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On October 31, 1864, the Nevada territory was granted statehood into the United States, making it the thirty-sixth state. In 1993, the Nevada State legislation designated October 31, as a state holiday, or Nevada Day. Then, in 2000, they decided to make the last Friday in October the day Nevadans celebrate Nevada Day. This is a fancy way of saying school and state government buildings are closed on the last Friday of October.
So why am I boring you with a history lesson? So you better understand my story. My boss, Jacob Hoskins, is a native born Nevadan who is proud of his state’s history. He requires all of his employees to learn things about Nevada. Luckily, he’s not really anal about it. His biggest thing is us knowing about Nevada Day. Since he liked having Halloween off as a kid, we still close on October 31, regardless of what day of the week it falls on. Our clients know this is just how he is.
This year, the Sesquicentennial, or 150th anniversary of Nevada Day, aka Halloween, is on a Friday. Jacob has announced we are having a huge Halloween party in the office on Thursday so we can enjoy our Nevada Day with our family and friends. Now, Jacob throws us a nice Christmas party every year before we shut down for two weeks at Christmas, the way the public schools do. It’s just cheaper to shut-down for the two weeks than to run a skeleton crew for maybe two clients.
Oh, right, you don’t know what we do, we’re a moderately sized accounting firm. There are about thirty or so people who work here from accountants to secretaries. We work with a few smaller, local casinos here in Las Vegas, and some other local business owners. They all know we don’t work Nevada Day, Halloween, the week of Thanksgiving, and the two weeks at Christmas. I’m not an accountant though, I’m a secretary, Jacob’s secretary to be exact.
Who am I, you ask? Oh, I’m Morgan Schneider. Though, some who know me might say, “The Queen of Bad Decisions.” Why? Well, about two or three years ago I was dating a guy named Clinton Moore. Clint, as we all called him, was a smooth talker, and a hell of a lover. He convinced me to move to Las Vegas with him where he claimed he had a great job opportunity waiting. Like my nickname implies, I followed. His great job opportunity was working for a local casino owner during the day, and stealing cars or dealing drugs at night.
Now, I didn’t know about his night work until the day the cops arrived to raid our home and arrest us both. I felt so foolish. I didn’t know what to do. I mean, I had only been here a few months, and had no family or friends I could call for help. Clint decided to call his boss, Mr. Rocca, for help. Mr. Rocca came with his lawyers. They read the charges and went to work. I was nearly conned into signing a confession I didn’t understand that would have cost me several years behind bars by a cop I thought I could trust. When all was said and done, I was released and the charges against me were dropped. Clint, on the other hand, was convicted and sentenced to ten years.
Though my troubles didn’t end there. I was fired from my job because of the arrest, and was evicted from the apartment I shared with Clint. In fact, I was packing my bags when Mr. Rocca arrived at my home with an offer I couldn’t refuse. He said he knew Clint was a sleazebag and had been investigating him for some time. It’s how he knew I was innocent and why he fought so hard to get the charges against me dropped. This was all fine and dandy, I told him, but it didn’t solve my current problem.
That’s when he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Well, I guess I could have, but only if I was stuck on stupid, which I was trying not to be anymore. He needed a girl to work in an accounting firm as a secretary and spy to see if they were stealing from him. He worked with three different ones, and he was sure one was stealing from him, but he wasn’t sure. Of course I jumped at the chance. Then he helped me pack my bags and took me to what would be my new apartment, on the other side of town. It was a nice one bedroom place that more than met my needs.
It was there in my new apartment, Mr. Rocca made me pay for his services. It was a night of hot, passionate sex. Mr. Rocca was an incredible lover, but he made it very clear this was a one night event and I was to never speak of it again. I have a job and a roof over my head so trust me, I have never spoken of it, until now.
That’s how I met Jacob Hoskins. Mr. Hoskins is a handsome man in his late thirties, with dark auburn hair, and piercing gray eyes. He always wears a three-piece suit with a vest, tie, slacks, jacket, and starched shirt. He wasn’t thrilled about hiring me, as he suspected I was a plant, but he agreed to give me a month trial because he was in dire need of a secretary after his last one had to leave because her Air Force husband was transferred to Europe.
Mr. Hoskins was all business, but his former secretary was something else. After a week, I still couldn’t figure out her filing system, so I decided to stay late one night to try to reorganize it. Once I thought everyone had left, I kicked off my shoes, and started pulling files. After a couple of hours, I slipped off to the bathroom. When I returned, I saw two men moving around my desk. In a panic, I slipped into an open office and called the police.
Imagine my embarrassment when I learned my “intruders” were my boss and his driver/bodyguard. Turns out he was investigating why someone was still in the building after hours and had also called the police. Once it was clear no one was committing a crime, the officer who had come scolded us both.
But my surprises didn’t end there. Mr. Hoskins didn’t fire me, but had me come in the following Saturday and helped me reorganize the files. Turned out we were over-billing some clients and under-charging others. Those we overcharged, we notified that they had a credit for their loyalty, the under-billed ones were told of a price increase to help make-up for our losses. It totally worked. Mr. Rocca was one of those overcharged clients. He told me later he was so glad I was there to fix the problem with the billing.
Fast forward to October, and I was in need a costume for our Nevada Day/Halloween party at the office. I decided this year I would find the sexiest costume I could and since Halloween was also on a Friday, I would wear it to a local bar for their annual Halloween contest. The problem was, this is Vegas, and being the sexiest woman in a bar is never easy.
I hit several costume shops, but the quality was so poor, or the prices were so high, it wasn’t looking good. However, I’m not the kind of girl who gives up easily, and if I had to, I’d hodge-podge a costume. I went into what I thought was yet another costume shop, but it was a consignment store with a slew of nice clothes. Only in Las Vegas could such a place exist.
That’s where I found it, the perfect costume. I swear it was practically custom made for me. It hugged every curve in a way that made me sexy without being slutty. I bought it on the spot with the matching shoes that were also in my size. The sales clerk smiled wickedly at me as I paid her. I figured she knew this outfit would probably get me laid, and I was hoping she was right.
My costume only needed some make-up for me that was more unique than what I normally wore, but that was fine, and easier to find than the costume. I realized after I got home my costume even came with the jewelry needed to make the look complete.
Thursday, October 30th, came quickly and we closed early so everyone could go home, change into their costumes, and come back. The best part was we still got paid for the full day. I was so excited to put on my new costume and get back to the office. I was careful putting everything on, including styling my hair and putting on my make-up. A last look in the mirror told me I’d definitely turn a few heads tonight and tomorrow.
When I arrived, the party was already in full swing. Mr. Hoskins spared no expense. There was a local band, caterers, and some amazing decorations. Our normal conservative office was now a haunted office with surprises behind every door. All the normal office furniture was moved into a few of the back offices so we had access to the bigger rooms for the party.
“Oh my god!” exclaimed Carla, one of the other secretaries, wearing a poodle skirt and blouse. “Where did you get that costume?”
“Better yet,” asked Sandra, wearing a long princess gown, “where did you get that body?”
I smiled proudly and spun around to show the girls my entire belly-dancer/genie costume. The top was a golden bra and the harem pants were purple and green, trimmed in gold coins and lace. My veil was a sheer purple that covered my nose and mouth and connected with the purple and golden hat. I pulled my hair up into a single pony tail that was woven through the hat. The shoes were golden and the jewelry was very gypsy like, so I jingled as I walked.
“You like?”
“Like?” exclaimed Carla. “I fucking love!”
“Seriously, where did you find this?” asked Sandra.
“Local consignment shop. I think it was in Winchester or Spring Valley, but it might have been Paradise.”
“You’re going to give every straight guy a fucking boner,” said Carla.
We all laughed and headed in. Turned out I was the only one who dared to dress like I did. I didn’t care, I was a sexy, single woman living in Las Vegas who was hoping to get laid tomorrow night, and I wasn’t about to buy a special costume for my work. It wasn’t like I was naked.
The party was a huge hit. The band was fantastic and the food was amazing. I danced with several coworkers and a few of the accountants, though their wives didn’t quite approve. Oh well. The only person I didn’t see was Mr. Hoskins. I was sure he was there, but other than seeing Hunter, his bodyguard/driver, he was nowhere to be found.
I was surprised when Mr. Rocca stepped up wearing a stripped zoot-suit, looking like an old gangster from the Roaring Twenties, and smiled at me. “Well don’t you look sexy tonight?”
“Mr. Rocca!” I exclaimed. “Pleased to see you tonight.”
“How’s the job going?”
“Great! Mr. Hoskins has been a wonderful boss and I can’t even begin to thank you for helping me get this job.”
“As I recall, you already did.”
“Oh, right,” I giggled.
“So, how well do you know your boss?”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you met any of his family?”
“Not that I’m aware of. Why?”
“Oh, because he’s got a few skeletons in his closet.”
“Don’t we all?”
“Well, he has a surprise or two as well.”
That comment about the surprise or two struck me as odd, but I blew it off and said, “Well, he’s a great boss and considering all I’ve been through, I’ve nothing to complain about.”
“Well that’s good to hear.”
