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I knew at the time it was wrong but I couldn't help myself. The way he walked through the door everyday with such confidence and power, it did things to me.
Let me tell you about myself. My name's Rebecca and I'm a personal assistant for one of the top lawyers in my city. I just turned in nineteen a few weeks ago and just graduated high school. My father is a big name and it helped land me this job.
After being a waitress for the past two years, this job was a dream. Once I found out I landed the position, I spent quite a lot of money to able to dress for the job. Most of my clothes had to be altered to fit my 32DD frame.
I was blessed with everything a man could dream of. Big breast, tiny waist, and an ass to match. This body made school easy. Boys would almost fall on their knees to do my bidding if they thought it would give them a chance.
***
I've been at this job for two weeks and I couldn't be any happier. There's only eight people that work in the office and it makes for a nice private atmosphere. The lawyer I work for has his own section of the building, so most of the time it's just the two of us.
As a personal assistant, I'm stuck doing the usual. Pick up coffee, drop of the dry cleaning, and run papers to opposing offices to sign. Being the face of such an important man, one must dress the part. I started off with the same old boring suits but that changed when I started noticing things.
They were small little things at first. A held glance at my chest, the way he leaned just a little too close when he showed me paperwork, and that smile. Oh that smile. It wasn't a full tooth smile. It pulled the corner of his mouth up in the sexiest way.
I knew he was married. The platinum band stood out against his tan skin like a warning. I never planned on being attracted to him. I'm not that kind of person but as the days passed, I began to see him in a different light. The way he walked in the door in the morning, dominance almost poured off of him. He was a man who knew want he wanted and showed it.
My outfits began to get more bold, more revealing. I traded my suit pants for skirts and thigh highs. My button ups became tighter and lower. I knew it was wrong, so very wrong but I couldn't stop. The way his eyes looked me over as I stood in front of his desk, like he could see everything. It made it hard to concentrate when I return to my desk. I could feel my panties beginning to stick with moisture and I was scared he might be able to smell my excitement.
***
The first incident was small but meant so much.
I had just came back from collecting lunch for us since he would be stuck in the office trying to finish paperwork for a big case. When I knocked on his door, I could hear him arguing with someone on the phone. Quickly he called me in and pointed to one of the chairs in front of his desk. He had loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt. It was unlike him to not be put together. Quite often we have potential clients walk through the door and I know he would not want to be seen like this. This call must be stressing him out to be like this.
I took the time to really get a good look at him. Peaking out from under his shirt I noticed the lines of a tattoo. A tattoo? I'd never picture his 47 year old man with a hidden tattoo, I thought to myself. Suddenly I wanted to remove his shirt and find out what it looked like. 'Maybe there are others hidden on his body.' Unconsciously I bit my lip.
"Son of a bitch," he cursed as he slammed the phone back on the receiver. He words caused me to jump and I found my self blushing, trying to push the thoughts into the back of my mind.
"These assholes really don't know who they are up against. I'm sorry to make you wait, hun." His eyes ran the length of my body in the chair and I suddenly found myself getting aroused.
"Oh... I... it's alright. I just got back from getting lunch and I wanted to bring yours in. I hope I didn't interrupt anything," I almost whispered the words. He had stretched back in his chair with his hands behind his head. He seemed to relaxed for someone to just had a heated conversation.
"I'll take your company over those ignorant bastards anyday. Here," he began pushing papers into piles on his desk, creating an empty space,"why don't you slide your chair over here so you can eat. I have some paperwork I'm going to need you to take to the courthouse before they close."
There it was. That smile. It sent a shiver down my spine and straight to growing moisture between my legs. Very carefully I moved my chair to the corner of his desk so I was sitting to his right. My leg was almost touching his and my heart began racing.
We started eating as he went over the paperwork but I didn't have the appetite to eat anymore. My brain was a scramble of thoughts and I was finding it difficult to just pay attention to what he was telling me.
"Stop it," his words brought me back to earth. Clearly the look on my face must have showed my confusion because he followed with, "You keep biting your lip. Stop it."
"I'm sorry, I didn't even realize it was happening," I lowered my head as I felt the heat rush to my face. What if he knew what I've been thinking about....
I felt his hand on my chin before I even knew that he had moved. "You're doing it again. There must be a hell of a lot going on your mind today Rebecca."
