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Male Secretary
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The following story is rated somewhere between R and NC-17,
and should not be viewed by children or other immature life
forms. That said, also note that the story is copyright
© 1995 Rajah Dodger (for whatever a copyright under my
nom de plume is worth) and reproduction rights under not-
for-profit arrangements are hereby released as long as
attribution to Rajah Dodger remains.
I welcome comments through my anonymous ID above as well
as story suggestions. I will go months without putting
words down then hit a brief flurry of activity, so perhaps
you can be the one to spur me to greater glory! <grin>
Without further ado...
Male Secretary
Jeff had not done a bang-up job on the Crenshaw report. In fact,
old Mr. Crenshaw had raked Jeff's boss, Charla, over the coals
for the report, and she was ready to bite nails when she called
Jeff into her office. Charla told him in no uncertain terms to
shape up or get the hell out. He nodded in agreement, but it was
obvious he wasn't particularly concerned. The next day she called
him back into her office. "Sign this, Jeff, it's an amendment to
your employment contract" she told him. Jeff looked it over
quickly, noting some wording about "employer satisfaction" and
"specific instructions", and scrawled his signature at the
bottom. Charla took the original, tossed him his copy, then laid
down the law. Jeff's jaw dropped further and further down as he
listened.
"Okay, you putrid little self-centered worm, here's the rules of
the road from now on. First, no more long lunches for you. If
you want to leave for lunch, you'll get my approval first." With
this she opened a desk drawer, pulled out a small pair of panties
and a pastel green skirt, and tossed them into Jeff's lap. "That
is, unless you really want the guys at Ken's Hot Dog Heaven to
get a good look at your legs. That's right, Jeff. Put these on,
as of now that's the dress code for your position according to
Clause 12C of the contract you signed."
Jeff looked frantically through the paper until he found the
clause - to his horror he realized that the wording gave her the
right to specify every single piece of clothing that he wore at
the office. He looked toward her office door, then back at the
skirt, then back at his boss. She gave him a cold smile and he
realized she meant for him to change right in front of her.
"Here? Now?," he squeaked. "Right now," she growled, "and I
don't like delays!" Jeff sat down and took off his shoes, then
unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He folded
them and put them on the chair, then took another hesitant look
at Charla before picking up the panties.
Jeff turned his back to his boss as he lifted one leg to put the
panties on, his body burning with embarrassment. That feeling
increased when Charla reached over and fondled his ass. He
stopped moving in shock, acutely aware of her hand on his ass,
her nails grazing his asshole. She squeezed his hind cheek once,
hard, then patted him and told him "Nice ass - move it a little
faster, though." Jeff quickly pulled the panties on, shoving his
slowly growing cock down to fit in the front of the thin
material. Now came the skirt, and he tugged the unfamiliar
garment around his waist as he gulped and turned around to face
his boss. He was more nervous than he could ever remember.
Charla looked long and hard at him, making a pointed face at the
lump in the front of his skirt. "Not great," she commented, "but
then again you aren't strutting your stuff at the Kozy Kitten
Klub - at least not yet." She laid the law down firmly. "All
right, sweet cheeks, if you like getting a paycheck here's how
you'll do it from now on. Every morning you come into my office
and find your outfit for the day. You put that on and leave your
other clothes in here. I've got a private door connecting our
offices so you don't have to go through the outer office - that
is, unless you really *like* the way you look. Understood so
far?" Jeff nodded glumly.
"Pay attention, prick, there's more," she commanded. "You're
free to come and go as you like, but your 'guy' clothes stay in
my office until I tell you to put them back on. If I need
something done in here you jump, and that means you work for
anyone else I have in here. Got that?" Jeff shook his head in
agreement, and Charla's mouth curled in something that could
almost have been a smile. "All right, get out of here, I can
smell you a mile away - tomorrow you better wash yourself better
or you'll have to start buying the panties!"
Jeff went back to his desk, the skirt constantly brushing the
backs of his legs as a reminder of his position. Once he sat
down, he was able to put the weirdness of his position out of his
mind and concentrate on his work. While he was rewriting the
report, adding some of the details that old man Crenshaw had
gotten mad about, one of Charla's secretaries came into his
office. He nodded at her as she put some papers on his desk, and
watched her from the corner of his eye as she bent over to get
some materials from a file cabinet on the wall. She had a
nice-looking ass, and Jeff's erection came back as she rummaged
in the files. He looked away quickly when she straightened up and
came toward his desk.
