Bill arrived at the office at 8 am. It was the first time at work since the ultimatum and oddly enough, Daphne was not in yet. Noting the peculiarity, he tried to determine whether this was a good thing right now. On the one hand, he needed her from a professional standpoint. She was his assistant after all and a valuable office hand. On the other, things had simply changed. She held the cards now.
Trying to brush it all aside, he buried himself in work. Every so often he'd glance at the photo of his wife. This was the tool that outsmarted him at his own game. Even worse, it housed the consequences of being revealed, judgement and undoubtedly worse things by his wife. Daphne was a witch.
At about a quarter after nine, Bill spotted Daphne finally making her way into the office. At that spontaneous instance and for whatever reason he rationalized that if tried to assert himself to her early, then he'd retain and reclaim some of the power over her. He frantically walked into the next room to confront her.
Just as he did, the secretary took off her jacket to reveal her attire for the evening: a tight red miniskirt, an equally tight satin black blouse with extra cleavage on display, black hose over her lengthy legs, and finally a matching pair of red and black pumps. She threw her hair back and sparkled a smile at the executive.
"Morning Bill! Fine day thus far, eh?"
The man was at a loss for words for the moment. His mission of assertion faded at the precise instance she revealed herself. He was once again turned on by the sexy woman.
Yet, despite this initial hesitation, he went along with his intentions. "Listen...Daphne...I know we agreed to Fridays off, but you can't just waltz in here at any time in the day to start work."
Daphne was not moved. "Or what?"
With two little words, the devious assistant trapped him. He gulped and thought of another way to achieve her compliance. "The rest of the floor will start to wonder why you're getting all this special treatment."
Once again Daphne had a nonchalant counter. "So what? Tell 'em you're reducing my hours to cut back on expenses. Of course, you'll actually be paying me MORE, but they don't have to know that, right?" The woman stood proudly before him. She had obviously bought into her own self-promotion. "Plus, you're the boss, remember? You can do whatever you want. You answer to no one else on this level."
She snickered at the irony and distasteful nature of the last statement. It was also amusing that it completely shut him up. Bill stood at complete attention just trying to subvert his obvious intimidation.
Without warning, Daphne reached down between his legs and grabbed his black trousered crotch. She located his package and squeezed with moderate might. There was no doubt she noticed his semi-hardness. Bill inhaled deeply through his nose at the gesture.
"By the balls..." She whispered as she then laughed and moved past him to her desk.
With his tail between his legs, Bill retreated back to his office. Immediately he sat down and relieved himself of the tension in his crotch. She was breath-taking in her tight, formal clothing. He was sure that she went along with what she had said earlier in not wearing a bra. He certainly couldn't locate an outline of the garment under her satin blouse. Naturally he extrapolated that panties were absent as well although he had no visual basis for the estimate. The thought of her naked crotch, coupled with the little peak he saw yesterday, was substantial in its self to have him approach with fury.
Back at her desk, Daphne amused herself at this response out of him. She just laid down that she was going to break office etiquette and all her boss did was get aroused by it. It was empowering having his pathetic form wrapped around her finger. Her hands were quite bare so that wasn't a bad idea, she mused in an amusing side note.
Flicking on the camera that connected her computer with his office, she was even more ecstatic. He was jacking off again! It just cemented the sexual influence she presided over him! It was almost pathetic, yet at the same time quite amusing and empowering for her. He was beating it quite profusely too! He broke into a furious sweat, his face muscles tightened in intensity. His hard gripped worked his cock at a very rapid speed. It look quite rough actually...the actions of incredibly horny and desperate man. This went on until for about 5 minutes at which point Bill let go of his cock and panted for air. Poor baby must've tired himself she thought. After that he slid his member back into his pants and got down to work. This was an office, so it was best that she let him do his job...for a while anyways. She turned off the webcam and sat back in her lush chair a very entertained woman.
After getting that out of his system, Bill focussed to do his job. His main task was to recruit clientele for the company. The firm would serve as their representatives. He was hard at work in getting a company, Smithson & Smithson, on board. The file had been tossed around to various people around the office, and no one had any luck. Now it was Bill's turn. The issue was that the opposite side was quite stubborn in their demands, and requested more benefits than the company was willing to offer. Both sides knew what they could do for each other and knew that if and when a deal was reached, then it would be a goldmine for both. The issue was trust one both sides.
After about twenty minutes of solid strategizing on his part, Daphne entered the room with a tray in her hand. Bill, hard at work, barely noticed. "Hey, Bill, it's a little later than usual, but I brought your morning coffee. They were out of cream so it's just sugar in there."
Bill scribbled away at some forms and mindlessly answered. "Hmm? Oh, that's fine. Just put it down there."
