Chapter 2

“Michael, are you tired, honey?”

“Not too bad ... why?”

“Good,” she said getting up from the bed, she turned to him and began unbuttoning her blouse, watching his reaction as she released each button. When she had completely undid every button she slid the garment off her shoulders, seductively placing it on the chair next to the bed. She then reached behind her to undo the clasp on her tight black skirt. She removed it and sat it on the chair as well. Now clad only in her bra, panties, and stockings, she stood there for a moment as she watched him survey her.

Rebecca was the most beautiful woman he had ever known. He had been completely captivated when he first laid eyes on her six months ago. At 5’ 7” tall with long blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a warm, welcoming smile, she definitely dressed up the front office. And her tight young figure – a voluptuous 36DD-23-35 – certainly made her a pleasure to work with as well!

And now this fetching woman stood half-naked in front of him, ready and eager to give herself to him completely. Well, Michael wasn’t one to turn down a gift like this. He sat up on the edge of the bed, took her by the hand and pulled her to him. He reached up and unhooked the front of her lacy bra and slipped a finger under each shoulder strap, easing them off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor.

Rebecca’s breasts were magnificent – full, firm, and topped with nipples that just begged to be sucked on. He had always admired them. When she’d wear a sleeveless dress at the office he’d always try to catch a glimpse of her full firm breasts through her open sleeves. Even though they were clad in one of her many sexy black, red, or white bras, he was fully aware of how full and gorgeous they were. At times he would sit in his office peering at her sitting at her desk, just to watch her. She had caught him a few times too, smiling coyly at him before looking down and blushing at his silent compliment.

But as amazing as her breasts were, they were matched in beauty and splendor by her long luxurious legs. What an incredible pair of legs this woman had. She almost always wore a dress or a skirt short enough so that when she would sit down nearly half of her thighs would be exposed. These shapely stalks would be encased in silky nylons and she always wore the sexiest high heels.

Michael would often catch himself fantasizing about reaching up under her skirt to pull her stockings down those beautiful legs. He imagined feeling her up, running hands up her silky soft inner thighs until he reached her moist panties. How many times had he wanted to bury his face between those lovely legs with them wrapped around his head while he ate out her warm juicy pussy. He spent many pleasurable hours daydreaming of orally bringing her to a tremendous orgasm, then afterwards she would beg him to fuck her.

This was no daydream, however. Rebecca stood half-naked and totally ready before him. She waited as he gazed at her, examining her like she was a priceless work of art. Which to him, she was. Finally he pulled her to him and still sitting on the edge of the bed, he took her hands and held them behind her back and he began feasting on her.

His mouth closed around one stiff nipple and she moaned as she felt his rough tongue run over her nipple. Michael had learned over the last few months that his secretary has exceptionally sensitive breasts and nipples – a trait he was not above exploiting! He used her weakness to his advantage now, licking and sucking and chewing on the tender bud and making her moan and quiver as he did. Holding her hands behind her back only served to further vex her and make her all the more excited.

Michael worked on her breasts and nipples for awhile, making sure each got its fair share of attention. Rebecca moaned and thrust her chest out, offering him more of her milky globes. She could feel the fire in her belly ignite and he was very good at fanning the flames as well. Rebecca felt her pussy getting damp and then wet as he chewed on her nipples. She could feel her legs getting weaker ... it wouldn’t be long before they wouldn’t support her at all.

He noticed her unsteadiness and smiled. It was time to up the ante and increase her frenzy.

“Leave your hands behind your back until I tell you to move them,” he told her. She clasped her hands together obediently, not knowing what he had in mind.

Michael began his journey down her exquisite body. Leaving her tantalizing breasts behind, he began kissing his way down her trembling form. He kissed each breast goodbye then kissed his way softly to the valley between them. Heading south, he kissed his way down her chest to her quivering stomach.