A woman with salt and pepper hair, dressed as a Roaring Twenties flapper stepped up and asked, “And who’s this?”
“Morgan, my lovely wife Tatum Rocca. Tatum, this is Morgan Schneider. She was the young lady I rescued from jail when that idiot I hired got arrested.”
“Oh yes,” she said, her voice had a clear air of high society. “The secretary you fucked.”
I was taking a drink when she said that and I instantly choked. Mr. Rocca didn’t look pleased that I had spit my drink on him, but it really wasn’t my fault. “What the fuck is wrong with you Tatum?” he snapped.
“Are you denying you fucked her?”
I was still gasping for air when he said, “Yes I am. I told you, Clint was a sleaze-bag and the cop was trying to get this poor girl to sign a confession she didn’t understand. If she had been guilty, she wouldn’t be here now.”
I finally was able to catch my breath and said, “Mr. Rocca talked to Mr. Hoskins on my behalf.”
Mrs. Rocca looked at Mr. Rocca and me, then said, “You two better be telling me the truth. If I find out you fucked my husband, prison will be the least of your worries little girl.”
Did I mention I’m a curvy, petite woman with blonde hair and blue eyes? Tatum Rocca is over six feet tall in her heels with thick salt and pepper hair. I smiled up at her and said, “You have nothing to worry about.”
“Good! Now, let’s get something to eat dear.”
“It’s was good seeing you again Morgan. And tell Jacob thanks again for adjusting my account. I was afraid I’d have to find another accountant.”
“I’m sure he’ll be happy about that.”
“What adjustment are you talking about?” asked Tatum as they walked away.
“I told you dear, Jacob realized I was getting over-billed so I have a credit on my account…” Mr. Rocca’s voice trailed off as they left.
Shortly after the Roccas left, I noticed three men wearing full masks that I couldn’t identify standing together. One was Frankenstein, one was a Wolf-Man, and one was the Phantom of the Opera. All three had the same build and I was sure one of them was Mr. Hoskins. The identity of the other two men was a mystery, but I liked the idea of a mystery. I smiled and flirted with all three, but none of them seem to react.
The party raged on and I decided to check out the haunted rooms. One was a cemetery with tombstones that bore the names of all the employees, including mine. I won’t lie, that was a kinda creepy. Another was a mad scientist’s laboratory where there was an assortment of bizarre experiments in jars. The next was made to look like a gourmet kitchen that’s main ingredient was human body parts. Arms, legs, feet, hands, fingers, toes, and even heads hung along the walls. There was even a chef who looked a bit crazy inviting you in to have a taste. Though the décor said otherwise, the samples were rather delicious.
Each room I went into was creepier than the last and really added to the theme. The last room I visited was Mr. Hoskins’s office. There was a coffin in the center of the room that was open and empty. I giggled at the thought of my boss being a vampire. The coffin was lined in dark red satin, a few candles were lit on my boss’s desk that was covered in black satin, but the creepy vibe gave an erotic feel to the room. I could picture Mr. Hoskins fucking any woman of his choice on that desk, myself included.
“Good evening,” said a man’s voice.
I turned to see the Phantom standing behind me. “Good evening.”
“What’s a lovely young thing like you doing in a stuffy place like this?”
There was something familiar about his voice, but I wasn’t sure who it was. “I work here.”
He laughed. “I know that, silly.”
“I know you, don’t I?” I asked.
“You do,” he said, locking the door and closing the gap between us.
I bit my lip. My heart raced. “Care to give me a hint?”
I could see him smile as he said, “Now, where would the fun be in that?”
I looked up into his gray eyes and knew instantly, who he was. “Mr. Hoskins?”
“Jacob, please. Tonight I’m Jacob,” he replied.
He removed his mask, unhooked my veil, then took me into his arms and kissed me hard. Now, I’ll admit that I’ve been attracted to my boss since the day I met him, but I assumed that he had a girlfriend or a wife. I mean, he’s fucking gorgeous. In my humble opinion, what woman in her right mind wouldn’t date him, let alone fuck him? Now he was kissing me in the way I had only fantasized about. I felt my nipples harden and my pussy dampen. So many naughty thoughts raced through my mind.
Jacob broke off our kiss and said, “I’ve been wanting to do that since you first started here. In fact, there are so many things I’ve wanted to do to you for so long now.”
“Like what?” I asked, biting my lower lip.
“I wanted to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom after your little stunt of staying late, then calling the police on me.”
“In my defense, I didn’t see you, only your outlines. Would you have had me done anything different?”
He paused, and ran his fingers along the edge of my face. “No, I don’t think I would. But, you were here after hours without permission.”
“True.” I really couldn’t argue with that.
“And then I’ve wondered what it would feel like to have you suck my cock while I’m on an important business call, especially with Mr. Rocca.”
“Oh?” What did he know?
“I knew he sent you to spy on me.”
“He thought you were stealing from him.”
“Well, technically I was. But you helped me fix that. I knew right there and then, you were a keeper. In fact, because of you, we’ve actually made more money in the last quarter since the recession. Now, I want nothing more than to bend you over my desk and fuck you hard after I’ve fucked that smart mouth of yours.”
Jacob’s gray eyes burned with desire. It was clear what he wanted. He reached around and grabbed my pony tail hard enough to tell me he was serious without hurting me, then kissed me again. I could feel his hard cock pressing through his pants and into my abdomen. I reached down to unzip his slacks when he released me.
He stepped over to the coffin, grabbed the pillow and said, “I’m not a complete ass, you might want to set your knees on this.”
I smiled. “Thanks. That would be nice.”
Jacob moved to the edge of his desk and leaned back. “I was thinking of having you sit under my desk, but I think I’ll save that for next week, that is, if you willing.”
I smiled wickedly at him. “I might be.”
He grinned. “I like the way you think. Now, where were we?”
I stepped up, tossed the satiny pillow on the floor by his feet, and said, “I believe I was about to fulfill your first wish, Master.”
Jacob snickered. “So do I get three wishes then?”
“Sure,” I said, unzipping his pants and freeing his steel-rod cock from his pants. “Please make your first wish to make it all official.”
“I wish for you to suck my cock, but don’t make me cum. Not yet, anyway.”
“As you wish, Master,” I said, kneeling down before him, on the pillow.
His cock was perfect. Not too thick, not too long, tanned with a purple mushroom head. His balls were darker, and firm. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling its soft exterior and pulsing veins from his heartbeat. I licked the head, tasting the sweet, salty precum and purred. Jacob moaned softly, watching my every move.
I slid my mouth over the head, and took his cock into my mouth. Jacob gasped, but said nothing. I looked up at him and saw him smile. I licked and sucked this cock, taking a bit more until I had him fully in my mouth, and the head of his cock touched my throat.
“Fuck!” he gasped, grabbing my head.
Jacob started to thrust, fucking my mouth the way I hoped he would later fuck my pussy. I felt myself grow wetter as we worked together. I love sucking a man’s cock, I really do. It’s a skill I personally have spent years working to improve on. I listen to my partner. His words, his moans, his breathing. It all tells me what he likes, and doesn’t like. I could tell Jacob liked what I was doing.
Jacob pulled me off his cock with a pop. Saliva was hanging from my mouth to his cock. I caught it with my tongue as he said, “That was fucking amazing! You’ve got skills that would rival… never mind… time for my second wish, Genie.”
I smiled and stood up. “What would my Master wish for now?”
“Your pussy,” he said. “I wish to eat your pussy and make you cum. But, within that wish I want to do things to you that you won’t fight me on.”
I wondered what he was up to, but since my goal was to get laid as long as he fucked me, I was willing to try almost anything.”
“May I ask what?”
“I love anal, but it’s not what I want tonight. I do however, have a toy, a brand new toy that I’d like to use on you.”
“What is it?”
“A butt plug. I bought it when I first hired you and I swear it’s never been used by anyone. I want to use it on you, train your ass to one day take my cock. If it hurts I will take it out.”
Now, I had engaged in anal a few times, but I personally never cared for it. Most men treat your ass like your pussy, when it’s so not the same. I liked the idea of ‘training’ my ass to one day take his cock.
“I’ll try,” I said nervously.
Jacob smiled, “I’m glad you’re willing to trust me. Now. I want you to bend over my desk and let me have my wish.”
“Your wish is my command, Master.”
Jacob led me around his desk to where he would normally sit and bent me over his desk. He placed my hands on the edge, then slid two small panels open and cuffed me down.
“What the hell?”
“Relax my dear, if you want me to stop, just say Rocca.”
“Rocca?” I asked.
“Think of it as a safe-word. That is the last name I’d want to hear if we are fucking so it will be the perfect safe-word.”
I took a deep breath. I did enjoy a bit of kink and this seemed like fun. “Okay, Rocca is our safe-word.”
I tugged at my restraints and realized they were padded with a soft lining that almost tickled my wrists. Jacob unhooked my top and I heard it fall with a heavy thud on the table. He unzipped my harem pants and slipped them off my legs, removing my shoes as well.
“Your clothes will be in my chair as to not ruin them.”
“Yes Master.”