I forced myself to look him in the eye and apologize again. "I'm sorry, I... I just haven't been all there today I guess." I tried to laugh but it came out to forced.
It was at that moment I felt the weight of his hand on my leg. He continued to show me the paperwork but his hand never moved. My eyes keep glancing down when I knew he wasn't looking, scared he'd move it if he saw me looking.
"You really need to stop it," his words were sharp. Forceful. I looked into his eyes and felt the pressure of his glare. I released the grip my teeth had on my lip and the heat rose from my face to my chest in an instant.
"Shit... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I stumbled over my words like a fool.
"You've said that a lot but you continue to do it," he removed his hand from my leg and leaned back in his chair and turned to face me.
"What the hell is going on in that mind? Your eyes are glossy and your completely out of it."
His stare made me feel so small and insignificant. But at the same time, it excited me. His dominance was starting to shine through and I began to wonder how far I could push it...
"I'm sorry. My thoughts are just somewhere else today. I don't know what's wrong with me..."
"This isn't a place to be losing oneself. Not with me," he crossed his arms and watched me with such intensity.
I let my head hang in shame, my hands limp in my lap. The fuck is wrong with me... I can't sit here, fantasizing about my boss with him two feet away...
"I thought I told you... to stop it."
He grabbed my chair in one quick movement and slid me right up in front of him. His breathing was short and raspy. The look that came over his face was one I'd never seen before. His hands were on my legs, holding them slightly apart.
My panties were long past damp and I knew if his hands went any farther he'd feel the moisture of my thighs. The top of my thigh highs were showing from under my skirt and suddenly I felt exposed.
Our faces were only inches apart. I slowly let my eyes meet his and my heart stopped. His eyes appeared almost black and I found it hard to look away.
"Don't you dare look away."
It wasn't an option. It was a command. His hands began to make their way up my thighs and I wanted nothing more than to turn my head in shame. His hands were smooth but strong. He knew how to touch and how to do it well. It seemed like an eternity before he reached his mark. It was only his fingertips but that was all it took.
"Well, well, well," his dark eyes almost seemed to gleam as his found my secret. "That would explain why you've been out of it, hun." He chuckled and his eyes finally left mine.
"What has gotten you all worked up my dear? You've soaked your lovely panties and I wouldn't be surprised if your gotten your skirt wet as well," he removed his hands, but not before running a finger straight down the middle of my slit.
"Stand up and turn around."
Again it was a command. I let my hands fall to my sides and I rose to stand. I didn't bother to adjust my skirt because I was sure at this point it wouldn't matter.
"Just as I expected. You soaked all the way through your lovely clothes. Such behavior needs discipline." I heard his chair roll out from under him as he came to stand behind me. "We'll just set this to the side to dry for now, shall we?"
He had full access to the zipper on my skirt as it was in the back but I wasn't about to argue with him. It pooled around my ankles like a black puddle.
"Pick it up and put it on the chair in front of you."
I knew if I bent over he'd have a clear view of my pussy through the wet fabric of my underwear. But I wasn't scared anymore. I was curious. I wanted to know how far this was going to go. When I stood back up, he turned me towards his desk and leaned me over it. He didn't ask.
"Now that... is one hell of a lovely fucking view," I could hear the smile without even seeing it.
His hands were on me on no time. Exploring the curves of my waist, my thighs, and my ass. That's when he hit me.
SMACK!
I cried out in pain as the heat started to build on my ass. But it didn't happen just once, or twice, but four times. Twice for both cheeks.
I was afraid to look back. To see his face or the look in his eyes. I was worried one little move that wasn't asked for would land me another hard smack on my backside. But I was surprised when I felt his hand cupping my mound, rubbing it gently. The pressure of his hand felt so good after what I had just received.
"I didn't think it was possible but I guess it is," I knew what he was referring to and I was ashamed. My cunt was dripping. Literally dripping after he hit me. I wanted it. And my body knew it. "What a little whore I have here, huh? Fucking pussy dripping from her punishment."
His finger was playing with the entrance of my pussy, pushing the damp fabric in. "These are ruined so I'm sure you won't mind if I discard of them."
I heard him rustling through drawers behind his desk and I was unsure of what he was looking for. Then I heard it. The metal noise that can only come from scissors. Pulling my panties away from my hips, he cut each side so they fell to the floor.
I was exposed. He could see everything. My bald cunt was on display for him to enjoy... and I loved it.
