Chapter 2

It was promptly at 8:00 when Christy heard a knock on her door. She had been busy since coming home, getting her place picked up and straightened up so it looked nice and then got herself ready as well, showering (although she was sad to have to wash off his cum badge) shaving and getting dressed.

She chose to wear a tight stretchy knit pink halter-top dress that was cut a bit high in length and had cut-outs on the sides. The back of the dress dropped dangerously low and the front had a deep plunging V neckline that showed off her amazing DDD tits to perfection. With her white strappy six-inch heels, she was quite sexy and once her makeup was on, she took a good last look at herself just as she heard his knock.

“Hi, Come on in,” she said softly as she opened the door for him.

“Wow! You look ... wow!” he said, at a complete loss for words. Christy smiled at his comment, knowing she had accomplished what she wanted to do ... impress him.

“Would you like a drink or something before we go to dinner? I have some white wine if you like,” she said.

“That would be fine, thank you,” he said.

“Make yourself at home and I’ll be right back,” she said and turned to go into the kitchen for the wine. She poured a couple of glasses and then just before coming back to him took a couple of deep breaths to calm her nerves. This was going to be a big night for both of them and she didn’t want to act like some fumbling teenager on a first date!

She came back into the living room and sat next to him on the sofa. “Christy honey, I can’t get over how stunning you look. I mean you are always beautiful, but you have gone way beyond that tonight!” he said. “You are simply spectacular!”

Christy blushed as pink as her dress. She wasn’t expecting such high praise, she only wanted to look nice for him! “Thank you, Sir,” she said, looking down at her hands in her lap. She didn’t want him to see the nervousness in her face or how much she wanted him to take her right then and there. Be a little patient Christy. He already wants you, you don’t need to be a whore about it! she told herself silently, Let him think he won you, not that you threw yourself at him!

“Christy, my dear, I wanted to talk to you a little before we get too far into tonight, and while we are both sober and lucid enough to make good decisions. I wanted to talk about what you said back in the office today,” he said.

“What I said, Sir?” she said. “Did I say something wrong? Oh, God, did I make a mistake, Sir? I’m so sorry!” Christy began to panic. What had she done?

“No, no, not at all, my dear, don’t worry. No, I just wanted to talk some more about your ... how did you put it ... wanting to be my secretary slut, my office whore. About how you want me to treat you like a cheap street whore and use your body for my pleasure whenever and however I wish. I believe those were your words, amongst others. I have a pretty good memory, Christy, and when a beautiful woman tells me something like that, I tend to remember it!” he said with a smile.

“Yes, Sir, I said those things,” she said. She wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but she was getting a bit nervous as to how this conversation was going.

“Indeed,” he said. He turned to face her directly. Taking her trembling hands in his, he continued, “Look at me, Christy.” She lifted her eyes to meet his. “My question to you is ... did you mean what you said? And take a moment to think about your answer, because this could change our whole office relationship.”

“Sir, I don’t need to think about it. Yes, I meant every word of what I said. I am yours in any way and every way you will have me. I will be your secretary and do my job as I always have. And if you desire, I will be your office whore when the time is appropriate. I want to be your whore and your slut. I want to be your fucktoy and your plaything. I want to be whatever you want, need, and desire, Sir.

I am and have always been very fond of you, Sir. I hesitate to use the ‘L’ word only because I don’t know your feelings for me. But I do want to be whatever you want me to be for you. I love my job and I love working for you, Sir. You have been more than my boss and my supervisor, you have been my friend and my ... fantasy.

I have had a few jobs in my life, some better than others. But I have never had a job I looked forward to as much as I do this one. It is a pleasure to get up in the morning and come to work to see you. I am sad on the weekends when I sit here at home by myself because I want to be with you. I look forward to Monday morning and getting myself all prettied up for you, Sir. I’m sorry if this sounds too forward or too weird like I’m some sort of stalker or something. But I needed to say it ... I needed to get it off my chest, Sir,” she said.

He listened to what she had to say and sat there for a moment digesting it. She looked down at her hands still clasped in his. She still trembled, now wondering if she had made a mistake in telling him all this. But her fears were soothed a moment later when he stood up, pulling her to her feet. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

“Say the word, Christy,” he said.

“Sir?” she said tentatively.

He walked her by the hand across the room. Spinning her around, he pushed her up against the wall pinning her hands to the wall over her head with his own. He leaned a little closer. “Now tell me, slut. Tell me what you want to say,” he repeated.

“But what if you...” she started to say.

“TELL ME!” he said loudly.

“I LOVE YOU, SIR!” she said. “I love you,” she repeated, softer the second time. She looked in his eyes and saw him smile. He leaned forward and kissed her long, deep, and passionately. He let go of her arms and she put them around his neck as he pressed himself against her. He pushed his hips up against her letting her feel what she had done to him.

She felt the large bulge in his pants, the large bulge that had been there since he left the office earlier. Even though she had received his “bonus” and he had cum, his cock had recharged now and was ready for more! And the way she looked and the dress she wore only increased his desire for her.

He pulled back from their kiss and spun her around again, this time to face the wall. As he pushed her to the wall he knelt down behind her. He rubbed her ass cheeks over the tight material of her dress then ran his hands down her thighs to her knees and back up the insides of her thighs. She shivered as he got to the hem of her dress.

He stopped there for a moment letting the anticipation build. “What do you want?” he asked.

“Please, Sir ... please go under...” she whimpered.

He smiled. He loved to hear her whimper and beg. His hand slipped under her dress and up to her lacy panties. He began to rub her pussy through her panties and her knees buckled slightly. She caught herself, but not before he had placed his other hand on her ass to steady her.

He rubbed her pussy harder, hearing her moan and feeling her sway as she began to get more and more turned on. She put her head against the wall and clawed at the wallpaper as he worked her to a heated frenzy. He felt her pussy getting wet and he could smell her musky aroma ... yes, this woman wanted what he could give her!

He slipped two fingers under the panties and rubbed against her bare pussy for a second. “Oh FUCK!” she cried out as she felt him toy with her pussy lips. But he wasn’t there for her pleasure. As soon as his fingers got wet from her juices he pulled them out and stood up.

He grabbed her hair and hauled her head back. Shoving his wet fingers under her nose, he growled in her ear. “Do you smell that, slut? Do you smell how slutty and dirty you are? How much you want me to fuck you? You DO want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Oh God yes! Please, Sir, please fuck your slutty whore secretary! Please! I need you inside me so much! Please, please Sir!” she begged.

He let go of her hair and turned her back around to face him. Putting a finger under her chin he lifted her face. “There’s time for that later. I see all the trouble you went to to look nice for me – I’d hate to spoil such beauty before dinner. But after dinner, I’m going to make you look like a Picasso painting!” he said kissing her.

Christy moaned into his mouth at the thought of what he was going to do to her after dinner. She adjusted her dress and brushed her hair back into place where he had grabbed it and the pair went to dinner.