I felt Jacob slide my panties off my ass, down my legs, and off my body. “Mmmmm,” he moaned, “you smell like heaven and it’s all because of me.”
“Yes Master,” I said in my most seductive sounding voice.
I felt Jacob spread my legs wide, then restrain them like he did my wrists, but at my ankles. Now I was spread eagle, naked, and bound to his desk, wearing only my hat and jewelry. I felt his hands slide up my legs softly, slowly, making my skin tingle. I heard drawers open and close, and wondered what he would do next.
“Are you scared?”
“Nervous.”
“That’s normal. But I assure you, I won’t harm you. I might make you scream, but I won’t harm you.”
“Will anyone hear me?”
“Can you hear the music?”
I listened, the music that I knew was being performed just behind on of the walls, and yet I could barely hear it.
“Barely.”
“This room is mostly soundproof. I did that for the protection of my clients. As you know, some have some… um… questionable ties to certain groups.”
It had been rumored since I was hired on that many of our clients had mob ties or were gangsters. I didn’t care if they were or weren’t, so long as they paid their bills so I could keep my job. “Yeah, I’ve heard the whispers.”
“Well, this is to protect their privacy. What we do for them is all legal, I assure you, but they might share with me some information that isn’t something they want shared with the world.”
“I understand.”
“Good girl. Now, just relax and enjoy.”
I felt Jacob’s hands massage my ass, spreading my cheeks, and rubbing something cool in my anus. As strange as it felt, it also felt so erotic. Then I felt the hard nub of the plug press against my anus.
“Now, take a deep breath for me, and try to enjoy.”
“Yes Master,” I moaned.
The plug entered my ass, filling me like nothing before, and I moaned. I felt Jacob’s fingers tease my clit as the plug was slowly pumped into my ass. With each push, the plug went a bit deeper until I felt it fill me in a way I never expected. Part of me wanted it out, but part of me resisted that urge.
“Good girl, Morgan.”
It was the first time Jacob had used my name, and it helped me relax. I felt him move and then his tongue touched my outer pussy lips. I gasped. He licked the outside, then slid his tongue within my folds, licking and lapping at me. He nipped my outer lips, then sucked my clit into his mouth. His hands pulled my ass cheeks apart as his tongue fucked my pussy hard. His hand moved the plug within my ass, making me moan louder and pant. All I wanted was for him to replace his tongue with his cock and fuck me hard.
Instead of his cock, he slid two fingers inside me, while licking and sucking at my clit. I struggled and moaned on the desk. I wasn’t trying to get free, but to capture more of his fingers and tongue. I wanted him to fuck me with all that he had. I felt my orgasm build, then pause as he’d stop. Each pause made me want him that much more. I know he knew what he was doing to me, as I heard him snicker more than once.
“Does my Genie wish to cum?” he growled.
“Yes Master,” I moaned.
“Beg me.”
“Please Master, let me cum on you face and fingers. I wish to cum for you, on you. Your fingers, your face, your cock.”
Jacob growled into my pussy. “I like the way you think.”
Jacob slid a third finger into my pussy, twisted the plug, and sucked my clit. My orgasm hit with such a violent force that had I not been restrained I would have flown off his desk. I screamed, my body shook, and I felt my pussy clamp down on his fingers. I couldn’t remember the last time a man made me cum so hard.
Jacob slid his fingers from my pussy, stood behind me, and said, “For my final wish, I wish to fuck you hard while you’re restrained to my desk until you’ve cum at least twice.”
TWICE? I thought. I wanted to cum as many times as he could make me. “Your wish is my command, Master.”
Jacob slammed his cock into my pussy and I screamed. It shocked me and filled me with pleasure. Jacob pulled my ponytail forcing my head up and that’s when I saw it, the mirror. I didn’t notice it before, but there it was, plain as day. It was a dark framed, full-length mirror positioned so we could see ourselves fuck. The sight of Jacob behind me, fucking me like a whore was so erotic that I had my first ‘wished’ orgasm.
“Is my Genie enjoying watching her Master fuck her pussy?”
“Yes Master!” I gasped.
“Ever watch yourself get fucked by another man?”
“No,” I moaned.
“Ah, a first for me then. A first of many, I hope.”
“Yes Master.”
Jacob continued to thrust, fucking me in a way no man had fucked me ever. This was what I had been craving for months, a good, hard fuck. I knew Jacob was rumored to be an amazing lover, but this session made the rumors seem weak. My second orgasm hit, causing my toes to curl. Jacob reached under me and tugged at my nipples. Normally this would hurt, but he did it in a way that turned me on, and caused my second ‘wished’ orgasm, and my third total orgasm thus far.
I saw Jacob smile in the mirror. He knew I had cum three times as he pounded me harder. I didn’t want him to stop.
“Harder!” I cried. “Fuck me harder!”
“As you wish!” he roared, fucking me with a force that I was sure should have moved the desk.
I could feel his cock swell within me and I knew he was about to cum as well. I squeezed my kegel muscles causing a fourth and final orgasm from me. Jacob roared as he filled my pussy with his cum. He leaned over and kissed my back and shoulders.
“Amazing!” he moaned. “Simply amazing.”
As I started to come down from my orgasmic high, I realized we might have forgotten protection. I mean, I am on the pill, but I’m not always the best at remembering to take it and earlier this week I had done just that. I felt Jacob pull his cock from my pussy, and the plug from my ass. It was then I saw the condom on his cock, and I took a sigh of relief.
“I take it you’re not on the pill?” he asked.
“Oh I’m on the pill, but I missed a day this week so I’m at a higher risk of pregnancy.”
“Well, I didn’t want to take a chance as this is only our first time.”
I smiled. “But not our last?”
“Not in the least,” he said, disappearing into a small room.
I was still bound to his desk and wondering if he was going to free me or not. Jacob stepped back in, costume back in place and began to release me. “That room is a private bathroom. If you wish to clean yourself off before you rejoin the party you’re welcome to do so.”
“Thanks.”
“Do me one favor.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t tell anyone about this. My desk is a secret I pride myself in. And despite what you’ve heard, I don’t usually fuck my secretaries. To be honest, you’re the first one.”
I smiled. “I feel so honored.” I stood up and stretched my arms and legs.
“You do look beautiful, naked.”
I looked down and blushed. I forgot I was still naked. “The bathroom is over there?”
“Yes. I’ll leave you alone to clean up and get dressed. Oh and one more thing.”
I was gathering my clothes when he said that, and it made me pause. “What?”
“I have a few surprises planned for later. Promise me that no matter what, you not reveal what we did in here.”
“I promise,” I said, not wanting to be known as the office slut.
I took my clothes into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I could feel the lubrication leak out of my ass and, thankfully, I was able to clean everything up. I couldn’t believe my make-up was still intact. I got dressed and stepped back into the haunted office. The room smelled thick with the aroma of sex. The pillow was back in the coffin, and I stepped up to the mirror to give myself one last look. Aside from the glow of a good fuck, I looked normal.
I stepped out and rejoined the party. I was shocked how loud the music was in comparison to the way it sounded in the office. I grabbed myself a cold drink and finished it quickly. With a second, fresh drink, I fixed myself a plate of food and ate. Sandra and Carla found me nibbling and joined me.
“I think the Wolf-Man is Mr. Hoskins,” said Carla.
“Why?” I asked.
“He just fucked me in the conference room,” Carla said, proudly.
I choked on my drink as Sandra said, “Impossible.”
“It’s impossible I got fucked in the conference room by Mr. Hoskins?” asked Carla.
“Not the fucked part, the Mr. Hoskins part,” said Sandra. “He fucked me in the copy room and was wearing the Frankenstein costume.”
I began to bite my lower lip. Who did I fuck then? “How do you know it was Mr. Hoskins?” I asked.
“He told me,” they both said in unison.
“Sounds like one of you got lied to,” I said, hoping it was both of them who were lied to.
“What about you?” asked Carla. “Did you get fucked?”
“No such luck for me,” I lied. “I did check out the rooms. The graveyard gave me the creeps.”
“Oh yeah,” said Sandra. “No one likes the idea of facing their own death.”
The music stopped and we saw Frankenstein, the Wolf-Man, and the Phantom of the Opera step onto the stage. All three men were the same height and build, and I began to wonder what the deal was. Mr. Rocca stepped up and quieted the crowd.
“I’ve been asked by Mr. Hoskins to say a few words. As you all know, tomorrow the great state of Nevada celebrates its 150th anniversary of statehood and the Hoskins’s family have been big supporters of Nevada and the community of Las Vegas.”
The three men each removed their masks and the collective gasp from us all echoed throughout the room. There, standing before us all were what I thought at first were clones of Jacob Hoskins, as Mr. Rocca continued to speak. “Jacob, Jason, and James are proud to be here with you tonight and wish to apologize to anyone who didn’t know which brother was which.”
“Triplets,” I whispered.
“What?” asked Sandra.
“They’re triplets,” I said. “Identical triplets.”
“Bastards,” hissed Carla.
“So which one of us fucked Jacob?” asked Sandra.
“So, will the real Jacob Hoskins please step up?” asked Mr. Rocca, smiling wickedly. I could tell he knew whom was whom.
