My secretary 1
You work as my secretary. You always dress business-like, but so that occasionally I can see a glimpse of stocking top, and a hint of cleavage. That day I have asked you to come to my office to take down a letter. You come in on your high heels, wiggling with your bum.
'Sit down' I said. You did, tucking down the hem of your skirt. But you ruined that gesture by crossing your legs: I could see an inspiring curve of thigh and the darker shadow of stocking top. 'I am waiting' you said, and then you folded your arms. Now I could see twin bulges of flesh in the open vee of your blouse. 'You don't really want to dictate a letter, do you?'. 'No I just want to sit here and look at you'. 'And what am I supposed to do?' 'You'll think of something' I said smiling. 'You are the boss, you are supposed to tell me what to do' All right if that is what you wanted. 'unbutton your blouse Monica'. You glance at the door, but it is lunchtime and most people are gone. Your fingers began to fumble at the buttons. One. two, three. 'That's enough. Now open it' You open your blouse, hooking each side around a well-filled bra cup. The dark spots at their centres became more prominent, when you tickled them with your fingers. You shivered when you rolled one of the protrusions between finger and thumb. 'Good' I said, adjusting my swollen cock. 'Now get them out' 'You hesitated for a moment, then reached behind you. 'No, don't undo it. Just get them out' It was not easy for you, but you made it. 'It's uncomfortable' you moaned, your fingertips were playing with your nipples.
I became uncomfortable too, I took my cock out of my pants. You could not see that under the desk. 'What else do I have to do?' You asked. Your legs were still crossed, but you squirmed a little forward in your chair and your skirt stayed where it was. I could now see a tiny slice of white skin contrasting with the dark stocking top, and I could see the clip of a matching black suspender. 'Pull your skirt up' You raised it to your stocking tops. 'Further' You were sitting on it, so you had to lift yourself one side at a time to get it up to your hips. 'Uncross your legs' You obeyed, the nylon swished. 'And don't keep your knees together' I frowned.
'Have you got it out?' You asked. I had, and I was stroking it. 'Can I see it?' 'Maybe later, now Monica, part your legs' You parted your knees, and I could see the skimpy little black panties. 'They don't hide much, do they?' I observed. 'Wider, please'. You spread your legs wider. 'Show me your cunt' A hand went to her crutch, a finger pulled the edge of the panty aside. A line of glistening pink flesh appeared. 'Oh God' you groaned 'Can't I take them off?' 'Not yet' I said firmly, my hand moving faster under the desk. 'What now?' 'Play with yourself' You licked your lips, then probed between your others with the middle finger. It circled, then the movement changed to a straight up and down sawing movement. You snorted impatiently as a finger got caught in the black nylon.
'Please let me take them off' 'Yes, you might as well. While you are up, move your chair closer to the desk' You stood up, yanked the panty down and then with one knee raised you unhooked the panty from a high heel. Then you pulled the skirt back up to the waist and set down. 'Feet on the desk Monica' I commanded. 'That's it. Further apart.. Further...' You began to stroke your twat without me telling you to. I began to suspect you were losing control of yourself. 'Open it' I ordered. 'Please,,' 'Do what you are told' I snapped. 'Like this?' 'More. Stretch it wide. That's it' 'Bastard' you snarled, rubbing harder. Your cunt was oozing moisture and beginning to make little squelching noises in time with you movements. 'Plenty of room for a couple of fingers' 'No, I don't want to. Please don't make me...' One....two. You pushed your pelvis out at me, finger-fucking yourself hard and rubbing your clit with the other hand. That way you were cumming before me and leave me high and dry.
'Stop Monica' I said 'Why?' You moaned, your tits heaving. 'Because I told you to do it' 'I can't' you wailed. There was only one way to stop you now. I stood up went round to your side of the desk, and pulled your hands away. There you sat gasping in frustration and looking at my twitching cock. 'It looks beautiful' you gulped. 'Would you like it up your cunt?' 'Yes' You said without hesitation. 'Well you are not going to get it' I lifted one of your legs and set on the desk between your feet in the high heels. Then I began to wank in earnest.