Then he looked up at her. He had been in this position many times before. She left herself so vulnerable for him to look down her shirt. The only difference this time is that Daphne wanted it happen.
"I saw you stroking it earlier," she said while unbuttoning her black top, "why don't you take your cock out now."
"I have work now Daphne," he feebly protested.
She pushed his paper away from him as she sat down in its place while continuing to undo her satin blouse. "Oh it can wait. Right now, I want you to rub your dick for me."
Bill's cock was at full attention now with this beautiful woman seated in front of him with an open shirt. To a normal person looking at her exposed bra and perfect stomach, the next course of action would have been elementary. Still, he was unsure. He wanted her, but had work to do. Surely his job had to come first, right? Moreover, he was still uncomfortable with the idea of surrendering so much power to her.
"Daphne, I..." he began.
But he was silenced quickly by her slender finger to his mouth. Then she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Without hesitation, Bill fumbled with his pants to get at his member.
"Atta boy Bill, even
hard
workers have to play sometimes, right?" She sexily uttered. "Just stroke that hard cock for me now..."
"Yes Daphne..." he replied back. He didn't know why he used those words. It almost felt like he was obeying a mistress. Yet he still jacked off his dick. His eyes never left her big beautiful bust. Oh those tits, he eagerly thought...
"Yeah, stroke it faster Bill," she ordered as her began playing with her breasts. "Keep playing with your cock and I'll play with my tits, ok?"
"Yeah..." he helplessly moaned. Gosh the way she pushed them together. Those central pink nubs...the way she circled them...
She began to speak in a slow, airy, and seductive whisper now. "See how round they are...and big...I gotta say they're my proudest feature...." Her nipples weren't the only thing she teased. "I think they're your favourite too, no?" She snickered.
Bill opened his mouth to answer but Daphne shut him up. "Don't answer that. Just keep stroking it. Long...hard tugs..." she instructed. "You're getting hard...not hard enough yet though...I want that piece of meat completely tough and unbreakable for me...like every time you see me when I wear a tight blouse..."
She continued while continuing to shake her tits in his face. "Oh yeah Bill, I notice...You make it so obvious...It almost becomes a game for me...not to see when you get hard and how hard you get...but to see when you
don't
get hard..." She laughed. "But it's alright...I provoke it, don't I Bill? All the tight tops...fitted with extra cleavage...you just dreamed of the day when I'd be out of my blouse...getting all hard like you are now...retreating to your office to beat off..."
It was true. Her chest was such a focal point on her body...he could barely contain his excitement for it. It was difficult not to gaze at her big tits. Just as it was now...her hands massaging the soft, tanned titty flesh. They almost seemed overwhelmed by how much skin there was to clutch.
"Mmm...such a nice thick dick you have too...it is such a turn-on having you stroke it for me now...long and hard strokes remember...yes, like that...you'd stroke it for me any time I'd ask..." She snickered once again. She pushed her breasts together and pushed a finger between them to accentuate her next point. "Bet you'd love to get that fat cock between these globes...completely engulfed in cleavage...rubbing it back and forth, back and forth...you'd like that wouldn't you Bill?"
"Yesss..." he said.
"Well, maybe if you continue to be a good boy and cooperate, I'll let you have your go at these voluptuous titties...keep stroking...yeah...." She paused to look at him. His eyes never left her upper body. He was trapped in the hypnotic experience of her sultry voice, powerful words, and sexy body.
"Mmmm...you're hard as a rock...you going to cum Bill?"
"Ahhh...yess..." he answered back.
"You're going to cum for me aren't ya?"
"Yesssss...ohhhhhh...."
"Well then," she smiled as she straightened her body. "We need to find you avenue to shoot your load then. Where oh where can we do this...?" She pressed her breasts together again. Bill eyed Daphne's chest as if it were a painting canvass. His cum would glisten over her tits.
"In here." She picked up the coffee cup.
Bill looked at her quite confused. "What?" He said while stroking still.
"In here..." she repeated. "...you needed some cream you'll provide that..." She held out the cup in front of it.
He stared into it. This was nuts. He adamantly shook his head. "No....I won't do it..."
"You don't have a choice on the matter."
"Please Daphne..." He began to grovel.
"Just be quiet and cum in the cup Bill...I know you want to..."
By now Bill needed a release and bit the bullet. He shot his spunk as best he could into the black contents of the cup.
Daphne smiled. "That's it...aim nicely...don't make a mess...I want all of your cum in this cup...yeah, like that..."
With that, he emptied himself like Daphne asked. When he finished, he sat back in his chair while Daphne swivelled the coffee so the cum could settle in with the rest of the liquid. She took a sip. "Now that's a cup of coffee!" She said before setting it down on the table.