The brothers looked at each other, all pretended to step up, and finally, the Phantom stepped up. I let a sigh of relief escape my lips, as Sandra said, “Neither of us.”
Jacob scanned the room then winked at me. “My brothers and I have loved playing the game of switch the triplet since childhood. Please allow me to introduce my brother Jason,” Frankenstein stepped up and stood to Jacob’s left, “and my brother James,” the Wolf-Man stepped up to his right.
“I had Jason,” said Sandra.
“I had James,” said Carla.
I had Jacob, I thought, but said nothing. I looked at the three brothers, analyzing their every feature, then I saw it.
“Their eyes,” I whispered.
“What about them?” asked Sandra.
“That’s what’s different,” I said. “Look at their eyes. Jacob has gray eyes. Jason has ice blue eyes. And James has sky blue eyes.”
The girls looked at the three men and realized what I was saying was true.
“Those two bastards,” hissed Carla.
“Don’t you mean three,” said Sandra.
I had to agree, they used us, all three of us. My only claim to fame was the fact I had fucked the real Jacob, but could tell no one. Jacob continued his speech, thanking his employees and clients for their support, and assuring us all the next twelve months would be great. He ended by telling us that he hired a team of drivers to take everyone home safely, then he and his two brothers left the stage. Carla and Sandra stormed off and confronted the two brothers, while I stayed back and quietly watched. It was clear they were pissed, but soon, they were smiling and laughing.
“My brothers are a pair now aren’t they?” said Jacob, standing behind me.
“That they are,” I said, not turning around. I was pissed at the position I felt I had been put in by Jacob.
“I’m sure you felt hurt and used.”
“Yeah, I do,” I snapped.
“I’d like to make it up to you,” he was now whispering in my ear. I could pick up the faint aroma of his cologne and my pussy.
“How?” I was fighting the urge to look at him. I wasn’t sure if I was going to kiss him, or slap him. Either way, it would be the wrong decision.
“Spend the weekend with me and find out.”
I felt my eyes grow wide. The idea of being fucked by Jacob all weekend was beyond tempting. “But I don’t have anything to wear aside from my costume.”
“You won’t need much, and if you do, I will make sure you have the appropriate attire.”
I bit my lower lip, “How much time to I have to think about it?”
Jacob’s breath was hot on my neck as he said, “Not too long, but if you don’t quit biting that lip, I’ll drag you off and remind you why you should say yes.”
My jaw fell open. I looked up and slowly turned around. “How do I know you’re really Jacob?”
He smiled, wickedly, then leaned down and whispered, “Because I know for a fact you fucked Rocca for this job and your apartment. I also know his wife accused you and six other female employees of mine. And, Miss Morgan Schneider, I know that you nearly made me cum when you deep throated my cock. A secret I will never share with anyone, not even my brothers.”
I swallowed hard. I could smell the aroma of my pussy mixing with his cologne making my nipples harden and my pussy dampen yet again. I didn’t know what to say, when Jacob added, “And I think I’d like the chance to date you outside of the office. That is, if you’re willing.”
Remember when I said I was the Queen of Bad Decisions? Yeah, doesn’t this sound like a bad idea to you? I mean, me, a secretary, date my incredibly sexy boss and let him fuck my brains out until he grows tired of me and kicks me to the curb. How could I say yes? How could I say no?
“I don’t want to lose my job,” I whispered. Yeah, I was more worried about my fucking job than I was anything else.
“You won’t. I promise. Regardless of your decision. You have my word on this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to bid some of my guests a good night. I’ll be back in a bit.”
Jacob walked away and I was left with a huge decision. I wanted a man like Jacob, I mean, what woman wouldn’t? He’s sexy, handsome, passionate, an amazing lover, and employed. Yet, he was my boss, and I didn’t want to be known as the office whore.
Mr. Rocca stepped up and said, “Didn’t know he was a triplet, now did you?”
“No,” I whispered.
“He’s not a bad man, just never had any luck with the ladies.”
“What do you mean?”
Mr. Rocca sighed. “When you look like your two brothers, it’s easy for people to think all three are alike. James and Jason were a pair of rascals. They’d seduce women, trade places, then reveal there were three of them. Of course Jacob got blamed for this game, though as far as I know, he rarely engaged in such tomfoolery. I’d say it’s been over ten years since the last time he had. Unfortunately, Jacob was constantly compared to his brothers in every aspect, but let me assure you, of the three, Jacob is the best one. He’s a good man who needs a good woman, like you.”
I smiled. “He’s been a great boss.”
“Then take a chance with him. I assure you, you won’t be sorry, Morgan.”
With that said, Mr. Rocca walked away. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad decision after all, dating Jacob. He did rock my world like no other, and left me wanting more. I decided to give him the weekend, then see where things went from there. I mean, after all, it was just until Sunday right? Sure I was going to be saddle sore and probably not be able to have sex again for a while, but who cares. A girl only lives once.
So, when Carla and Sandra left with James and Jason, and the bulk of the guests had departed, Jacob found me with a nervous look in his eyes. “Well?”
“I’ll give you the weekend,” I said. “If that goes well, we’ll go from there.”
Jacob smiled and took my hand into his, kissing the back. We climbed into the back of his limousine, and while Hunter, his driver, took us all over the city, Jacob fucked me the entire ride. I spent the weekend tied to his bed, literally. I was only freed to eat and use the bathroom. It was the kinkiest, most erotic weekend I’d ever enjoyed.
Jacob kept his word about having my ass too, but he held out until Sunday morning. It was the first time I had ever truly enjoy anal sex, and I knew there and then I was going to date Jacob despite what anyone at work said come Monday morning. Leaving Sunday night was the hardest thing I had ever done. I didn’t want to, but I knew it was for the best. Jacob had bought me some sweats as he knew I was pretty sore from three days of marathon sex. Even a soak in the hot bath didn’t help ease my pain. Stepping out of the bedroom for the first time in three days, I realized how thick the scent of sex was in the bedroom.
Monday morning things returned to normal, so to speak. Our office looked as it always did, and from the looks of Carla and Sandra, the brothers kept them satisfied sexually. Jacob treated me as he always did, and I began to wonder if maybe our relationship ended Sunday night. At lunch, Carla and Sandra shared that the brothers did in fact fuck them silly over the weekend, and they each had planned dates later this week. I said I went to the bar but made the mistake of going to a gay bar so I didn’t get lucky on any level. I wasn’t about to let it slip I never made it to the bar as I was a little ‘tied up’ all weekend.
After lunch, Jacob called me into his office, ordered me to lock the door, and had me suck his cock under his desk while he spoke with Mr. Rocca on the speakerphone. There was a large pillow waiting for me, so I quickly kicked off my shoes and climbed under the desk.
I was not to make him cum until he gave the signal, a tap on my shoulder. I was under that desk for so long I thought my jaw had locked. I knew he wanted to cum, I could feel it, but we had a deal. I continued to lick, suck and occasionally drag my teeth along his shaft. I also held his balls to keep him from cumming, much like the way a cock ring works. Jacob hated that I could now tease him like he had done to me all weekend long, but on some dark level, I know he enjoyed it as well.
The tap came as he ended the call. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth hard until he shot ropes of sticky sweet cum down my throat. I swallowed every delicious drop. Once he was drained, I climbed out and stretched my legs. My knees and ankles popped loudly.
“Same time tomorrow, Genie?”
“Your wish is my command, Master,” I said with a slight bow.
“Oh, and Morgan.”
“Yes Mr. Hoskins,” I said, slipping my shoes on.
“Hunter will be at your apartment at six with a dress I want you to wear to dinner at seven. Don’t be tardy.”
“Will I be spanked if I am?” I asked, smiling.
Jacob glared at me with an icy stare from those sexy as fuck gray eyes, and said “No. I’ll take your ass without proper preparation.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes sir.”
“Dinner is at seven,” he said, his tone was harsh and firm.
“Yes sir,” I whispered, afraid my joke had fucked things up.
I started to leave when I heard him say, “Morgan wait.”
I paused, but said nothing. It was because of my big mouth that Jacob was speaking to me the way he was. Part of me wanted to fall to my knees and beg him for forgiveness, but remember, I’m the Queen of Bad Decisions, so why would I do that?
“I’m sorry Morgan,” he replied, softly. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, and his warm breath on my cheek. “I missed you in my bed last night and I didn’t sleep so well. I’m a bit short tempered today.”
I turned to see him smile down at me. “I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful.”
“I know,” he said, kissing me softly. “But I do like the idea of spanking that fine ass of yours though.”
That made me smile. The passionate kiss that followed told me that I hadn’t fucked things up. And just like that, I was dating my boss in secret. The dress in question was fucking gorgeous and sexy. Jacob took me to an expensive restaurant for an amazing dinner. Then it was back to his place where he tied me up, spanked my ass hard, and fucked me in bed the entire night. We kept my apartment for appearances sake, and for when he had to leave town for assorted business trips. Mr. Rocca told me how happy he was we connected.
