The Prime Ministers Secretary

PM 55

Susan, Secretary 24

Part 1 -- PM-Elect

Having just won the election the Minister is now the new PM-elect. He summons his secretary to his office.

"Ah, come in, Susan. Please close the door. We need to discuss an important matter. We won't be disturbed for a while," the PM said as authoritatively as he could, sitting behind his desk, making it obvious that he was a very important person now. Well, not technically the new PM as he hasn't been sworn in and taken office yet. But he's acting like the new PM and refers to himself as the new PM.

"Yes, sir," Susan said demurely.

Having worked with the Minister for about a year as an assistant to his permanent secretary, and got somewhat used to working in a high pressure and demanding job at 24 Susan found it rather daunting to be in the same office and speaking with the PM no less!...Even though the PM was the same man as the Minister that she had been working for.

"You realise that being a Minister is one thing but being a Prime Minister, well, that just is completely another."

"Yes, sir," Susan said, somehow finding it difficult to make eye contact, struggling to lift up from the carpet.

"And that demands a very capable secretary. You have been a revelation, I must say. I took a gamble hiring you straight from university, to help the young graduates, as per the Party's manifesto."

"Thank you, sir. I am really grateful. I have tried my best to please you," Susan relaxed a little and allowed herself a little smile, even permitting herself to look the PM in the eyes.

"Yes, that you have. And I hope you will continue to please me. You see, being the secretary of a Minister is one thing, but being a secretary of a PM is completely different." The PM got up and moved around to the front of his desk and leaned back a little, resting against his desk, facing Susan.

"Yes, sir," Susan felt obliged to answer, but she was not sure how different it would be.

"There are state secrets you will have access to. My work will mean more stress for me and I will be more tense. Can you handle the additional pressure and higher profile? Can you delivery on my needs?

"Oh, yes sir. Absolutely," Susan's heart began to thump, sensing her job was on the line. But a frown also crossed her brow noticing that the PM was making a strange gesture with his head and eyes, sort of nodding downwards.

"Now, you do understand what I mean by delivering on my needs, and your additional tasks of relieving my stress and tension, don't you?"

"Um, y..yes," Susan replied, now not really so certain at all. Again she saw the PM nod strangely downwards with the pointing eyes. Very confusing.

"And there will be much travel involved and you will be accompanying me to continue to perform all your tasks. You see my wife won't be accompanying me most of the time. So this is where I will need you to step in. And you are accepting this?"

"Um...er, sir...I'm not sure I understand what you mean?"

"What bit is confusing you?"

"I'm not sure what you mean by I'm having to step in for your wife, sir."

"When I go home my wife obviously performs her martial wifely duties and that provides my relief. I'm sure you and your husband engage in the same activity in your bedroom. It's just that running a country will be very stressful and I will need relief on more occasions when I'm in the office or abroad. You obviously must know how relaxing it can be after a nice hard orgasm. It will set me up nicely for my next crucial meeting with a head of state, etc. You understand." The PM was so business like, but finally alluded to what he was referring to.

Susan was stunned. She did not know what to say. She could not believe what she heard.

"Sir, forgive me. But did you say orgasm? Am I to understand that you are asking me...to...?" she couldn't say it. She couldn't associate a PM, the upstanding position, asking for such a thing.

"Yes. Are you accepting this position as my secretary?"

"Sir, I'm married."

"And if you weren't married you would have accepted?"

"No...I mean...Please, sir. I have been a very good secretary. I need this job. I have a young son and a sick mother..." Susan pleaded. She had had to marry young, whilst still at university, since she got pregnant. Luckily her boyfriend agreed to marry, but he doesn't have a job yet.

"It IS your decision. But if you want to be the PM's secretary and the high profile to go with it, with double your current wages, with plenty of perks and bonuses, you know what to do," and again he nodded downwards, but this time he also pointed to his groin, leaving no doubt as to what she had to do to keep her job. "I'd hate to loose you," he added. The demand and the threat was obvious. The PM allowed a pause for Susan to think it through.

Susan stared into the distance. She definitely needed the money, and the extra money...DOUBLE her current salary AND bonuses! What would her husband say? She knew there's no way she could confer with him or tell him. She knew what he'd say. But...

