I had been back at work on Monday, but Blake didn't act as if anything had happened. I guess I should explain. I had tricked Blake into taking me with him on one of his business trips by telling him that the escort service couldn't provide anyone and I volunteered to go instead. I expected to do whatever I could to secure a renewal of the contract and make him proud of me.
It worked out well, and I found that I really enjoyed servicing two men at the same time. It was then that I discovered that I liked DP. And that I had a boss who could go on endlessly. I had hoped that when I got back to work on Monday he would have changed his mind about my job description. He hadn't.
Although our client, Theodore, had asked us to meet again and have a foursome with his him and his wife, he hadn't called yet. And I was beginning to let my workload get ahead of me because I was day dreaming about Blake most of the day, and spending a lot of time in the ladies room finger fucking myself.
Basically, my job is to transcribe dictation and file reports. You have to understand, Blake dictates most of his memos and letters on a recorder, and I use headphones to type them into the computer for printing.
Just listening to his voice on the recorder gets me hot. His voice is almost hypnotic, and I was becoming addicted to it. So it wasn't strange that I get wet just listening to his voice.
It had gotten to the point that I had to stay after work to get caught up. I was addicted to both him and his damn voice and it was driving me crazy.
When we had returned to England after our little tryst, he began to call me Adele again, instead of Del as he had on travel. Del was his slut, Adele was his secretary.
I was working on the computer in his office at nine Wednesday evening, transcribing work that I should have done during the day, and after I finished I rewound the tape and closed my eyes, pretending that he was with me and talking to me in person.
With the headphones over my ears, and his voice cooing in my ears I got the urge to masturbate again. And this time my fingers weren't on the keyboard, they were between my legs and in my pussy. I had already slipped my panties off and let them drop before I began to rub my swollen clit, and play with my left nipple. That's when I heard a noise behind me.
I was so engrossed in finishing that I hadn't even heard the door open, so when I heard someone clear their throat with a soft, "Ahem," I jerked my fingers out of my wet pussy and slowly turned. Blake was sitting on the leather couch watching me. At first I was ashamed but then I bit my lower lip and swiveled the chair around, facing him.
"So this is why my chair has those strange white spots on it each morning. Do you have some sort of problem, Del? I mean your acting a bit strange since we got back."
I caught the "Del," and very little else. I was again his whore. I wasn't Adele tonight. That gave me the courage to say and do what I had been dreaming about for the past six days.
"Look sir, I mean Blake, it's been difficult for me to adjust to just being your secretary again. I mean, maybe you can just turn it on and off, but I can't. Why aren't you like other bosses who make their secretaries do things?"
He smiled that damn quizzical smile and stood up. "What things? What do you think I need that I'm not getting from you? You know I never go for office romances or even infatuations, so that's out of the question. So what do you think I need? Or perhaps I should ask what is it that you need?"
I was loosing it. I leaned back in the chair and moved my legs apart. My skirt was already folded up around my tummy so he couldn't help but see my cunt and how my swollen clit protruded from between my puffy lips. Hell it was peeking out far enough for me to hold it between my thumb and forefinger.
My panties had gotten caught in my heel so I gave it a kick and it skidded across the floor and under the couch. Now staring at him, I answered.
"We don't have to get involved, Blake, just let me be nice to you. And sure, I want to be a good secretary but that doesn't mean I have to wear a halo. I can do a lot to relive the tension around here if you'd let me."
"So you want me to be a demanding boss? One who uses people just because I pay them? Would you like me to threaten you? Sure I admire you. And sure I would like to demand that you do more than just be my secretary, but is that what you want?"
I was trembling just at the thought of him demanding that I go down on my knees and suck his cock each day. Or the thought of him cumming in my mouth or he might order me to bend over the conference table while he slid that beautiful cock deep inside me. So I nodded, yes.
"You know if we start this, your going to have to change the lock on my office door tomorrow, don't you? And your going to do everything I want, when I want, and how I want, from now on? Do you realize that," he asked.
I had begun to reach behind me so I could unfasten the hooks on my bra and when they were free I tore at the buttons of my blouse and shrugged it off. Now his eyes moved up and down, from my face, to my hard nipples and down to my wet cunt.
"Your something else Del. OK, get out of that skirt, and come over here and suck my cock. If you're good, you get a raise, but if your like all the others, I'll be giving you your notice in the morning."