Oh, I’ll bet you’re wondering about Clint. Well, he gets out in a few months and has been told to stay away from me or else. Not sure if he’ll listen or not, but if he doesn’t, he’ll find out the warning was serious. Neither Mr. Rocca nor Jacob play around.
So why am I boring you with a history lesson? So you better understand my story. My boss, Jacob Hoskins, is a native born Nevadan who is proud of his state’s history. He requires all of his employees to learn things about Nevada. Luckily, he’s not really anal about it. His biggest thing is us knowing about Nevada Day. Since he liked having Halloween off as a kid, we still close on October 31, regardless of what day of the week it falls on. Our clients know this is just how he is.
This year, the Sesquicentennial, or 150th anniversary of Nevada Day, aka Halloween, is on a Friday. Jacob has announced we are having a huge Halloween party in the office on Thursday so we can enjoy our Nevada Day with our family and friends. Now, Jacob throws us a nice Christmas party every year before we shut down for two weeks at Christmas, the way the public schools do. It’s just cheaper to shut-down for the two weeks than to run a skeleton crew for maybe two clients.
Oh, right, you don’t know what we do, we’re a moderately sized accounting firm. There are about thirty or so people who work here from accountants to secretaries. We work with a few smaller, local casinos here in Las Vegas, and some other local business owners. They all know we don’t work Nevada Day, Halloween, the week of Thanksgiving, and the two weeks at Christmas. I’m not an accountant though, I’m a secretary, Jacob’s secretary to be exact.
Who am I, you ask? Oh, I’m Morgan Schneider. Though, some who know me might say, “The Queen of Bad Decisions.” Why? Well, about two or three years ago I was dating a guy named Clinton Moore. Clint, as we all called him, was a smooth talker, and a hell of a lover. He convinced me to move to Las Vegas with him where he claimed he had a great job opportunity waiting. Like my nickname implies, I followed. His great job opportunity was working for a local casino owner during the day, and stealing cars or dealing drugs at night.
Now, I didn’t know about his night work until the day the cops arrived to raid our home and arrest us both. I felt so foolish. I didn’t know what to do. I mean, I had only been here a few months, and had no family or friends I could call for help. Clint decided to call his boss, Mr. Rocca, for help. Mr. Rocca came with his lawyers. They read the charges and went to work. I was nearly conned into signing a confession I didn’t understand that would have cost me several years behind bars by a cop I thought I could trust. When all was said and done, I was released and the charges against me were dropped. Clint, on the other hand, was convicted and sentenced to ten years.
Though my troubles didn’t end there. I was fired from my job because of the arrest, and was evicted from the apartment I shared with Clint. In fact, I was packing my bags when Mr. Rocca arrived at my home with an offer I couldn’t refuse. He said he knew Clint was a sleazebag and had been investigating him for some time. It’s how he knew I was innocent and why he fought so hard to get the charges against me dropped. This was all fine and dandy, I told him, but it didn’t solve my current problem.
That’s when he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Well, I guess I could have, but only if I was stuck on stupid, which I was trying not to be anymore. He needed a girl to work in an accounting firm as a secretary and spy to see if they were stealing from him. He worked with three different ones, and he was sure one was stealing from him, but he wasn’t sure. Of course I jumped at the chance. Then he helped me pack my bags and took me to what would be my new apartment, on the other side of town. It was a nice one bedroom place that more than met my needs.
It was there in my new apartment, Mr. Rocca made me pay for his services. It was a night of hot, passionate sex. Mr. Rocca was an incredible lover, but he made it very clear this was a one night event and I was to never speak of it again. I have a job and a roof over my head so trust me, I have never spoken of it, until now.
That’s how I met Jacob Hoskins. Mr. Hoskins is a handsome man in his late thirties, with dark auburn hair, and piercing gray eyes. He always wears a three-piece suit with a vest, tie, slacks, jacket, and starched shirt. He wasn’t thrilled about hiring me, as he suspected I was a plant, but he agreed to give me a month trial because he was in dire need of a secretary after his last one had to leave because her Air Force husband was transferred to Europe.
Mr. Hoskins was all business, but his former secretary was something else. After a week, I still couldn’t figure out her filing system, so I decided to stay late one night to try to reorganize it. Once I thought everyone had left, I kicked off my shoes, and started pulling files. After a couple of hours, I slipped off to the bathroom. When I returned, I saw two men moving around my desk. In a panic, I slipped into an open office and called the police.
Imagine my embarrassment when I learned my “intruders” were my boss and his driver/bodyguard. Turns out he was investigating why someone was still in the building after hours and had also called the police. Once it was clear no one was committing a crime, the officer who had come scolded us both.
But my surprises didn’t end there. Mr. Hoskins didn’t fire me, but had me come in the following Saturday and helped me reorganize the files. Turned out we were over-billing some clients and under-charging others. Those we overcharged, we notified that they had a credit for their loyalty, the under-billed ones were told of a price increase to help make-up for our losses. It totally worked. Mr. Rocca was one of those overcharged clients. He told me later he was so glad I was there to fix the problem with the billing.
Fast forward to October, and I was in need a costume for our Nevada Day/Halloween party at the office. I decided this year I would find the sexiest costume I could and since Halloween was also on a Friday, I would wear it to a local bar for their annual Halloween contest. The problem was, this is Vegas, and being the sexiest woman in a bar is never easy.
I hit several costume shops, but the quality was so poor, or the prices were so high, it wasn’t looking good. However, I’m not the kind of girl who gives up easily, and if I had to, I’d hodge-podge a costume. I went into what I thought was yet another costume shop, but it was a consignment store with a slew of nice clothes. Only in Las Vegas could such a place exist.
That’s where I found it, the perfect costume. I swear it was practically custom made for me. It hugged every curve in a way that made me sexy without being slutty. I bought it on the spot with the matching shoes that were also in my size. The sales clerk smiled wickedly at me as I paid her. I figured she knew this outfit would probably get me laid, and I was hoping she was right.
My costume only needed some make-up for me that was more unique than what I normally wore, but that was fine, and easier to find than the costume. I realized after I got home my costume even came with the jewelry needed to make the look complete.
Thursday, October 30th, came quickly and we closed early so everyone could go home, change into their costumes, and come back. The best part was we still got paid for the full day. I was so excited to put on my new costume and get back to the office. I was careful putting everything on, including styling my hair and putting on my make-up. A last look in the mirror told me I’d definitely turn a few heads tonight and tomorrow.
When I arrived, the party was already in full swing. Mr. Hoskins spared no expense. There was a local band, caterers, and some amazing decorations. Our normal conservative office was now a haunted office with surprises behind every door. All the normal office furniture was moved into a few of the back offices so we had access to the bigger rooms for the party.
“Oh my god!” exclaimed Carla, one of the other secretaries, wearing a poodle skirt and blouse. “Where did you get that costume?”
“Better yet,” asked Sandra, wearing a long princess gown, “where did you get that body?”
I smiled proudly and spun around to show the girls my entire belly-dancer/genie costume. The top was a golden bra and the harem pants were purple and green, trimmed in gold coins and lace. My veil was a sheer purple that covered my nose and mouth and connected with the purple and golden hat. I pulled my hair up into a single pony tail that was woven through the hat. The shoes were golden and the jewelry was very gypsy like, so I jingled as I walked.
“You like?”
“Like?” exclaimed Carla. “I fucking love!”
“Seriously, where did you find this?” asked Sandra.
“Local consignment shop. I think it was in Winchester or Spring Valley, but it might have been Paradise.”
“You’re going to give every straight guy a fucking boner,” said Carla.
We all laughed and headed in. Turned out I was the only one who dared to dress like I did. I didn’t care, I was a sexy, single woman living in Las Vegas who was hoping to get laid tomorrow night, and I wasn’t about to buy a special costume for my work. It wasn’t like I was naked.
The party was a huge hit. The band was fantastic and the food was amazing. I danced with several coworkers and a few of the accountants, though their wives didn’t quite approve. Oh well. The only person I didn’t see was Mr. Hoskins. I was sure he was there, but other than seeing Hunter, his bodyguard/driver, he was nowhere to be found.
I was surprised when Mr. Rocca stepped up wearing a stripped zoot-suit, looking like an old gangster from the Roaring Twenties, and smiled at me. “Well don’t you look sexy tonight?”
“Mr. Rocca!” I exclaimed. “Pleased to see you tonight.”
“How’s the job going?”
“Great! Mr. Hoskins has been a wonderful boss and I can’t even begin to thank you for helping me get this job.”
“As I recall, you already did.”
“Oh, right,” I giggled.
“So, how well do you know your boss?”
“What do you mean?”
“Have you met any of his family?”
“Not that I’m aware of. Why?”
“Oh, because he’s got a few skeletons in his closet.”
“Don’t we all?”
“Well, he has a surprise or two as well.”
That comment about the surprise or two struck me as odd, but I blew it off and said, “Well, he’s a great boss and considering all I’ve been through, I’ve nothing to complain about.”
“Well that’s good to hear.”
A woman with salt and pepper hair, dressed as a Roaring Twenties flapper stepped up and asked, “And who’s this?”