Very slowly, silently, Susan slid forward grudgingly. She kneeled and put her pen and notepad on the carpet. And with hands shaking nervously she reached up and tentatively unzipped the PM's trousers using just her fingertips for minimum contact. Taking a deep breath she reached inside and flinched at the first contact with his bulge. Holding her breath she reached further inside; she closed her eyes at the touch of his wiry pubic hair and his hot penis. As if frightened to touch it she tentatively took hold of the hardening member and pulled it all the way out with only her two fingers and her thumb. She forced her eyes to open and saw the Prime Minster's semi-hard light brown cock, but a few shades darker than his face and hands. She sighed, she gulped, leaned forward and took the head in her mouth and exhaled in resignation.

"That's a good girl."

Slowly Susan got into it, taking most of the PM's cock in her mouth and repeatedly bobbed her head. She felt it harden, making it harder for her to suck. Of course she was used to sucking a cock, like any married woman, but this felt different. Then all of a sudden, when it was fully hard, rather unexpectedly the PM stopped her.

"That's enough. Stand up," he said.

Susan couldn't believe it. She was glad he only wanted his cock sucked; she had feared worse. But then...

"Lean against the desk," he said and gently, but firmly bent her over the desk.

"What's going on, sir?" Susan asked nervously.

"Just stay there and let me now do all the work," the PM instructed. He slid his hands down along her rear and slowly lifted up her skirt.

"Sir, please. I don't want to. I thought..." She thought she'd only had to suck him off.

Without any more words from him the PM quickly exposed the young woman's knickers, covered by her skin coloured tops of her tights. How pretty he thought her knickers were - cream with little black polka dots. To pre-empt any more protests, he quickly pulled down the tights to her knees, pulled aside the gusset of her knickers and pushed his cock into her pussy. Her pussy was wet enough. Contrary to her protests sucking a powerful man such as a PM did effect her arousal.

"Ohhhhh, sir!"

The PM held her by her waist and simply fucked her, marvelling her tight pussy giving him such a snug fit, glorying in his good fortune at hiring such a compliant young woman. After delivering 3 kids, at her age his wife's pussy was no longer tight as it once was. Yes, he was glad he thought of this. What good is being a powerful man if he couldn't use his power? Yes, he was going to love fucking his secretary, this is why one hires a sexy young secretary, isn't it?! To leer at, and hopefully to fuck.

"Unnngh!" He cried out as he quickly ejaculated into the young woman; the thrill of his conquest was just too exhilarating. Again and again he jabbed with his cock with each spurt, savouring the sweet relief. He of course fucked his wife yesterday night in celebration of becoming PM-elect, but somehow fucking a young secretary is going to give you a fresh new super load, isn't it?

After extracting himself, he waited for Susan to re-adjust her knickers (she put a swab of tissue in her gusset) and pull up her tights before indicating to his cock once again. Susan was confused.

"You need to clean it. I can't attend meetings smelling of your pussy," the PM said demandingly.

Susan obediently knelt once again and licked and sucked her bosses cock clean. She had never done that before -- suck a cock clean after it's fucked her, but then she had never cheated on her husband before either. Although she wasn't cheating really, she was being forced to do it, to keep her job. Getting up she faced the PM.

"What am I going to tell my husband?"

"Tell? You don't tell him anything. You don't tell him anything that goes on in the PM's office. It is confidential. You know that, don't you?" Curiously he said that almost joyfully.

"But..."

"Thank you, Susan. See you tomorrow," he dismissed any further conversation.

Susan walked out quietly feeling confused, and aware of her pussy and her knickers being wet.

Part 2 -- Day 2

Next day everything was normal, it was all business; Susan did her secretarial tasks diligently and yesterday was forgotten like it hadn't happened. Then at the end of the day Susan was summoned to the PM's office.

"Yes, sir?"

"Close the door, Susan," the PM said, sitting behind his desk. She did.

"Come here, please," PM indicated for Susan to stand next to his chair behind the desk.

Susan obeyed, feeling nervous all of a sudden. With the work during the day her mind was completely occupied and she did not have the time to dwell on the happenings of yesterday evening.

"Now, you see, I need to make sure I made the right decision."

"Sir?" Susan inquired.

