long and slow... just the way I like it," she moaned. Every passing moment, though, made her more anxious, more needy. She moved faster and harder against him, loving how deep he could go. Justin did his best to hold onto her hips, to help her stroke against him harder and faster. She tried to resist, tried to make this last a long time, but she just needed it too badly and within ten minutes was cumming again, just as hard as before.

She stood and ordered him to dress and get back to work. She slowly replaced her own clothing and was sitting at her desk, reaching for the phone as he reached the door.

"Amy? It's Samantha... oh, yes I did... join me for a drink later and I'll fill you in."

Justin looked back at her as he backed through the door, eyes downcast.

"And, Justin... clear your calendar for tomorrow night. We'll be working late again."