“Morgan, my lovely wife Tatum Rocca. Tatum, this is Morgan Schneider. She was the young lady I rescued from jail when that idiot I hired got arrested.”
“Oh yes,” she said, her voice had a clear air of high society. “The secretary you fucked.”
I was taking a drink when she said that and I instantly choked. Mr. Rocca didn’t look pleased that I had spit my drink on him, but it really wasn’t my fault. “What the fuck is wrong with you Tatum?” he snapped.
“Are you denying you fucked her?”
I was still gasping for air when he said, “Yes I am. I told you, Clint was a sleaze-bag and the cop was trying to get this poor girl to sign a confession she didn’t understand. If she had been guilty, she wouldn’t be here now.”
I finally was able to catch my breath and said, “Mr. Rocca talked to Mr. Hoskins on my behalf.”
Mrs. Rocca looked at Mr. Rocca and me, then said, “You two better be telling me the truth. If I find out you fucked my husband, prison will be the least of your worries little girl.”
Did I mention I’m a curvy, petite woman with blonde hair and blue eyes? Tatum Rocca is over six feet tall in her heels with thick salt and pepper hair. I smiled up at her and said, “You have nothing to worry about.”
“Good! Now, let’s get something to eat dear.”
“It’s was good seeing you again Morgan. And tell Jacob thanks again for adjusting my account. I was afraid I’d have to find another accountant.”
“I’m sure he’ll be happy about that.”
“What adjustment are you talking about?” asked Tatum as they walked away.
“I told you dear, Jacob realized I was getting over-billed so I have a credit on my account…” Mr. Rocca’s voice trailed off as they left.
Shortly after the Roccas left, I noticed three men wearing full masks that I couldn’t identify standing together. One was Frankenstein, one was a Wolf-Man, and one was the Phantom of the Opera. All three had the same build and I was sure one of them was Mr. Hoskins. The identity of the other two men was a mystery, but I liked the idea of a mystery. I smiled and flirted with all three, but none of them seem to react.
The party raged on and I decided to check out the haunted rooms. One was a cemetery with tombstones that bore the names of all the employees, including mine. I won’t lie, that was a kinda creepy. Another was a mad scientist’s laboratory where there was an assortment of bizarre experiments in jars. The next was made to look like a gourmet kitchen that’s main ingredient was human body parts. Arms, legs, feet, hands, fingers, toes, and even heads hung along the walls. There was even a chef who looked a bit crazy inviting you in to have a taste. Though the décor said otherwise, the samples were rather delicious.
Each room I went into was creepier than the last and really added to the theme. The last room I visited was Mr. Hoskins’s office. There was a coffin in the center of the room that was open and empty. I giggled at the thought of my boss being a vampire. The coffin was lined in dark red satin, a few candles were lit on my boss’s desk that was covered in black satin, but the creepy vibe gave an erotic feel to the room. I could picture Mr. Hoskins fucking any woman of his choice on that desk, myself included.
“Good evening,” said a man’s voice.
I turned to see the Phantom standing behind me. “Good evening.”
“What’s a lovely young thing like you doing in a stuffy place like this?”
There was something familiar about his voice, but I wasn’t sure who it was. “I work here.”
He laughed. “I know that, silly.”
“I know you, don’t I?” I asked.
“You do,” he said, locking the door and closing the gap between us.
I bit my lip. My heart raced. “Care to give me a hint?”
I could see him smile as he said, “Now, where would the fun be in that?”
I looked up into his gray eyes and knew instantly, who he was. “Mr. Hoskins?”
“Jacob, please. Tonight I’m Jacob,” he replied.
He removed his mask, unhooked my veil, then took me into his arms and kissed me hard. Now, I’ll admit that I’ve been attracted to my boss since the day I met him, but I assumed that he had a girlfriend or a wife. I mean, he’s fucking gorgeous. In my humble opinion, what woman in her right mind wouldn’t date him, let alone fuck him? Now he was kissing me in the way I had only fantasized about. I felt my nipples harden and my pussy dampen. So many naughty thoughts raced through my mind.
Jacob broke off our kiss and said, “I’ve been wanting to do that since you first started here. In fact, there are so many things I’ve wanted to do to you for so long now.”
“Like what?” I asked, biting my lower lip.
“I wanted to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom after your little stunt of staying late, then calling the police on me.”
“In my defense, I didn’t see you, only your outlines. Would you have had me done anything different?”
He paused, and ran his fingers along the edge of my face. “No, I don’t think I would. But, you were here after hours without permission.”
“True.” I really couldn’t argue with that.
“And then I’ve wondered what it would feel like to have you suck my cock while I’m on an important business call, especially with Mr. Rocca.”
“Oh?” What did he know?
“I knew he sent you to spy on me.”
“He thought you were stealing from him.”
“Well, technically I was. But you helped me fix that. I knew right there and then, you were a keeper. In fact, because of you, we’ve actually made more money in the last quarter since the recession. Now, I want nothing more than to bend you over my desk and fuck you hard after I’ve fucked that smart mouth of yours.”
Jacob’s gray eyes burned with desire. It was clear what he wanted. He reached around and grabbed my pony tail hard enough to tell me he was serious without hurting me, then kissed me again. I could feel his hard cock pressing through his pants and into my abdomen. I reached down to unzip his slacks when he released me.
He stepped over to the coffin, grabbed the pillow and said, “I’m not a complete ass, you might want to set your knees on this.”
I smiled. “Thanks. That would be nice.”
Jacob moved to the edge of his desk and leaned back. “I was thinking of having you sit under my desk, but I think I’ll save that for next week, that is, if you willing.”
I smiled wickedly at him. “I might be.”
He grinned. “I like the way you think. Now, where were we?”
I stepped up, tossed the satiny pillow on the floor by his feet, and said, “I believe I was about to fulfill your first wish, Master.”
Jacob snickered. “So do I get three wishes then?”
“Sure,” I said, unzipping his pants and freeing his steel-rod cock from his pants. “Please make your first wish to make it all official.”
“I wish for you to suck my cock, but don’t make me cum. Not yet, anyway.”
“As you wish, Master,” I said, kneeling down before him, on the pillow.
His cock was perfect. Not too thick, not too long, tanned with a purple mushroom head. His balls were darker, and firm. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling its soft exterior and pulsing veins from his heartbeat. I licked the head, tasting the sweet, salty precum and purred. Jacob moaned softly, watching my every move.
I slid my mouth over the head, and took his cock into my mouth. Jacob gasped, but said nothing. I looked up at him and saw him smile. I licked and sucked this cock, taking a bit more until I had him fully in my mouth, and the head of his cock touched my throat.
“Fuck!” he gasped, grabbing my head.
Jacob started to thrust, fucking my mouth the way I hoped he would later fuck my pussy. I felt myself grow wetter as we worked together. I love sucking a man’s cock, I really do. It’s a skill I personally have spent years working to improve on. I listen to my partner. His words, his moans, his breathing. It all tells me what he likes, and doesn’t like. I could tell Jacob liked what I was doing.
Jacob pulled me off his cock with a pop. Saliva was hanging from my mouth to his cock. I caught it with my tongue as he said, “That was fucking amazing! You’ve got skills that would rival… never mind… time for my second wish, Genie.”
I smiled and stood up. “What would my Master wish for now?”
“Your pussy,” he said. “I wish to eat your pussy and make you cum. But, within that wish I want to do things to you that you won’t fight me on.”
I wondered what he was up to, but since my goal was to get laid as long as he fucked me, I was willing to try almost anything.”
“May I ask what?”
“I love anal, but it’s not what I want tonight. I do however, have a toy, a brand new toy that I’d like to use on you.”
“What is it?”
“A butt plug. I bought it when I first hired you and I swear it’s never been used by anyone. I want to use it on you, train your ass to one day take my cock. If it hurts I will take it out.”
Now, I had engaged in anal a few times, but I personally never cared for it. Most men treat your ass like your pussy, when it’s so not the same. I liked the idea of ‘training’ my ass to one day take his cock.
“I’ll try,” I said nervously.
Jacob smiled, “I’m glad you’re willing to trust me. Now. I want you to bend over my desk and let me have my wish.”
“Your wish is my command, Master.”
Jacob led me around his desk to where he would normally sit and bent me over his desk. He placed my hands on the edge, then slid two small panels open and cuffed me down.
“What the hell?”
“Relax my dear, if you want me to stop, just say Rocca.”
“Rocca?” I asked.
“Think of it as a safe-word. That is the last name I’d want to hear if we are fucking so it will be the perfect safe-word.”
I took a deep breath. I did enjoy a bit of kink and this seemed like fun. “Okay, Rocca is our safe-word.”
I tugged at my restraints and realized they were padded with a soft lining that almost tickled my wrists. Jacob unhooked my top and I heard it fall with a heavy thud on the table. He unzipped my harem pants and slipped them off my legs, removing my shoes as well.
“Your clothes will be in my chair as to not ruin them.”
“Yes Master.”
I felt Jacob slide my panties off my ass, down my legs, and off my body. “Mmmmm,” he moaned, “you smell like heaven and it’s all because of me.”
“Yes Master,” I said in my most seductive sounding voice.