I hadn't expected that. I suddenly doubted myself. Sure, I thought I would be good, but now I wasn't too sure. Blake is difficult to make cum, and although I had felt his cock deep in me last week while we were on travel, This was different. Then it was more to please our client, and get his signature on the contract, but now my job was at stake and I was afraid.
I dropped to my knees and actually crawled on all fours over to him. Blake had fucked me that once and I knew he could pace himself so he wouldn't cum for nearly a half hour or more if he wasn't excited. Teddy, our client, had finished in minutes, so I was beginning to have doubts about myself. If this was going to work, I had to be special and exciting for him.
I knelt in front of him and looked up. He had stood up and was looking down at me, but he wasn't doing anything, just watching me as I looked up pleadingly.
His slacks were giving him away though. They were beginning to tent over his cock, so I reached up and unfastened his belt and drew his zipper down. Thank god he wasn't wearing underpants. As his slacks dropped, he stepped out of them and kicked off his shoes.
"Sit for me Blake. Please? It's easier that way." He slowly moved back and sat on the couch. I moved his knees apart and with one hand cupped his balls as I brought his semi-erect shaft to my lips.
He was amazing. I put its head in my mouth and began to gently suck. I'd be lying if I said he was slow to respond. Each time I moved my pursed lips down his cock it seemed to grow in girth. Now the head of his cock was tapping at the back of my throat and I thrust forward until my chin was nestled against his balls. Drawing back to plunge down again, I almost gagged as he slid down my throat.
He was getting too long and too rigid to take completely. Then I began to bob my head up and down as I rolled his balls in my palm. It was working, he began to ooze pre-cum now, so I had to be doing something right.
I pulled off his shaft long enough to ask: "Like that? Want me to lick your balls too? God you taste good baby. Want to fuck me now? Mmmmmf, so good Blake. I want you to give it to me really deep. When your ready, just let me know."
Ten minutes later my jaws were aching and I had to get him out of my mouth for a minute. I kept him wet with my saliva and stroked him with my hand as I licked under his balls when finally he reached down and put his hands on either side of my face.
"Now Del! I think you have me ready. Where do you want it?"
I didn't know if he were asking me if he wanted me to let him fuck my mouth, my ass or my cunt, but I kept caressing his cock as I looked quizzically up at him.
"I mean on the couch or on the conference table. Or maybe right on the floor, maybe bending over the chair. Where?"
I was so excited at that point that I didn't give a shit. I would have leaned against the damn wall if he wanted. I went to the conference table and leaned over it, grabbing the far side.
He came up behind me and flipped the back of my skirt up and slowly worked his cock into my pussy. I was sort of anxious because he was so huge, but he was slow and seemed to enjoy teasing it in.
I had a hard time hanging on to the far side of the table. It was cold and my breasts were flattened on its surface, but when I felt that shaft begin to slide in and out of my wet cunt I forgot everything.
I came fast the first time and wet the table. It coated my thighs and I began to slide all over the place in my own puddle of cum.
He just ignored it and held my hips firmly as he methodically plunged his cock in and out. Suddenly I couldn't be quiet any longer and began to babble.
"Oooooh yeah, pump that cock in me! Yeah, come on stick it in there real good. Oh yeah deeper, yeah like that! Come on I want it deep like that. Keep going, harder, push it up me. Just like that baby, Oh yeah, come on, give it to me good. Blake? Blaaaaakkkeeeee I'm cumming! Oh shit come on shoot it in me babeeeeeeeee! Nowwwwwwwwwwww!"
That's when his grip on my hips tightened and he thrust faster and harder. We were both panting and I was slobbering all over the table as I moaned; "Yeah oh yes, yesssssss!"
He gasped and suddenly growled. "Take it Del, Take all of it. I'm shooting deep in that hot pussy of yours, Now! Take it deep, Come on Nowwwwwwwwwwww take it all."
I could actually feel his cock pulse each time he shot. I knew he was filling me with each spasm, and I loved it. Then he fell over my back and lay there panting in my ear.
"Good girl, Del, you really are good." Moments later he drew his shaft out releasing a gush of our cum. It oozed out at first, but as I continued to contract, it seemed to spurt out and flow down to the floor. He looked down and sort of chuckled, "going to have to wipe that up before we leave, Del."
I slid off the table and looked down. "We did all that? I asked. My god you cum a lot."
He smiled, "A lot of that is yours he laughed." Then he went for tissues as I straightened up and began to wipe the wetness off the table.
The next morning I got to work early, and called to have his office lock changed. By eleven everything had been taken care of and most of the girls in the office were staring at me quizzically. They must have known something was different.