"What a good fucking slut you are. You haven't moved at all. Even through all of that. I just might give you a reward now. Oh. But you must ask to receive," his fingers ran the length from my clit to my ass and back again.
I couldn't believe I was about to do this, "Please... I'm a good filthy whore..."
"That you are, that you are." Slowly he slid a finger inside me and I couldn't help but moan in relief. "Don't you dare cum without my permission. Do you understand?"
Speaking between moans, "Yes... Yes... sir."
He leaned over my body and whispered in my ear, "That's a good girl."
He slipped another finger in with the first and began to pick up the pace. It took all my effort to hold off the orgasm I could feel building in my gut. His free hand grabbed hold of a fist full of my hair and was pulling my body back so I had to hold myself up with my hands.
He knew all the right spots to hit and just how hard to hit them. "Does my filthy whore like my fingers buried deep in her cunt? You want more?"
"Yes... oh fuck yes... I want more sir..." I was losing my mind to the feeling building up inside of me as he added a third finger. Harder and harder he fucked me.
He let go of my hair only to move his hand to my throat. He pulled me against him and continued his assault on my aching hole.
"I want you to beg me to make you cum," he whispered through clenched in my ear.
"Please sir... make me cum... I want to cum for you..." I was ready, I wasn't going to hold off much longer and I'm sure he knew it.
It was almost instant. He removed his fingers from my cunt with a pop and rubbed my clit till I couldn't hold on any longer
"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck... I'm gonna cum... I'm fucking cumming!"
He released me as soon as he knew what was happening. My pussy began gushing and I wasn't sure if it would ever stop. I dropped to the floor on my knees, embarrassed by what just happened. I looked up at him afraid he was going to be mad.
"God, fuck. I'm so sorry. I should have warned you and now I've ruined your office. Fuck."
I laid my head in my hands and started crying.
Immediately he dropped to the flood next to me and pulled my hands away from my face. "Fuck. Don't be sorry! I took shit too far. I don't know what came over me."
I looked into his eyes and they had gone soft. He pulled my face to his and kissed me softly on my lips.
"I feel sorry for the cleaning crew when they see this carpet later," he laughed. Standing up, he offered his hand and help me to my feet. Holding me close, I could feel this wasn't going to be a one time event and I very much looked forward to the next.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Let me tell you about myself. My name's Rebecca and I'm a personal assistant for one of the top lawyers in my city. I just turned in nineteen a few weeks ago and just graduated high school. My father is a big name and it helped land me this job.
After being a waitress for the past two years, this job was a dream. Once I found out I landed the position, I spent quite a lot of money to able to dress for the job. Most of my clothes had to be altered to fit my 32DD frame.
I was blessed with everything a man could dream of. Big breast, tiny waist, and an ass to match. This body made school easy. Boys would almost fall on their knees to do my bidding if they thought it would give them a chance.
***
I've been at this job for two weeks and I couldn't be any happier. There's only eight people that work in the office and it makes for a nice private atmosphere. The lawyer I work for has his own section of the building, so most of the time it's just the two of us.
As a personal assistant, I'm stuck doing the usual. Pick up coffee, drop of the dry cleaning, and run papers to opposing offices to sign. Being the face of such an important man, one must dress the part. I started off with the same old boring suits but that changed when I started noticing things.
They were small little things at first. A held glance at my chest, the way he leaned just a little too close when he showed me paperwork, and that smile. Oh that smile. It wasn't a full tooth smile. It pulled the corner of his mouth up in the sexiest way.
I knew he was married. The platinum band stood out against his tan skin like a warning. I never planned on being attracted to him. I'm not that kind of person but as the days passed, I began to see him in a different light. The way he walked in the door in the morning, dominance almost poured off of him. He was a man who knew want he wanted and showed it.
My outfits began to get more bold, more revealing. I traded my suit pants for skirts and thigh highs. My button ups became tighter and lower. I knew it was wrong, so very wrong but I couldn't stop. The way his eyes looked me over as I stood in front of his desk, like he could see everything. It made it hard to concentrate when I return to my desk. I could feel my panties beginning to stick with moisture and I was scared he might be able to smell my excitement.
***
The first incident was small but meant so much.
I had just came back from collecting lunch for us since he would be stuck in the office trying to finish paperwork for a big case. When I knocked on his door, I could hear him arguing with someone on the phone. Quickly he called me in and pointed to one of the chairs in front of his desk. He had loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt. It was unlike him to not be put together. Quite often we have potential clients walk through the door and I know he would not want to be seen like this. This call must be stressing him out to be like this.