"I need to see what you have..." the PM said as he started to unbutton his secretary's white blouse, the kind that is semi transparent, teasingly giving a hint of her white lacy bra underneath. Startled, Susan stepped back, but he held her arm and pulled her back. "Stay there, please."

Shaking Susan stood as her boss methodically unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it out of her formal black skirt and pulled it apart, holding it open in a dramatic revealing. He smiled. But Susan just looked straight ahead, over his head, trying to endure her boss's whims.

The blouse was taken off, and then the skirt was unzipped and left to fall to the ground.

"Very nice. I always wondered if you wore matching knickers with your lovely sexy lacy bras. I now see you do," he said, nodding approvingly. "I have noticed, you know. The way you wear revealing tops to show off your sexy bras. Oh, yes, I DID notice, you know, these wonderful things," he said as he caressed the two magnificent round lace-covered mounds. Then reaching behind her he undid the bra and pulled it off, and looked at the label. "Oh, yes. These are very nice, Susan," he squeezed and sucked the firm c-cup breasts. "Lovely to see young woman's breasts again. My wife's sag now, you see." Then he slipped off her knickers to the knees. "Oh, you shave?"

Susan didn't know if that was a rhetorical question, but she didn't answer; too embarrassed to.

She couldn't believe that she was standing naked in the PM's office having been stripped naked by him. She stood there feeling vulnerable and wondering if she made the right decision. She had thought he might ask for the occasional handjob or maybe a blowjob. She clenched her fists a few times to summon courage to stay and not run out of the office; to try to endure his lurid comments and his wondering hands taking liberties with her body.

"Never mind. But your pussy is perfect. Nothing peeking out. A lovely package," he said as he slipped a hand between the open legs and felt up his secretary. "I had to see if your attributes would be acceptable. And I'm happy to say you will do just fine." Turning her around, she shuffled feeling undignified, he admired her pert round buttocks -- running both hands over them. Then quickly and firmly he pushed her onto the desk on her back, loosing her skirt and knickers. Somehow he had pulled his cock out -- it was hard already -- and shoved it into her pussy.

He fucked her hard, venting his passion and demonstrating his authority. Bending over her he groped her tits and kissed her. She tried to resist, somehow trying to keep at least that only for her husband, but the determined aging power-hungry man held her head with both hands and had his way with her. He amazed himself at this own audacity, at what he was getting away with. His ego surged; and his blood surged to his already hard cock. Feeling really horny at being able to do just what he liked with this young woman he devoured her mouth, sticking his tongue into her mouth, and rapidly thrust into her cunt with his steel hard cock, like a dog in heat. Feverishly fucking her, he even wondered if this would be considered rape. This illicit thought took him over the edge and he spurted jets of his cum into the tight pussy.

The PM slumped in his chair, panting, catching his breath, whilst Susan was shaking as she very quickly got dressed. She was so dazed and confused.

"Susan," the PM called, pointing to his deflated cock still sticking out of his trousers.

"Yes, s..." she started, but knew what she had to do. She knelt between her boss's legs to lick and suck his cock clean; a strange sight of the suited boss having his cock sucked by his naked secretary on her knees; probably a common sight in the higher echelons.

Still leaving his cock exposed he held Susan's head in both hands. Seeing her confused state he said:

"Susan, you have sex with your husband, don't you?"

Susan didn't feel she could answer such personal questions, even for the PM.

"Don't you?"

But she eventually felt compelled to. "Yes," she said looking down, unable to meet his eyes.

"What we are doing here is nothing more then what you already do. You being such a young woman, I'm sure you fuck your husband many times a week. When I was your age I fucked any girl that opened her legs. And when I got married, you could say I just kept my cock in my wife all the time, we were like the Siamese Twins - joined at the groin; I fucked her that much! You like to fuck don't you?"

Who doesn't? "Yes, sir," she grudgingly said; stunned to hear her boss talk about his private past sex life.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to ask you to do anything you don't do already. Ok? Just a blowjob or a fuck to relieve the tension." How would he know what she does in the privacy of her bedroom?

Susan nodded meekly. She knew she was once again implicitly conceding to be fucked. She got up and made to leave the room.

"Er, Susan."

"Yes, sir?"

"Continue to dress in the same way as you have been doing. It makes you look very attractive. You know, skirts and dresses, but never trousers. Ok?"

