2003-09-21 - 9:29 p.m.
A reader who calls me his 'fetish' asked me for a story about a boss and sexy secretary. I don't know if this is exactly what he had in mind, but this is what *my* twisted mind came up with.
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I'm a secretary, my first job out of college. I'm delighted by the brand new computer that I get to use, and the T1 access to the Internet. My boss is hardly ever around, he travels all the time, and so once I have done my work (I am at least that honest) I surf on the Internet for hours.
Oh, the things I find on the Internet. At first I simply amuse myself with news and games and goofy net doodads, and forwarding around funny jokes.
But then one afternoon I'm in that mood -- a long afternoon, and I'm horny. I quickly find that there is no taste too perverse to be represented on the Internet. I quickly gravitate to the kind of nasty things that turn me on... pictures of gang bangs, stories about rape and incest, and in particular I save pictures of hot sexy girls with cum oozing out of their pussies. In this day and age of course that's so dangerous, and I marvel at the porn stars, and amateurs, willing to do that... even as it makes my pussy almost as juicy.
I get so horny looking at this stuff that I also end up ordering some sex toys from a slick and shiny web site. I pay the extra for express shipping. But of course since I work, I must have the package sent to the office, otherwise no one could sign for it at my apartment. They promise discreet packaging.
A few days later the boss is back in town. He is in his office for a little while, then he calls me in.
"Miss M___. May I have a moment of your time please?"
"Yes, Mr. D__," I am surprised, he's never asked me in the office the few times I've seen him. I take a pad and pencil just in case. I go in.
"Yes, sir?"
"Please close the door, Miss M__."
Ulp. I close the door. What's going on? Am I going to be fired? He gazes sternly at me.
I'm hyperconscious suddenly of the clothes I'm wearing today. I was not expecting to see him today and my outfit is not entirely professional... it's Friday, and I was planning to go out with some friends to a dance club. I wasn't going to have time after work to go home to change before meeting them, so I figured I'd just wear the little black dress to work, and toss a jacket on over it. Still, my heels are at least 3 inches high, and the dress is cut low, jacket or no jacket. I feel his eyes taking in every detail. I was hoping to meet somebody tonight. To get laid. So I've got on sexy underwear, and my legs and pussy are satin-smooth.
"Miss M__, did you know that unless you clear out the cache, a web browser retains a history of the pages it's visited?"
Oh my God. My blood runs cold. I had heard something like that... but I never thought my boss would check it!
"I... no... sir." Maybe ignorance will save me?
"You seem to be very interested in pornography, Miss M__. You have spent an astonishing amount of company time perusing it. And downloading it. Did you know your 'cream pie' folder is available to the entire network?"
My legs are shaking now. I wish I were not wearing these shoes! "I..."
"Oh, and a package has arrived for you. I brought it from the mailroom." He puts it on the desk. It's the package from the sex toy place, which was supposed to arrive yesterday. "Personal items? Please open it."
"But -- "
"OPEN IT."
Humiliated, I open the box. There on the boss' desk, my special early birthday presents to myself. The big black dildo. The vibrating clit cup. And the butt plug made out of pink crystal jelly. Huh. It looked nicer in the catalog picture.
Included, a free vial of lube.
I look up at the boss.
"Since you moistened your cunt on company time with company resources... your moist cunt is a company resource. Get it up here on the desk and show it to me, Lauren. Do it now."
My heart is pounding, mouth dry. I slowly move to the desk and climb on. After maneuvering around I am sitting on his desk blotter, facing him with my legs open and my short skirt riding up.
"These are panties," says the boss. "I asked for cunt."
So saying he reaches over for scissors and cuts out the crotch panel of my expensive Victoria's Secret panties. The cool air touches my pussy... which is moist.
I whimper.
"Let's see," says Mr. D__, pulling the box over and rummaging through my toys. "You had these sent here. You must have meant to use them here."
"No, I -- "
"Quiet. That's what you're going to do. Your cunt is moist, Lauren. Play with your toys on company time. Consider this your review."
He pushes the dildo into my pussy, working it in. I gasp.
"So big and black. Why did you choose this one, Lauren? Is this the kind of cock you like? There are lots of them in the pictures you downloaded, aren't there. Big black cocks stretching white pussies wide."
"Ohh! oh..." as the big thick shaft works in and out of me. "I... Just wanted to pretend..."
"I see. Well then..." He reaches for the lube and pushes the butt plug into my ass, wiggling it till it's seated all the way to the hilt. I'm moaning now, pushing up my hips.
"Such nice toys. You're filled so full. But something seems neglected."
I whimper and moan... both at the same time. He pulls the clit cup from the box. Oh God.
He puts the straps around my thighs, adjusts the little plastic cup so it sits right on my swollen clit. Then he turns it on.
"OHHHHH!" I moan, hips bucking, my cunt and my ass filled up even as the buzzing against my little button, my little bundle of nerves, goes on and on.
Mr. D__ walks around the desk to my head. He unzips his pants. He does not even have to tell me to suck: I latch onto it as greedily as a baby to a bottle. Mr. D__'s cock plunges in and out of my mouth, gagging me. One of his hands is in the front of my low-cut dress pinching a nipple painfully hard.
I'm cumming. The cup buzzes against my captive clit, stimulating it to detonation. I writhe, mewing around the hard bar of flesh in my mouth, the buzzing goes on and on, overstimulating me. I reach to turn it off but he pulls out of my mouth and moves quickly back around the desk, taking the control away as I fumble with it.
He yanks out the dildo, then slams his cock into my sopping wet pussy hole, still spasming with extended orgasm as the clit cup keeps going. He grunts, a long groan, cock throbbing... warm cum inside me. I sob even as I continue to cum.
He pulls out quickly, mercifully pulls off the buzzing cup, but then -- takes a Polaroid from his desk and takes a picture of my pussy. As the flash blinds me I feel a fat, thick trickle of cum dribbling down my slit.
"A nice picture for your collection," says Mr. D__.