Secretary Number Five
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She felt him press his thumb against her sensitive anus and her eyes shot wide open as he played with her butt. She didn’t want him pressing it into her, not there, but she relaxed as it moved to another target. He’d just been playing, messing with her. In return, she bared her teeth and scraped them along the skin of his shaft, eliciting another groan from him.
Mia could feel her own orgasm rising within her, but already his cock was swelling in her mouth. It was obvious she couldn’t get there in time, but she didn’t want to spoil the moment by slackening off.
She pulled her mouth about halfway off, sealing her lips around his end, and teased the tiny hole at the very tip with her tongue. He gasped and his hips started to jerk spasmodically as the end swelled in her mouth and then spat the first string of his cum into her mouth. His fingers inside her curled and she jerked as she felt her own fire ignite, then Simon returned his thumb to her sphincter and pressed inside, just to the first knuckle, but she felt on fire as he continued to ejaculate into her mouth. She couldn’t moan or scream with her mouth full of both cock and cum, and the sudden intrusion pushed her over the edge and she came hard, her head falling off his cock, her mouth open, dribbling spunk down over her chin and chest as she heaved for breath.
“You…you bastard!”
He chuckled. “You came, didn’t you?”
“That was forbidden territory.”
She turned to look at him, knowing ribbons of cum coated the lower part of her face, and the upper part of her chest.
“God, you look so sexy when you’re angry.”
She snorted. “I mean it, forbidden territory.” She looked down at herself and shook her head. “You mean angry and covered in your cum.”
“That, too. You want to get a shower while I make some coffee?”
“Yeah, but do yourself a favor first.”
“What?”
“Wash your hand before you make the coffee.”
Chapter 10
Simon was surprised when she was up with his alarm and even beat him into the bathroom to shower. Surprise turned into mystification when she got dressed while he showered, wearing a very conservative-cut business suit and, by the time he was half-dressed, she was out the door heading for the kitchen.
When he finally made it downstairs, she’d made the coffee and toasted a couple of muffins, and was just reaching for the phone.
“Who are you calling…?”
She shushed him and scrolled through the numbers, then pressed the call button.
“Oh, hi, Marion, it’s Mia. Has Jim left for work already?”
“No, he’s still here. Is something wrong?”
“No, everything’s good here.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, there’s just one detail I need to take care of. That’s why I need to speak to Jim.”
“I’m glad everything’s okay now. You’ll have to tell me how you managed it.”
Mia chuckled. “Quite a bit of help, really.”
“Hang on, I’ll call him. Jim, it’s the phone, Mia wants you…”
Simon was watching her but she just winked at him and held the phone to her ear.
“Mia, is something wrong?”
“God, no, nothing, everything’s fine.”
“Oh, good. So if you and Simon are okay why…”
“Why am I calling at this early hour?”
He chuckled at the other end of the phone, and Mia joined in.
“Something like that, yes.”
“Because there is still one problem that needs solving.”
“Okay…”
“Simon’s listening in so I’m not talking behind his back, but he doesn’t know why I’m calling you.”
“Right.”
She giggled. “You should see his face right now, it’s a picture. Anyway, we all have one problem still to solve, and I’m the one who’s going to solve it.”
“Sorry, Mia, I love you like a daughter, or maybe a sister, but you’re going have to tell me. Marion’s listening in and she’s as mystified as I am.”
“It’s simple. We all know my husband can’t keep it in his pants around his secretaries. So, from here on we have to find him a secretary who isn’t going to object to being fucked by him and who I’m not going to object to him fucking.”
“Mia!”
“Mia!”
She could hear Marion echoing Jim’s words just as Simon did in the room with her. It was like hearing her name called from all points of the compass, then she heard Marion start to laugh in the background as she guessed what Mia was driving at. She was watching Simon intently and suddenly the mystified look fell away, his mouth dropped open and he looked her up and down once.
“You…”
She heard whispering at the other end of the phone as Marion obviously clued in her husband. Mia waved Simon to silence as Jim suddenly laughed. After a minute he spoke again, once more demonstrating his incisive intellect.
“Mia, can I formally invite you to apply for the position of Simon’s secretary. We have only one candidate with the requisite qualifications on the short list, which is you, so would you like the job?”
“Of course. I’ll accept and, even better, I can start right away.”
“Good girl, I look forward to seeing you in the office in a little while.”
“That’s no problem and it’ll be a pleasure to work for you, and under him.”
Jim snorted and Simon doubled over with laughter.
“Since Teresa was his what, fourth secretary, I guess that makes me Secretary Number Five.”
* * * *
At one minute past five o’clock, Mia got up from behind her desk and flicked the phone system through to answerphone. It hadn’t taken her long to get used to the phone system, although the complex computer system would take her several days to master. E-mail and the calendar system for booking meetings, though, was a breeze, and she’d quietly cancelled the five-fifteen appointment her husband still thought he had. She’d even learned how to divert his calls to answerphone without him knowing she had done so.
She’d acted entirely professionally throughout the day, not allowing Simon one chance of any personal contact with her and, after a couple of almost half-hearted attempts to talk to her about anything other than work, he’d desisted, nodded his head, and retreated to his office.
Jim had dropped by to check how she was doing, and stuck his head in for a quick chat with Simon, but other than that, everything had gone off perfectly and professionally.
Now, though, she straightened her skirt and walked into Simon’s office. He looked up as she entered, then watched with a slight frown on his face as she backed up to the door she’d just closed, but she didn’t think he’d heard the lock click over.
