I tried hard to concentrate on my work, but it's hard to be productive when a gorgeous three-foot-tall slut is kneeling under your desk with her mouth around your dick. Finally I stopped trying. I scooted my chair back and looked down at my pet elf, Emilliae.
She was wearing the porno version of women's business attire: Pantyhose, a short, brown skirt that clung tightly to her hips and a too-tight white blouse, the top buttons of which looked ready to snap from the pressure of her (proportionally) huge tits. To complete the look she wore a set of half frame glasses perched on the tip of her nose as she looked over them and up at me while she licked my dick. She smiled.
"Do I fill the job requirements, sir?" she asked playfully. "I really need this job, and I've always wanted to be a slutty secretary."
"You're hired." I smirked. "You better work hard, though. If you slack I'll have to punish you."
"OOOO," she cooed, "I'd just HATE to be punished! I better get to work then." She took the head of my dick into her mouth and sucked hard.
It had been about three months since I found Emilliae out by the river. She had acted haughty at first, but that was all an act meant to tantalize me into fucking her hard. She got her wish, and after I pumped my cum into her pussy, she informed me that we had formed a magical pact and that she would serve as my slave for the rest of my life.
When I took her back home I found her husband waiting for me. He tried to kill me so he could take his wife back with him to Faeton, land of the elves. To be honest I felt some sympathy for the little guy, but not enough to give up my new pet elf. I had to humiliate him a little bit to make him go away. Hopefully he's going to have to wait until I die of old age before he gets his wife back.
Until then she was all mine, and right now, she was deepthroating me. "Fuck," I grunted, and came down her throat. She looked up at me as she swallowed, with her lips sealed around the base of my shaft and her nose in my pubic hair. From the look in her eyes, I guessed that she would have been grinning happily if her lips weren't stretched around my cock. She pulled back as my orgasm receded. A few drops of cum fell on the carpet and she bent to lick them up.
"Cleanliness is important in the workplace," she giggled.
"Get me hard again," I ordered. "I want your pussy."
"With pleasure, boss." She took my softening dick into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it as it began to swell.
Someone knocked on my door. I hurriedly pushed Emilliae under my desk and scooted in my chair. "Come in!"
My boss, Jeff, opened the door and stepped in.
"Jeff," I said, "What can I do for you?" Jeff closed the door and leaned in over my desk, clearly trying to be intimidating.
"Your productivity is down, Jason," he said, ominously. He was clearly trying to scare me and I wasn't having it. I looked him right in the eyes.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm a little distracted with personal matters."
"I don't care about your... he screwed up his mouth imitating a mentally impaired person. "'personal matters'! I don't like you Jason. Upper management says I can't fire anyone without cause; otherwise you'd have been fired months ago. If your productivity doesn't go up, I'll have my excuse. Toodaloo." He opened my door and left.
Jackass. Jeff had done nothing but try to get me fired since I got this job. I sighed. I would just have to forgo workplace sex with my pretty little elf "secretary".
Or, maybe not. Emilliae was a magical creature. She was invisible to everyone unless I wanted them to see her, and she could cast all kinds of spells with her magic. There seemed to be some strange restrictions to her magical use, but even so, she could be invaluable for more than just sex. I let her out from under the desk.
"Emilliae, sneak into Jeff's office and modify the productivity reports."
"You don't think he'll notice that your productivity went up on the report?"
"Don't change my productivity report. Change his. Make it look like he's claiming credit for work that other people are doing. I wouldn't be surprised if he actually is, but make it obvious, so upper management notices."
Emilliae stood up. "You got it, boss!" She saluted and marched out of my office.
Once Jeff was fired, I could convince upper management to promote me to his old position somehow. Maybe Emilliae could find out a secret about one of them and I could use it for blackmail, or maybe she could just hypnotize them or something.
She stole back into the room a few minutes later, smiling as she closed the door. "Done. You know, following your orders, even when they have nothing to do with sex, makes me super horny!"
I picked her up and set her down on my desk on her back. "That's good, because like I said, I want your pussy." She wasn't wearing panties, of course, and she spread her legs eagerly and moaned as I pushed myself to the hilt into her tiny, wet box.
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Twenty minutes later Emiliae was still laying on my desk, but now her blouse was torn open, my cum was trickling from her gaping pussy and she looked utterly satisfied. I moved my cock up to her face and let her suck out the last of my spunk. She pulled her mouth off my cock with a loud *Pop*.
"I fucking love this job. All elf girls should be slutty secretaries." She smiled. "Should I get you hard again, boss?"
"Nah. Better not. I should actually get some work done. You run along home." She slid off the desk.
"Yes, sir," she said, the disappointment plain in her voice.
"Feel free to use the computer," I said. Emilliae perked up a little. She loved human porn.
"Alright. See you when you get home, master." She walked out my office door, completely unconcerned about her plainly well-fucked appearance. And why should she be? She was, after all, invisible. I turned my attention to my work.
I own a car, but I usually take the bus to and from work. It's better for the environment and I hate paying for gas. Anyway, to get from the bus stop to my house, the quickest way is to cut through a wash. A wash is like a dry riverbed where water runs when it rains. I live in a very dry part of the country, and though I love to fish I have to drive for hours to find a suitable body of water.
So I was cutting through the wash on the way back to my house when I suddenly fell down. When I tried to get up, I found I couldn't move. I couldn't even twitch my fingers or toes! I panicked, eyes rolling in my head. I was in the middle of a wash, no one was around and I couldn't fucking move!