"Yes, sir." She knew why - easier access to her pussy -- the bastard.

"And no thongs. Absolutely no thongs. I hate the bloody things."

Can he do that? Can he even dictate what underwear she should wear? But she said: "Er, ok, sir." That was ok. She doesn't have any. She also hates them.

"And one more thing - let your pussy hair grow. I'm not keen on a shaved pussy. I want to see hair between your legs; keep it natural." He was really pushing his power.

Susan's cheeks burned. "But sir! My husband..." she stopped, too embarrassed to reveal her personal details, even after being stripped naked and fucked. "My husband asked me to shave. He prefers me...shaved." Susan ended her sentence in almost a whisper, not believing the words coming out of her own mouth.

"Well, tell him...tell him you can't shave anymore, it's too itchy and shaving there is too delicate."

"Susan...?" he left that hanging.

"I'll try," Susan conceded meekly. She felt trapped, being pulled both ways.

"Good. I even told my wife never to shave or trim down there. She has a nice bush -- a few grey hairs though. See you tomorrow."

"Good night, sir." A picture of the PM's wife without her knickers flashed in her head...with a hairy pussy.

As soon as the PM got home he pulled his wife to their bedroom, swiftly took of his trousers, reached under his wife's dress, took off her knickers and fucked her regally. He fucked her with incredible fervour and force, grunting like an animal, grounding his greying pubic hair against his wife's greying bush. His wife was speechless at his antics but she did her marital duty and lay there with her legs spread allowing him his rightful access to her pussy, guessing that he needed to let off some tension acquired through his high-powered job. She didn't realise that he was fucking this hard not because he loved her, nor because he was celebrating his ascendancy, but because he couldn't believe what he had done to his secretary. It had made him horny like hell retrospectively just thinking about it and picturing his secretary's young naked body.

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Part 3 - Day 3

"Susan, can you come in please," the PM summoned.

"Yes, sir?" she asked, closing the door.

"Come here please," he indicated from behind his desk for her to stand next to his chair.

Susan stood nervously where indicated, with notepad and a pen in her hand.

"I'm just going to make some routine checks to make sure you're complying with our agreement," the PM said mysteriously.

Without another word he slips his hand up her skirt and grabs her crotch. Susan instantly flinches and tries to step back. But the PM was prepared for this by firmly holding onto her crotch. His brazen behaviour was such that he did not even feel the need to acknowledge Susan's surprise, he simply slid his hand further though her legs to feel her round orbs. Then he brought it back to the front and slid it inside the leg elastic.

"Eek," Susan flinched once again, in even greater surprise.

"Good, proper knickers. No silly thong," nodded the PM. "And I can feel the stubble here. Good. Now, can you please take these notes." He kept his hand up her skirt stroking Susan's pussy as he talked. When the PM finished dictating his note to Susan, he said, "I have a meeting with a foreign ambassador. I need to have a clear head. Can you bend over here?"

Susan for a moment was unsure what the PM meant. But when the PM just stared at her, waiting, she understood his instruction. She duly obeyed.

"I didn't manage to fuck my wife this morning, so feeling a bit tense. Just need to have a clear head," he said and nonchantly lifted her skirt and fucked his secretary from the rear.

In the afternoon, whilst he was on the phone, he pinged Susan to come in. Upon entering the PM gestured for her to his chair. Still talking on the phone he unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out and pointed to his cock. Susan understood. With a deep sigh of resignation she positioned herself between the PM's legs and proceeded to suck her boss's cock. All the time he continued with his conversation.

When Susan sensed that his climax was imminent she began to panic. His cum was going to spurt all over her and his clothes and she didn't have a tissue -- she obviously wasn't prepared for giving a blowjob. She attempted to slip his cock out of her mouth so she could look for tissues on the desk, but the PM had other ideas. Putting the phone on speaker thus having both hands free, he held his secretary firmly by the head and jabbed into her mouth with 3 quick sharp thrusts. It was all he could do to not groan in pleasure as he ejaculated his cum into the virgin mouth. He ignored her muffled protests and shake of her head, he had no idea that Susan had never allowed her husband to cum in her mouth. With the ecstasy washing over him he still held Susan impaled on his cock. Poor Susan couldn't breathe meaning she HAD to swallow to clear her airways and take a breath through her nose.