I felt Jacob spread my legs wide, then restrain them like he did my wrists, but at my ankles. Now I was spread eagle, naked, and bound to his desk, wearing only my hat and jewelry. I felt his hands slide up my legs softly, slowly, making my skin tingle. I heard drawers open and close, and wondered what he would do next.
“Are you scared?”
“Nervous.”
“That’s normal. But I assure you, I won’t harm you. I might make you scream, but I won’t harm you.”
“Will anyone hear me?”
“Can you hear the music?”
I listened, the music that I knew was being performed just behind on of the walls, and yet I could barely hear it.
“Barely.”
“This room is mostly soundproof. I did that for the protection of my clients. As you know, some have some… um… questionable ties to certain groups.”
It had been rumored since I was hired on that many of our clients had mob ties or were gangsters. I didn’t care if they were or weren’t, so long as they paid their bills so I could keep my job. “Yeah, I’ve heard the whispers.”
“Well, this is to protect their privacy. What we do for them is all legal, I assure you, but they might share with me some information that isn’t something they want shared with the world.”
“I understand.”
“Good girl. Now, just relax and enjoy.”
I felt Jacob’s hands massage my ass, spreading my cheeks, and rubbing something cool in my anus. As strange as it felt, it also felt so erotic. Then I felt the hard nub of the plug press against my anus.
“Now, take a deep breath for me, and try to enjoy.”
“Yes Master,” I moaned.
The plug entered my ass, filling me like nothing before, and I moaned. I felt Jacob’s fingers tease my clit as the plug was slowly pumped into my ass. With each push, the plug went a bit deeper until I felt it fill me in a way I never expected. Part of me wanted it out, but part of me resisted that urge.
“Good girl, Morgan.”
It was the first time Jacob had used my name, and it helped me relax. I felt him move and then his tongue touched my outer pussy lips. I gasped. He licked the outside, then slid his tongue within my folds, licking and lapping at me. He nipped my outer lips, then sucked my clit into his mouth. His hands pulled my ass cheeks apart as his tongue fucked my pussy hard. His hand moved the plug within my ass, making me moan louder and pant. All I wanted was for him to replace his tongue with his cock and fuck me hard.
Instead of his cock, he slid two fingers inside me, while licking and sucking at my clit. I struggled and moaned on the desk. I wasn’t trying to get free, but to capture more of his fingers and tongue. I wanted him to fuck me with all that he had. I felt my orgasm build, then pause as he’d stop. Each pause made me want him that much more. I know he knew what he was doing to me, as I heard him snicker more than once.
“Does my Genie wish to cum?” he growled.
“Yes Master,” I moaned.
“Beg me.”
“Please Master, let me cum on you face and fingers. I wish to cum for you, on you. Your fingers, your face, your cock.”
Jacob growled into my pussy. “I like the way you think.”
Jacob slid a third finger into my pussy, twisted the plug, and sucked my clit. My orgasm hit with such a violent force that had I not been restrained I would have flown off his desk. I screamed, my body shook, and I felt my pussy clamp down on his fingers. I couldn’t remember the last time a man made me cum so hard.
Jacob slid his fingers from my pussy, stood behind me, and said, “For my final wish, I wish to fuck you hard while you’re restrained to my desk until you’ve cum at least twice.”
TWICE? I thought. I wanted to cum as many times as he could make me. “Your wish is my command, Master.”
Jacob slammed his cock into my pussy and I screamed. It shocked me and filled me with pleasure. Jacob pulled my ponytail forcing my head up and that’s when I saw it, the mirror. I didn’t notice it before, but there it was, plain as day. It was a dark framed, full-length mirror positioned so we could see ourselves fuck. The sight of Jacob behind me, fucking me like a whore was so erotic that I had my first ‘wished’ orgasm.
“Is my Genie enjoying watching her Master fuck her pussy?”
“Yes Master!” I gasped.
“Ever watch yourself get fucked by another man?”
“No,” I moaned.
“Ah, a first for me then. A first of many, I hope.”
“Yes Master.”
Jacob continued to thrust, fucking me in a way no man had fucked me ever. This was what I had been craving for months, a good, hard fuck. I knew Jacob was rumored to be an amazing lover, but this session made the rumors seem weak. My second orgasm hit, causing my toes to curl. Jacob reached under me and tugged at my nipples. Normally this would hurt, but he did it in a way that turned me on, and caused my second ‘wished’ orgasm, and my third total orgasm thus far.
I saw Jacob smile in the mirror. He knew I had cum three times as he pounded me harder. I didn’t want him to stop.
“Harder!” I cried. “Fuck me harder!”
“As you wish!” he roared, fucking me with a force that I was sure should have moved the desk.
I could feel his cock swell within me and I knew he was about to cum as well. I squeezed my kegel muscles causing a fourth and final orgasm from me. Jacob roared as he filled my pussy with his cum. He leaned over and kissed my back and shoulders.
“Amazing!” he moaned. “Simply amazing.”
As I started to come down from my orgasmic high, I realized we might have forgotten protection. I mean, I am on the pill, but I’m not always the best at remembering to take it and earlier this week I had done just that. I felt Jacob pull his cock from my pussy, and the plug from my ass. It was then I saw the condom on his cock, and I took a sigh of relief.
“I take it you’re not on the pill?” he asked.
“Oh I’m on the pill, but I missed a day this week so I’m at a higher risk of pregnancy.”
“Well, I didn’t want to take a chance as this is only our first time.”
I smiled. “But not our last?”
“Not in the least,” he said, disappearing into a small room.
I was still bound to his desk and wondering if he was going to free me or not. Jacob stepped back in, costume back in place and began to release me. “That room is a private bathroom. If you wish to clean yourself off before you rejoin the party you’re welcome to do so.”
“Thanks.”
“Do me one favor.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t tell anyone about this. My desk is a secret I pride myself in. And despite what you’ve heard, I don’t usually fuck my secretaries. To be honest, you’re the first one.”
I smiled. “I feel so honored.” I stood up and stretched my arms and legs.
“You do look beautiful, naked.”
I looked down and blushed. I forgot I was still naked. “The bathroom is over there?”
“Yes. I’ll leave you alone to clean up and get dressed. Oh and one more thing.”
I was gathering my clothes when he said that, and it made me pause. “What?”
“I have a few surprises planned for later. Promise me that no matter what, you not reveal what we did in here.”
“I promise,” I said, not wanting to be known as the office slut.
I took my clothes into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I could feel the lubrication leak out of my ass and, thankfully, I was able to clean everything up. I couldn’t believe my make-up was still intact. I got dressed and stepped back into the haunted office. The room smelled thick with the aroma of sex. The pillow was back in the coffin, and I stepped up to the mirror to give myself one last look. Aside from the glow of a good fuck, I looked normal.
I stepped out and rejoined the party. I was shocked how loud the music was in comparison to the way it sounded in the office. I grabbed myself a cold drink and finished it quickly. With a second, fresh drink, I fixed myself a plate of food and ate. Sandra and Carla found me nibbling and joined me.
“I think the Wolf-Man is Mr. Hoskins,” said Carla.
“Why?” I asked.
“He just fucked me in the conference room,” Carla said, proudly.
I choked on my drink as Sandra said, “Impossible.”
“It’s impossible I got fucked in the conference room by Mr. Hoskins?” asked Carla.
“Not the fucked part, the Mr. Hoskins part,” said Sandra. “He fucked me in the copy room and was wearing the Frankenstein costume.”
I began to bite my lower lip. Who did I fuck then? “How do you know it was Mr. Hoskins?” I asked.
“He told me,” they both said in unison.
“Sounds like one of you got lied to,” I said, hoping it was both of them who were lied to.
“What about you?” asked Carla. “Did you get fucked?”
“No such luck for me,” I lied. “I did check out the rooms. The graveyard gave me the creeps.”
“Oh yeah,” said Sandra. “No one likes the idea of facing their own death.”
The music stopped and we saw Frankenstein, the Wolf-Man, and the Phantom of the Opera step onto the stage. All three men were the same height and build, and I began to wonder what the deal was. Mr. Rocca stepped up and quieted the crowd.
“I’ve been asked by Mr. Hoskins to say a few words. As you all know, tomorrow the great state of Nevada celebrates its 150th anniversary of statehood and the Hoskins’s family have been big supporters of Nevada and the community of Las Vegas.”
The three men each removed their masks and the collective gasp from us all echoed throughout the room. There, standing before us all were what I thought at first were clones of Jacob Hoskins, as Mr. Rocca continued to speak. “Jacob, Jason, and James are proud to be here with you tonight and wish to apologize to anyone who didn’t know which brother was which.”
“Triplets,” I whispered.
“What?” asked Sandra.
“They’re triplets,” I said. “Identical triplets.”
“Bastards,” hissed Carla.
“So which one of us fucked Jacob?” asked Sandra.
“So, will the real Jacob Hoskins please step up?” asked Mr. Rocca, smiling wickedly. I could tell he knew whom was whom.
The brothers looked at each other, all pretended to step up, and finally, the Phantom stepped up. I let a sigh of relief escape my lips, as Sandra said, “Neither of us.”