'Can I tough it?' 'No you can look at it and imagine it sliding in and out your cunt, but you can't tough it' 'Can I touch myself then? 'You whined, wriggling in your seat, 'Not with those sticky fingers. Lick them clean' 'No way' 'You can't touch yourself until you have done it..' Your eyes followed my hand going up and down. 'Why don't you fuck me?' 'Yours is not to question why. Lick your fingers and do it to yourself!'
You closed your eyes and licked the finger that had been on your clit. “All right?' 'Now the others. they are much stickier, aren't they?' You put them in your mouth one by one and sucked them clean. You kept her index finger there, moving it slowly in and out making slurping noises. 'Can I touch myself now?' 'All right. But don't go too fast...' I replied. With a sigh of luxury you inserted a couple of digits first and matched your movements to mine. Then you felt for your clit with the other hand and closed your eyes. The muscles of your beautiful stockinged legs tensed. 'I am not going to be long' You said with a husky voice. 'Now you can suck my dick while you make yourself come' I put my dick between your warm wet lips. You began to suck it. Slowly I moved in and out your mouth. Going faster when I felt my spunk rising in my balls. 'Suck harder, then you may come too' Your hands went faster and my dick slurped in and out of your mouth. 'Uh! I'm....Uh! Uh! Uh!' Your body shuddered and contorted as the spasm gripped you. With two more movements of my hips I came too. First spurting it in your open mouth, then on your tits and the last two spurts on your stockinged thighs. 'Now wipe yourself clean with your knickers' 'But then I'll have to walk around without any knickers for the rest of the day!' 'Just do it' You began to clean your spunk covered face with your knickers, then I gave you a tissue to clean up the rest. You pulled down your skirt and buttoned your blouse up, and everything seemed as always.
'Finish the letters, then go on the bus home.' 'Without my knickers?' 'Yes, and when you’re at home, dress up sexy. Maybe John you will put his length up you then'
'Sit down' I said. You did, tucking down the hem of your skirt. But you ruined that gesture by crossing your legs: I could see an inspiring curve of thigh and the darker shadow of stocking top. 'I am waiting' you said, and then you folded your arms. Now I could see twin bulges of flesh in the open vee of your blouse. 'You don't really want to dictate a letter, do you?'. 'No I just want to sit here and look at you'. 'And what am I supposed to do?' 'You'll think of something' I said smiling. 'You are the boss, you are supposed to tell me what to do' All right if that is what you wanted. 'unbutton your blouse Monica'. You glance at the door, but it is lunchtime and most people are gone. Your fingers began to fumble at the buttons. One. two, three. 'That's enough. Now open it' You open your blouse, hooking each side around a well-filled bra cup. The dark spots at their centres became more prominent, when you tickled them with your fingers. You shivered when you rolled one of the protrusions between finger and thumb. 'Good' I said, adjusting my swollen cock. 'Now get them out' 'You hesitated for a moment, then reached behind you. 'No, don't undo it. Just get them out' It was not easy for you, but you made it. 'It's uncomfortable' you moaned, your fingertips were playing with your nipples.
I became uncomfortable too, I took my cock out of my pants. You could not see that under the desk. 'What else do I have to do?' You asked. Your legs were still crossed, but you squirmed a little forward in your chair and your skirt stayed where it was. I could now see a tiny slice of white skin contrasting with the dark stocking top, and I could see the clip of a matching black suspender. 'Pull your skirt up' You raised it to your stocking tops. 'Further' You were sitting on it, so you had to lift yourself one side at a time to get it up to your hips. 'Uncross your legs' You obeyed, the nylon swished. 'And don't keep your knees together' I frowned.
