Secretary

It was a dull, grey, morning, and I already felt exhausted before I even started work. I wondered what I was doing sat behind a computer all day long for a measly £6.00 an hour. It barely even paid the rent and bills, let alone gave me enough to enjoy myself and do the things I wanted to do with my life.

And even worse, my boss was a real slave driver. Oh yes, he was mean alright. He would drive up in his flash Porsche every day while he was too tight to pay his admin staff enough to afford a car full stop. He'd make me work unpaid overtime on the grounds that I had not 'completed my duties'.
That was partly why I felt so flaky that morning, I'd been there until 8pm the night before. As I had to catch the bus it took me an hour to get home, and I couldn't go straight to sleep after eating my pathetic meal of beans on toast (it was near the end of the month). I had to be up at six the next morning to give me enough time to get ready and be at work.

The bus was crowded, and I silently cursed as I felt a man rub against me from behind as I was standing. I had a tight skirt on. But I was too embarrassed to say anything, even when I could feel he had a hard on. I might have found it thrilling, anything to liven up my dull life. But sadly there was only one man on my mind right then.

I hated to say it, but it was my slave driver of a boss. Even though he was a nasty fucker I had to admit he was as hot as hell. He was so good looking and fit, and he had a real sexy voice. Even when he laid into me for not getting my work done the sound of his voice excited me, so did the way that he moved – everything about him, in fact. I wondered if that was the reason I continued working in that bloody office. I sometimes thought I could get a better paying job but put myself off looking for one.

I got to the office just in time. I was lucky, because I could see him in his office. He peered through the glass at me and looked at his watch. Meanwhile the supervisor was sat by the computer close to the entrance. I hated her, and I was certain she was having an affair with him too. She was a nasty slave driver too, and she dressed to prove it. She came to work dressed in the shortest skirt you could find, wearing fishnet tights, a tight, low cut red blouse fit snugly to her large breasts and shitloads of make up, bright red lipstick and everything.

As I walked in she looked at me like I was a piece of filth. 'You're on time, for a change', she sneered. Before I reached my desk she called me over. Grabbing me by the arm, she pulled me into the bathroom.'Look in the mirror', she said.

I did, and I couldn't see what was wrong. My hair was tied up, I had little make up on but didn't think I was ugly. I had a plain white loose blouse, and my black skirt was fairly tight but about knee length. I wore a flat pair of Mary Jane shoes with my beige skin coloured stockings.

'You should put on some make up, Sally', she said. 'Do you want to fade into the background all your life? Here', she said, handing me an eyeliner pencil. 'Put this on, else you'll never get a promotion'.

I did as I was told and put on the black eyeliner, after which she produced some more eye make up and then some lipstick, a slightly darker red shade. I felt a bit of a fool, but I put it on anyway.

'You need to improve that hairdo as well', she said. 'Mouse is a boring colour, and don't you know tying it into a bun is just plain dull?'.

I almost protested but she silenced me. 'I got you a present', she said. From her bag she produced a pair of hoop earrings. 'Put them on', she said.

'Why, thank you', I replied'.

'Don't worry', she said. 'I can see an improvement already. And', she said, smiling with a glint in her eye 'maybe our little wage slave might get what she's been wanting for ages. Don't think I don't know'.

I felt myself go red in the face, and felt the ground could swallow me there and then. She continued staring me in the eye then laughed before she left the room. 'Good luck', she said. 'You're gonna need it, alright. Cos you are in trouble, alright'.

What had I done? I was afraid to go out and face the music, but I knew it was inevitable.

When I walked out she ignored me, and I found a huge stack of papers on my desk. Where had they come from? Surely I wasn't expected to do all that today? Oh, hell. I thought things could not get any worse, but there was more in store. I found the papers were those I had typed and printed off the previous day, during all that overtime! There was a note from the boss on the top of them, simply stating that he wished to see me in his office, and to take the papers with me. I was terrified of what was in store, but knew I had no choice but to comply.

I picked up the papers and I gingerly knocked on his door. 'Come in', he said sternly.

When I walked in and approached he looked surprised for a moment. 'Have to say you look nice this morning', he said. 'A shame your performance hasn't been up to scratch'.

'W-what do you mean?' I asked.

'Those papers in your hand', he said. 'Put them down on this desk, now'.

I obeyed, and he showed me the first page. 'There are spelling errors everywhere, and typos, everything. The grammer for the letters you've written is unworthy of anyone with a high school education, let alone college'.

He looked me up and down, and I trembled as I felt his eyes piercing into me. 'I really don't know what to do about this', he exclaimed.

Neither did I. I was ashamed I had made so many mistakes, in spite of the fact I had been tired due to all the long hours he forced me to work.

He got up and pulled the blind down over the glass. Even then, even when I feared being fired, I still thought he was fit. I felt so humiliated I felt almost like crying, but I held it back.

'You are going to have to pay for this', he said. 'Bend over that desk, now', he said in his deep, sexy voice.

I was shocked, but did as he asked. I started to think that maybe I wanted to be punished...and got vaguely excited at the idea.

I bent over the desk and found myself on all fours. He pulled my skirt up to expose the top of my stockings and my white knickers. I gasped as he felt between my legs, and found myself getting moist. He removed my knickers to expose my bare arse.