Jacob scanned the room then winked at me. “My brothers and I have loved playing the game of switch the triplet since childhood. Please allow me to introduce my brother Jason,” Frankenstein stepped up and stood to Jacob’s left, “and my brother James,” the Wolf-Man stepped up to his right.
“I had Jason,” said Sandra.
“I had James,” said Carla.
I had Jacob, I thought, but said nothing. I looked at the three brothers, analyzing their every feature, then I saw it.
“Their eyes,” I whispered.
“What about them?” asked Sandra.
“That’s what’s different,” I said. “Look at their eyes. Jacob has gray eyes. Jason has ice blue eyes. And James has sky blue eyes.”
The girls looked at the three men and realized what I was saying was true.
“Those two bastards,” hissed Carla.
“Don’t you mean three,” said Sandra.
I had to agree, they used us, all three of us. My only claim to fame was the fact I had fucked the real Jacob, but could tell no one. Jacob continued his speech, thanking his employees and clients for their support, and assuring us all the next twelve months would be great. He ended by telling us that he hired a team of drivers to take everyone home safely, then he and his two brothers left the stage. Carla and Sandra stormed off and confronted the two brothers, while I stayed back and quietly watched. It was clear they were pissed, but soon, they were smiling and laughing.
“My brothers are a pair now aren’t they?” said Jacob, standing behind me.
“That they are,” I said, not turning around. I was pissed at the position I felt I had been put in by Jacob.
“I’m sure you felt hurt and used.”
“Yeah, I do,” I snapped.
“I’d like to make it up to you,” he was now whispering in my ear. I could pick up the faint aroma of his cologne and my pussy.
“How?” I was fighting the urge to look at him. I wasn’t sure if I was going to kiss him, or slap him. Either way, it would be the wrong decision.
“Spend the weekend with me and find out.”
I felt my eyes grow wide. The idea of being fucked by Jacob all weekend was beyond tempting. “But I don’t have anything to wear aside from my costume.”
“You won’t need much, and if you do, I will make sure you have the appropriate attire.”
I bit my lower lip, “How much time to I have to think about it?”
Jacob’s breath was hot on my neck as he said, “Not too long, but if you don’t quit biting that lip, I’ll drag you off and remind you why you should say yes.”
My jaw fell open. I looked up and slowly turned around. “How do I know you’re really Jacob?”
He smiled, wickedly, then leaned down and whispered, “Because I know for a fact you fucked Rocca for this job and your apartment. I also know his wife accused you and six other female employees of mine. And, Miss Morgan Schneider, I know that you nearly made me cum when you deep throated my cock. A secret I will never share with anyone, not even my brothers.”
I swallowed hard. I could smell the aroma of my pussy mixing with his cologne making my nipples harden and my pussy dampen yet again. I didn’t know what to say, when Jacob added, “And I think I’d like the chance to date you outside of the office. That is, if you’re willing.”
Remember when I said I was the Queen of Bad Decisions? Yeah, doesn’t this sound like a bad idea to you? I mean, me, a secretary, date my incredibly sexy boss and let him fuck my brains out until he grows tired of me and kicks me to the curb. How could I say yes? How could I say no?
“I don’t want to lose my job,” I whispered. Yeah, I was more worried about my fucking job than I was anything else.
“You won’t. I promise. Regardless of your decision. You have my word on this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to bid some of my guests a good night. I’ll be back in a bit.”
Jacob walked away and I was left with a huge decision. I wanted a man like Jacob, I mean, what woman wouldn’t? He’s sexy, handsome, passionate, an amazing lover, and employed. Yet, he was my boss, and I didn’t want to be known as the office whore.
Mr. Rocca stepped up and said, “Didn’t know he was a triplet, now did you?”
“No,” I whispered.
“He’s not a bad man, just never had any luck with the ladies.”
“What do you mean?”
Mr. Rocca sighed. “When you look like your two brothers, it’s easy for people to think all three are alike. James and Jason were a pair of rascals. They’d seduce women, trade places, then reveal there were three of them. Of course Jacob got blamed for this game, though as far as I know, he rarely engaged in such tomfoolery. I’d say it’s been over ten years since the last time he had. Unfortunately, Jacob was constantly compared to his brothers in every aspect, but let me assure you, of the three, Jacob is the best one. He’s a good man who needs a good woman, like you.”
I smiled. “He’s been a great boss.”
“Then take a chance with him. I assure you, you won’t be sorry, Morgan.”
With that said, Mr. Rocca walked away. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad decision after all, dating Jacob. He did rock my world like no other, and left me wanting more. I decided to give him the weekend, then see where things went from there. I mean, after all, it was just until Sunday right? Sure I was going to be saddle sore and probably not be able to have sex again for a while, but who cares. A girl only lives once.
So, when Carla and Sandra left with James and Jason, and the bulk of the guests had departed, Jacob found me with a nervous look in his eyes. “Well?”
“I’ll give you the weekend,” I said. “If that goes well, we’ll go from there.”
Jacob smiled and took my hand into his, kissing the back. We climbed into the back of his limousine, and while Hunter, his driver, took us all over the city, Jacob fucked me the entire ride. I spent the weekend tied to his bed, literally. I was only freed to eat and use the bathroom. It was the kinkiest, most erotic weekend I’d ever enjoyed.
Jacob kept his word about having my ass too, but he held out until Sunday morning. It was the first time I had ever truly enjoy anal sex, and I knew there and then I was going to date Jacob despite what anyone at work said come Monday morning. Leaving Sunday night was the hardest thing I had ever done. I didn’t want to, but I knew it was for the best. Jacob had bought me some sweats as he knew I was pretty sore from three days of marathon sex. Even a soak in the hot bath didn’t help ease my pain. Stepping out of the bedroom for the first time in three days, I realized how thick the scent of sex was in the bedroom.
Monday morning things returned to normal, so to speak. Our office looked as it always did, and from the looks of Carla and Sandra, the brothers kept them satisfied sexually. Jacob treated me as he always did, and I began to wonder if maybe our relationship ended Sunday night. At lunch, Carla and Sandra shared that the brothers did in fact fuck them silly over the weekend, and they each had planned dates later this week. I said I went to the bar but made the mistake of going to a gay bar so I didn’t get lucky on any level. I wasn’t about to let it slip I never made it to the bar as I was a little ‘tied up’ all weekend.
After lunch, Jacob called me into his office, ordered me to lock the door, and had me suck his cock under his desk while he spoke with Mr. Rocca on the speakerphone. There was a large pillow waiting for me, so I quickly kicked off my shoes and climbed under the desk.
I was not to make him cum until he gave the signal, a tap on my shoulder. I was under that desk for so long I thought my jaw had locked. I knew he wanted to cum, I could feel it, but we had a deal. I continued to lick, suck and occasionally drag my teeth along his shaft. I also held his balls to keep him from cumming, much like the way a cock ring works. Jacob hated that I could now tease him like he had done to me all weekend long, but on some dark level, I know he enjoyed it as well.
The tap came as he ended the call. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth hard until he shot ropes of sticky sweet cum down my throat. I swallowed every delicious drop. Once he was drained, I climbed out and stretched my legs. My knees and ankles popped loudly.
“Same time tomorrow, Genie?”
“Your wish is my command, Master,” I said with a slight bow.
“Oh, and Morgan.”
“Yes Mr. Hoskins,” I said, slipping my shoes on.
“Hunter will be at your apartment at six with a dress I want you to wear to dinner at seven. Don’t be tardy.”
“Will I be spanked if I am?” I asked, smiling.
Jacob glared at me with an icy stare from those sexy as fuck gray eyes, and said “No. I’ll take your ass without proper preparation.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes sir.”
“Dinner is at seven,” he said, his tone was harsh and firm.
“Yes sir,” I whispered, afraid my joke had fucked things up.
I started to leave when I heard him say, “Morgan wait.”
I paused, but said nothing. It was because of my big mouth that Jacob was speaking to me the way he was. Part of me wanted to fall to my knees and beg him for forgiveness, but remember, I’m the Queen of Bad Decisions, so why would I do that?
“I’m sorry Morgan,” he replied, softly. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, and his warm breath on my cheek. “I missed you in my bed last night and I didn’t sleep so well. I’m a bit short tempered today.”
I turned to see him smile down at me. “I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful.”
“I know,” he said, kissing me softly. “But I do like the idea of spanking that fine ass of yours though.”
That made me smile. The passionate kiss that followed told me that I hadn’t fucked things up. And just like that, I was dating my boss in secret. The dress in question was fucking gorgeous and sexy. Jacob took me to an expensive restaurant for an amazing dinner. Then it was back to his place where he tied me up, spanked my ass hard, and fucked me in bed the entire night. We kept my apartment for appearances sake, and for when he had to leave town for assorted business trips. Mr. Rocca told me how happy he was we connected.
Oh, I’ll bet you’re wondering about Clint. Well, he gets out in a few months and has been told to stay away from me or else. Not sure if he’ll listen or not, but if he doesn’t, he’ll find out the warning was serious. Neither Mr. Rocca nor Jacob play around.
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