I took the time to really get a good look at him. Peaking out from under his shirt I noticed the lines of a tattoo. A tattoo? I'd never picture his 47 year old man with a hidden tattoo, I thought to myself. Suddenly I wanted to remove his shirt and find out what it looked like. 'Maybe there are others hidden on his body.' Unconsciously I bit my lip.
"Son of a bitch," he cursed as he slammed the phone back on the receiver. He words caused me to jump and I found my self blushing, trying to push the thoughts into the back of my mind.
"These assholes really don't know who they are up against. I'm sorry to make you wait, hun." His eyes ran the length of my body in the chair and I suddenly found myself getting aroused.
"Oh... I... it's alright. I just got back from getting lunch and I wanted to bring yours in. I hope I didn't interrupt anything," I almost whispered the words. He had stretched back in his chair with his hands behind his head. He seemed to relaxed for someone to just had a heated conversation.
"I'll take your company over those ignorant bastards anyday. Here," he began pushing papers into piles on his desk, creating an empty space,"why don't you slide your chair over here so you can eat. I have some paperwork I'm going to need you to take to the courthouse before they close."
There it was. That smile. It sent a shiver down my spine and straight to growing moisture between my legs. Very carefully I moved my chair to the corner of his desk so I was sitting to his right. My leg was almost touching his and my heart began racing.
We started eating as he went over the paperwork but I didn't have the appetite to eat anymore. My brain was a scramble of thoughts and I was finding it difficult to just pay attention to what he was telling me.
"Stop it," his words brought me back to earth. Clearly the look on my face must have showed my confusion because he followed with, "You keep biting your lip. Stop it."
"I'm sorry, I didn't even realize it was happening," I lowered my head as I felt the heat rush to my face. What if he knew what I've been thinking about....
I felt his hand on my chin before I even knew that he had moved. "You're doing it again. There must be a hell of a lot going on your mind today Rebecca."
I forced myself to look him in the eye and apologize again. "I'm sorry, I... I just haven't been all there today I guess." I tried to laugh but it came out to forced.
It was at that moment I felt the weight of his hand on my leg. He continued to show me the paperwork but his hand never moved. My eyes keep glancing down when I knew he wasn't looking, scared he'd move it if he saw me looking.
"You really need to stop it," his words were sharp. Forceful. I looked into his eyes and felt the pressure of his glare. I released the grip my teeth had on my lip and the heat rose from my face to my chest in an instant.
"Shit... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I stumbled over my words like a fool.
"You've said that a lot but you continue to do it," he removed his hand from my leg and leaned back in his chair and turned to face me.
"What the hell is going on in that mind? Your eyes are glossy and your completely out of it."
His stare made me feel so small and insignificant. But at the same time, it excited me. His dominance was starting to shine through and I began to wonder how far I could push it...
"I'm sorry. My thoughts are just somewhere else today. I don't know what's wrong with me..."
"This isn't a place to be losing oneself. Not with me," he crossed his arms and watched me with such intensity.
I let my head hang in shame, my hands limp in my lap. The fuck is wrong with me... I can't sit here, fantasizing about my boss with him two feet away...
"I thought I told you... to stop it."
He grabbed my chair in one quick movement and slid me right up in front of him. His breathing was short and raspy. The look that came over his face was one I'd never seen before. His hands were on my legs, holding them slightly apart.
My panties were long past damp and I knew if his hands went any farther he'd feel the moisture of my thighs. The top of my thigh highs were showing from under my skirt and suddenly I felt exposed.
Our faces were only inches apart. I slowly let my eyes meet his and my heart stopped. His eyes appeared almost black and I found it hard to look away.
"Don't you dare look away."
It wasn't an option. It was a command. His hands began to make their way up my thighs and I wanted nothing more than to turn my head in shame. His hands were smooth but strong. He knew how to touch and how to do it well. It seemed like an eternity before he reached his mark. It was only his fingertips but that was all it took.
"Well, well, well," his dark eyes almost seemed to gleam as his found my secret. "That would explain why you've been out of it, hun." He chuckled and his eyes finally left mine.
"What has gotten you all worked up my dear? You've soaked your lovely panties and I wouldn't be surprised if your gotten your skirt wet as well," he removed his hands, but not before running a finger straight down the middle of my slit.