"Ms. Carmichael says you've got some matters that need extra
attention," the woman told him as she came around the desk to
look over his shoulder. Jeff thought it was nice of his boss to
send him some help, but his pleasure turned to surprise when she
knelt by his chair and reached around to rub his cock under the
skirt. Jeff started to stammer an objection, but the secretary
told him "Now, now, we wouldn't want to go against the boss's
orders, would we?" He swallowed hard at that, and she continued,
"Why don't you go ahead with what you were doing while I take
care of this for you." Jeff leaned forward and attempted to
focus on his report, but it was terribly difficult as the woman
reached into his panties and started playing with his cock with
one hand while rubbing his balls with the other. He found
himself breathing hard, but as he started rising toward an
explosion she squeezed the base of his cock and held it until the
feeling went away.
Jeff's productivity went from marginal to zero as she continued
to toy with him, bringing him to the verge of cumming three more
times before his intercom rang. It was his boss, and she wanted
to see him now. "And bring Marlyn with you," she added. Jeff
tried vainly to get his erection to go down when he stood up, but
his overstimulated cock was so sensitive he was afraid touching
it himself might cause a mess, and he felt sure Charla would not
approve. When he and Marlyn went into Charla's office, she took
one look at him and a stern grimace came over her face. "Just
look at you, Jeff. What kind of image is that for a
professional?" She glared at his offending hard-on. "It looks
to me like you need some lessons in how serious I am about work
here," she continued. "Drop your skirt and lean your hands
against the wall." Jeff looked vainly at Marlyn, who just gazed
at him coolly. With no help from that quarter, he pulled his
skirt down, stepped out of it, and placed his hands against the
wall.
When her palm hit his ass, Jeff yelped loudly. He couldn't help
it. Charla swatted him again, hard slaps alternating from side
to side, the flimsy panties no protection against the pain.
Unfortunately, his erection didn't seem to care - the more his
ass burned, the harder his cock became, until it was poking
obviously out of the top of the panties. "Well, Jeff," Charla
said when she saw his state, "I guess that wasn't the right
lesson for you. Get down on your back - and take off those
panties before you mess them up!" Jeff hurried to obey,
squirming at the feel of the rough carpet on his abused ass.
His boss stood over him, revealing to his anxious eyes that she
wore no panties under her skirt. "The first thing we need to do
is get rid of that distraction," she told him, "and while I take
care of that, you can take care of Marlyn here. Jeff quit
staring up Charla's legs long enough to realize that the
secretary had hiked up her skirt and pulled off her panties, and
before he could protest she knelt over him and pressed her damp
cunt over his mouth and nose. He jerked his head from side to
side until she let up the pressure enough for him to breathe. "Do
me good, prick!," she snarled at him, and started rubbing herself
over his nose. Jeff stuck out his tongue and started licking, as
he felt a hand grab his cock and toy roughly with his balls. He
heard his boss say "Now we'll see if this is worth what we're
paying you," and gasped as she shoved his prick inside her.
He started to enjoy the feeling - so tight, so slick, until
Marlyn grabbed him by the ears to remind him of his other duty.
He probed her pussy as she quit sliding around on his face,
tasting her tart juices and reaching around with a free hand to
find her prominent clit. She started wiggling as he rubbed it,
her juices running down his cheeks. Charla scraped her nails
around his balls as he felt her hot cunt squeezing around his
shaft. She was moving torturously slowly, but Marlyn's demands
on his attention kept him from being able to thrust his hips the
way he needed to.
He worked his tongue harder than he ever had worked with his few
girlfriends, but Marlyn only shook harder as she squeezed his
head between her thighs. Meanwhile, his boss had taken him to
the edge of orgasm three or four times, stopping suddenly and
squeezing the base of his cock, before she finally had her
orgasm. She came in spasms so strong that they actually hurt his
cock inside her, and just at that moment Marlyn finally came,
giving his tongue some relief. He started to thrust his hips up,
but found himself pumping against air as his boss quickly got off
his cock, leaving it wet and sticking up in the air. As Marlyn
joined her, she told Jeff sternly to put his clothes back on and
go finish his work. Somehow he managed to tuck his hard,
sensitive prick back into the panties and walk stiff-legged back
into his office. He heard the muted sounds of laughter from the
door behind him.
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