“It’s gone five o’clock, and your secretary would like to know if it’s home time.”
They’d only used his car, so she either had to wait for him or call a taxi, which would be a nightmare at this time of day.
“I’ll be about ten minutes finishing up, but I’ve got that meeting at five-fifteen…”
He trailed off as she sauntered across the office toward him, letting a slow smile play across her face. She didn’t stop at the front edge of his desk, just dropped her hand down to it, and walked her fingers along it as she moved around it to stand right next to him.
“Mia?”
She could see he had some inkling of her intention, but only some as she turned to face forward over the desk and then slowly bent forward until she was lying across it, her butt right next to him.
“Your secretary has been a naughty girl, and she wants her punishment.”
“Mia! Someone might come in!”
She ignored him and, laying her hands by her sides, started easing her skirt hem up. She knew her movement would capture his gaze and she turned her head to one side to check she was right. She knew the moment the tops of her stockings came into view when he gasped.
“Stockings. I thought you
were wearing tights.”
“I said your secretary was a naughty girl.”
“Mia, we can’t do this.”
“Punish your secretary properly. That way she’ll know to be naughty again.”
Her skirt rose to the point where the fact she was commando was now obvious. He didn’t need to know she’d slipped them off five minutes before entering the room, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was her bare ass was now on full display to him as she shuffled her legs apart. She heard his chair creak as he leaned back, bringing her glistening, moist pussy into his view.
“Mia, I’ve got a meeting…”
“Spank me, boss. I’ve been naughty, remember!”
“Mia, for God’s sake.”
“Just spank me, boss! Then if you spank me good, you can fuck me!”
Simon rose to his feet and moved to stand right behind her. She watched his reflection in the polished wood front of the cabinet on the other side of the office and she tensed when he raised his hand.
Slap!
“Ow!” She jumped, not expecting him to hit as hard as he had.
Slap!
“Ow!” She jumped again as his hand landed on her other cheek. Her pussy flooded with moisture even as she knew her butt started to glow.
“Have you been punished enough, naughty girl?”
“Yes. Now fuck your secretary, and fuck her hard.”
“But of course.”
She heard him lower his zip and then there was the rustle of clothing before she felt him touch the back of her legs, easing them even further apart with his hands on her inner thighs. They both knew this wasn’t the time or place for foreplay, and she knew he had to know she was wet—she could smell it permeating the room already.
His cock touched her outer lips, probed for a moment, and then he thrust forward. She groaned under the impact as he made no attempt at finesse, just thrust in. The force of it lifted her up onto tiptoes and she grunted as she felt his balls slap against the inside of her thighs. Then he pulled out before thrusting back in.
She let out a moan this time, unable to contain herself as her hands gripped the far edge of the desk, and she buried her face between her arms in an attempt to stifle her noises. After all, there were still people outside the office, moving around the rest of the floor.
“Fuck me. Come on, Simon, fuck your naughty, slutty, secretary. She deserves it, she needs it, she wants it. Fuck me!”
He drove into her harder and harder, stung by her words.
“Give me all you’ve got. Leave some bruises on my thighs from the edge of your desk. Fuck me.”
Slap!
As he pulled back, his hand came down in a stinging retort on her right ass check. He thrust in again and then, as he pulled out…
Slap!
She almost howled but kept it to a controlled grunt and moan as the sensation ripped through her. The next time he pulled back he’d swapped hands.
Slap!
“Ow!”
Slap!
“Ow!”
The pain had her moving, thrusting back to meet him, taking more and more of him into herself as she moaned toward the crest of an orgasm.
“Cum for me, my naughty little secretary. Cum for me.”
She stiffened and bit the sleeve of her jacket to stop herself screaming as the orgasm swept through her. She knew he loved the feel of her trembling and spasming around him as he fucked her and, even before her orgasm had finished, he was spurting his cum inside her.
As he finished, he partially collapsed over her for a few seconds then pushed himself upright and pulled out.
“Is my ass really red?”
“Very sorry.”
“You might well be. Got a tissue, or rather a handful of them?”
“Yeah, here.”
She wiped herself before she pushed herself to her feet, feeling her red hot butt before gingerly sliding her skirt back into place.
“Don’t worry. I postponed your five-fifteen meeting. I told them your wife was expecting to be taken to dinner. We’re free to go.”
“You devious little…”
“I told you I’d been naughty.”
He grinned at her as he completed rearranging his own clothing. “You want two minutes to freshen up before we go?”
“Yeah. I’d better put my panties back on.”
“And there was me thinking you’d been commando all day, just waiting for the boss to summon you, flip you onto the desk, and fuck you silly.”
“Dream on, big boy. But tell me one thing.”
“What?”
“Did Secretary Number Five match up to her predecessors?”
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her body to him as she molded herself against him. “She was definitely the best. Very much the best.”
“Good, well this secretary wants her husband to take her to a restaurant for a nice meal, seeing as her boss kept her late so she doesn’t have time to cook.”
“Any particular restaurant in mind?”
She gingerly ran her hands over her butt. “No, anywhere—as long as they’ve got soft seats.”
“Ah. Sorry about that.”
“You can apologize to your wife by kissing it better when you get home. Your secretary just needs to make sure her performance in the office is down to the same standard so she can expect a repeat performance.”
“I think I can make sure Secretary Number Five gets as many repeat performances as she wants.”
“Why, thank you, darling.”
About The Author
My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.