He then spanked my arse, hard, several times. It stung, and as I cried out he pulled my head back, took my hair down, took off his tie and gagged me with it. As he spanked me again I felt an odd sensation of pleasure combined with pain, and I felt my pussy get wetter.
I shivered as he felt again between my legs. 'You little slut', he said. 'You like this really, don't you?'

I nodded.

He pulled my legs apart and slid his finger inside me. I felt my body pulsating, and I writhed around on the desk, moving my arse around as he moved his fingers in and out. My pussy was dripping by then, and both he and I knew what I wanted, what I was in fact gagging for, literally. But he made me wait, I guess that was part of the punishment. He teased me with his fingers, grabbing my shaven pussy then rubbing my soaked clit while finger fucking me, harder and harder and hitting my g-spot. I felt him touch my cervix and moaned as my whole body trembled with ecstasy and longing, my juices flowing.

My pussy was wide open, and he slid all his fingers into me. I felt my muscles clutch onto them greedily while he moved them around inside. And I came, spasms of intensity rushing through not only my cunt but my whole body. I would have cried out loudly had I not been gagged, so I moaned and moaned.

He removed the gag from me. Sweat was running down my face, and my long hair was dishevelled.

'I bet I know what my little slave would like now', he said. 'But I'm not sure whether she should have it or not.....'

I took a deep breath. 'Please fuck me', I quietly begged.

'Not just yet', he said. He came over in front of me, undid his zipper and took out his big, erect, throbbing cock. 'Suck it', he ordered.

He put his cock into my mouth and rammed it in an out. My cunt was still aching, in fact I was aching for him, especially when I felt him get harder as he thrust himself in and out of my mouth.

'Greedy little slave can't get enough, can she?', he asked.

I shook my head. 'No', I admitted. 'I can't'.

'What was that?' he repeated. 'Say again, I didn't get that'.

'I can't', I gasped, 'get enough'.

'Well, it looks like I'm gonna have to fuck you, aren't I?'

'Oh, yes please', I begged 'Please do'.

I cried out as he thrust his cock deep inside me from behind. I moved my body against his in rhythm, and I was in heaven as he fucked me harder and deeper. I didn't want him to stop sliding his enormous cock in and out of my soaking wet, trembling pussy. I moved my arse higher by leaning above the stacks of paper so he could get as deep into me as he possibly could. As he fucked me so hard and deep I felt rushes of pain combined with the most intense pleasure I had felt in my life. He spanked me again while he fucked me and it became more intense, so much that I came again. In fact I couldn't stop cumming, one blast of ecstasy would just follow another. 'Harder, harder', I begged. He gagged me again as I was crying out, loudly, by that stage.
He fucked me as hard as he could, so hard that I felt my inside would explode. He went so deep that he was hitting parts of me I didn't know even existed. And I still kept cumming, each orgasm being more intense than the last until I finally let it all out in one huge ecstatic tremor, my cunt juices squirting all over his cock, When he took it out my thighs were soaking wet, and cum was flowing out of my pussy like a river. He put his hand inside me, took the juices from my wide open cunt and rubbed them all over my arse and thighs. He then removed my gag.

He put his cock into my mouth again, and while my pussy was throbbing gently he came in my mouth and on my face. I swallowed what I could of his hot salty cum while he rubbed the rest over my face, smearing my make up. I licked my lips.

'You know what?; he said. 'Your hair looks better down, I think we should keep it that way'.

'Shouldn't we?' he said, grabbing me by it.

I nodded in assent.

'And do wear some make up – I like the look of it when it's smudged'.

I got up wearily from the desk, I did feel truly shagged out.

'I'll just be a sec', he said, motioning to leave the room. 'Don't get dressed'.

I was surprised to find him return with the supervisor, the woman who had given me that make up and those earrings to wear.

'She', he said to her, looking at me 'Is to be our new slave, starting from today. How does our slave feel about that?'

'Good', I sighed.

'What do you think of her?' he asked her about me.',

'I'll have to find that out', she said, 'of course. But she's looking good so far'.

She rubbed her hands over my arse, which was covered in red welts, and then had a feel of my shaved, wet, cunt.

'She's certainly a filthy little slut on the quiet. Have to discipline her sometimes'

Indeed I will', he said. 'Take your top off', he ordered.

I took my top and my white bra off so I was naked save for my beige stockings and Mary Janes.

'Cute', said the supervisor. She approached me and took hold of my bare breasts, and fondled my nipples. I found myself get excited again.

'Enough now, slave', he said to me. 'There is work to do, Stay naked, sit at the spare computer and retype all those papers'.

'Yes sir'. I sat down (although my arse was sore) and began typing, He gagged me so his slave would be seen and not heard. While I worked he would occasionally fondle my breasts or feel in between my legs. I would spread them open at his request as I was still horny and wet down there, I wouldn't have minded some more but it was up to him.

When the day was over I was asked to be back in there the same time the following day. I hoped I made no errors but kind of hoped I had, as I knew now that I loved to be spanked.

I left the office that day knowing I was a new women. I had a new vocation, that of an office slave. A few colleagues looked at me curiously when I left, due to my smudged make up and my wild hair. But what they thought didn't matter – all I cared about was my new master, my boss and my lover, and, of course, my new mistress, why I was now open to the idea of getting to know better......

Kitty is an escort and many things beside - she has written many pieces of literature, erotic and non erotic! She lives on the South Coast of England.