"Stand up and turn around."
Again it was a command. I let my hands fall to my sides and I rose to stand. I didn't bother to adjust my skirt because I was sure at this point it wouldn't matter.
"Just as I expected. You soaked all the way through your lovely clothes. Such behavior needs discipline." I heard his chair roll out from under him as he came to stand behind me. "We'll just set this to the side to dry for now, shall we?"
He had full access to the zipper on my skirt as it was in the back but I wasn't about to argue with him. It pooled around my ankles like a black puddle.
"Pick it up and put it on the chair in front of you."
I knew if I bent over he'd have a clear view of my pussy through the wet fabric of my underwear. But I wasn't scared anymore. I was curious. I wanted to know how far this was going to go. When I stood back up, he turned me towards his desk and leaned me over it. He didn't ask.
"Now that... is one hell of a lovely fucking view," I could hear the smile without even seeing it.
His hands were on me on no time. Exploring the curves of my waist, my thighs, and my ass. That's when he hit me.
SMACK!
I cried out in pain as the heat started to build on my ass. But it didn't happen just once, or twice, but four times. Twice for both cheeks.
I was afraid to look back. To see his face or the look in his eyes. I was worried one little move that wasn't asked for would land me another hard smack on my backside. But I was surprised when I felt his hand cupping my mound, rubbing it gently. The pressure of his hand felt so good after what I had just received.
"I didn't think it was possible but I guess it is," I knew what he was referring to and I was ashamed. My cunt was dripping. Literally dripping after he hit me. I wanted it. And my body knew it. "What a little whore I have here, huh? Fucking pussy dripping from her punishment."
His finger was playing with the entrance of my pussy, pushing the damp fabric in. "These are ruined so I'm sure you won't mind if I discard of them."
I heard him rustling through drawers behind his desk and I was unsure of what he was looking for. Then I heard it. The metal noise that can only come from scissors. Pulling my panties away from my hips, he cut each side so they fell to the floor.
I was exposed. He could see everything. My bald cunt was on display for him to enjoy... and I loved it.
"What a good fucking slut you are. You haven't moved at all. Even through all of that. I just might give you a reward now. Oh. But you must ask to receive," his fingers ran the length from my clit to my ass and back again.
I couldn't believe I was about to do this, "Please... I'm a good filthy whore..."
"That you are, that you are." Slowly he slid a finger inside me and I couldn't help but moan in relief. "Don't you dare cum without my permission. Do you understand?"
Speaking between moans, "Yes... Yes... sir."
He leaned over my body and whispered in my ear, "That's a good girl."
He slipped another finger in with the first and began to pick up the pace. It took all my effort to hold off the orgasm I could feel building in my gut. His free hand grabbed hold of a fist full of my hair and was pulling my body back so I had to hold myself up with my hands.
He knew all the right spots to hit and just how hard to hit them. "Does my filthy whore like my fingers buried deep in her cunt? You want more?"
"Yes... oh fuck yes... I want more sir..." I was losing my mind to the feeling building up inside of me as he added a third finger. Harder and harder he fucked me.
He let go of my hair only to move his hand to my throat. He pulled me against him and continued his assault on my aching hole.
"I want you to beg me to make you cum," he whispered through clenched in my ear.
"Please sir... make me cum... I want to cum for you..." I was ready, I wasn't going to hold off much longer and I'm sure he knew it.
It was almost instant. He removed his fingers from my cunt with a pop and rubbed my clit till I couldn't hold on any longer
"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck... I'm gonna cum... I'm fucking cumming!"
He released me as soon as he knew what was happening. My pussy began gushing and I wasn't sure if it would ever stop. I dropped to the floor on my knees, embarrassed by what just happened. I looked up at him afraid he was going to be mad.
"God, fuck. I'm so sorry. I should have warned you and now I've ruined your office. Fuck."
I laid my head in my hands and started crying.
Immediately he dropped to the flood next to me and pulled my hands away from my face. "Fuck. Don't be sorry! I took shit too far. I don't know what came over me."
I looked into his eyes and they had gone soft. He pulled my face to his and kissed me softly on my lips.
"I feel sorry for the cleaning crew when they see this carpet later," he laughed. Standing up, he offered his hand and help me to my feet. Holding me close, I could feel this wasn't going to be a one time event and I very much looked forward to the next.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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