'Have you got it out?' You asked. I had, and I was stroking it. 'Can I see it?' 'Maybe later, now Monica, part your legs' You parted your knees, and I could see the skimpy little black panties. 'They don't hide much, do they?' I observed. 'Wider, please'. You spread your legs wider. 'Show me your cunt' A hand went to her crutch, a finger pulled the edge of the panty aside. A line of glistening pink flesh appeared. 'Oh God' you groaned 'Can't I take them off?' 'Not yet' I said firmly, my hand moving faster under the desk. 'What now?' 'Play with yourself' You licked your lips, then probed between your others with the middle finger. It circled, then the movement changed to a straight up and down sawing movement. You snorted impatiently as a finger got caught in the black nylon.
'Please let me take them off' 'Yes, you might as well. While you are up, move your chair closer to the desk' You stood up, yanked the panty down and then with one knee raised you unhooked the panty from a high heel. Then you pulled the skirt back up to the waist and set down. 'Feet on the desk Monica' I commanded. 'That's it. Further apart.. Further...' You began to stroke your twat without me telling you to. I began to suspect you were losing control of yourself. 'Open it' I ordered. 'Please,,' 'Do what you are told' I snapped. 'Like this?' 'More. Stretch it wide. That's it' 'Bastard' you snarled, rubbing harder. Your cunt was oozing moisture and beginning to make little squelching noises in time with you movements. 'Plenty of room for a couple of fingers' 'No, I don't want to. Please don't make me...' One....two. You pushed your pelvis out at me, finger-fucking yourself hard and rubbing your clit with the other hand. That way you were cumming before me and leave me high and dry.
'Stop Monica' I said 'Why?' You moaned, your tits heaving. 'Because I told you to do it' 'I can't' you wailed. There was only one way to stop you now. I stood up went round to your side of the desk, and pulled your hands away. There you sat gasping in frustration and looking at my twitching cock. 'It looks beautiful' you gulped. 'Would you like it up your cunt?' 'Yes' You said without hesitation. 'Well you are not going to get it' I lifted one of your legs and set on the desk between your feet in the high heels. Then I began to wank in earnest.
'Can I tough it?' 'No you can look at it and imagine it sliding in and out your cunt, but you can't tough it' 'Can I touch myself then? 'You whined, wriggling in your seat, 'Not with those sticky fingers. Lick them clean' 'No way' 'You can't touch yourself until you have done it..' Your eyes followed my hand going up and down. 'Why don't you fuck me?' 'Yours is not to question why. Lick your fingers and do it to yourself!'
You closed your eyes and licked the finger that had been on your clit. “All right?' 'Now the others. they are much stickier, aren't they?' You put them in your mouth one by one and sucked them clean. You kept her index finger there, moving it slowly in and out making slurping noises. 'Can I touch myself now?' 'All right. But don't go too fast...' I replied. With a sigh of luxury you inserted a couple of digits first and matched your movements to mine. Then you felt for your clit with the other hand and closed your eyes. The muscles of your beautiful stockinged legs tensed. 'I am not going to be long' You said with a husky voice. 'Now you can suck my dick while you make yourself come' I put my dick between your warm wet lips. You began to suck it. Slowly I moved in and out your mouth. Going faster when I felt my spunk rising in my balls. 'Suck harder, then you may come too' Your hands went faster and my dick slurped in and out of your mouth. 'Uh! I'm....Uh! Uh! Uh!' Your body shuddered and contorted as the spasm gripped you. With two more movements of my hips I came too. First spurting it in your open mouth, then on your tits and the last two spurts on your stockinged thighs. 'Now wipe yourself clean with your knickers' 'But then I'll have to walk around without any knickers for the rest of the day!' 'Just do it' You began to clean your spunk covered face with your knickers, then I gave you a tissue to clean up the rest. You pulled down your skirt and buttoned your blouse up, and everything seemed as always.
'Finish the letters, then go on the bus home.' 'Without my knickers?' 'Yes, and when you’re at home, dress up sexy. Maybe John you will put his length up you then'
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