“Ohhh...” she moaned as the kisses left a trail of fire on her skin. He continued kissing her as he worked his way lower and lower. He paused at her navel, gently tugging at the dangling piercing jewelry she wore there.

Rebecca moaned as he continued moving down her body, getting closer and closer to her smoldering pussy. She began lifting her hips to him, encouraging him to hurry and reach his destination. But he was enjoying the trip and as aggravating as it was for her, he was in no hurry.

“Please Michael!” she whimpered. But he just smiled and continued his soft teasing kisses. He kissed all around her now dripping pussy, making sure he didn’t touch it yet, despite her twisting and wriggling efforts to guide him. He kissed her spread thighs, taking soft nips at the insides of each with his teeth and making her gasp aloud.

“Oh please, Michael, don’t tease me! I can’t stand it!” she cried. The pleading sound of her voice mixed with the musky smell coming from her glistening pussy lips convinced him that she had been tormented enough. He stood up and let his fingers trail over her chest and around her shoulder as he walked slowly around her. Rebecca moaned and quaked at his languid touch.

Once he had moved around behind her, he pushed her hands to her sides and moved in as close as he could to her. She felt him directly behind her and her knees got wobbly to the point she thought she might fall. But he threw an arm around her waist to steady her. His other hand went to her throat and he gripped her throat firmly, but without choking her. He wanted her to know he was in charge; that she was his.

“How long have you been working for me?” he asked. Michael spoke low and quiet into her ear. She felt his hot breath and the tone of his voice made her pussy twitch.

“Just over six months,” she said, her voice trembling.

“That’s right. And are you happy working with me?” he asked. “Are you happy having a job where you get to fuck the boss on a regular basis?

“Yes! Of course I am sir,” she said.

“Well I do have to admit you are one hell of a fuck. But something tells me that you are more than just the average secretary who’s trying to get in good with the boss. Am I right?”

“Sir?”

“Admit it, slut, you are happiest when you have my cock buried deep in that tight little pussy aren’t you? You want to be the office slut – you want to be my little office whore, don’t you!” he said, roughly. While he spoke, he moved his hand from her throat to grab a handful of her blond hair and hauled her head back towards him. His other hand, meanwhile, moved up from her waist to grab hold of her nipple, pinching it and twisting it roughly to emphasize his point.

“Yes! Oh god yes, sir! I want to be your slut, your office whore! Please, sir!” she cried as he twisted her nipple harder.

“That’s what I thought. Very well then, you are going to be my office whore. You will make yourself available whenever and wherever I want you. While you will remain as my secretary to customers and clients, you and I will know your real role with this company. What do you think of that?” he growled pinching her nipple again.

“Ohhh...” she moaned, her legs getting weak. She knew just what he meant and the thought she would be used like that make her pussy quiver with excitement. Behind her, Michael smiled. He now had a woman at his beck and call who was willing to put the “personal” in personal assistant! His new Girl-Friday pressed her bare ass back at him; wanting to be used, wanting to be of service to him.

Michael pushed the girl forward onto the bed, flipped her over onto her back and spread her legs wide. She grabbed her thighs and held her legs wide open for him, an invitation for him to do whatever he desired to her exposed and hungry pussy.

Putting one hand on her pelvis just above her dripping slit, Michael let his thumb slip down and begin to massage her swollen, throbbing clit. He plunged two fingers from his other hand into her velvety wet hole curling the tips upward to find her g-spot and began to rub it vigorously. If Rebecca hadn’t been turned on before this did the trick. When she felt his fingers plunge into her suddenly, she gasped, but when she felt him massaging her clit and her g-spot simultaneously she lost her mind!

“Ohhh Fuuck!” she squealed as her hips lept upwards to meet his hands. She grabbed at the bed sheets and threw her legs wider as his hand began sawing at her pussy. She tried vainly to back away from the torment, but he dragged her back towards him and held her firmly. He resumed the agony and Rebecca squirmed and twisted in an effort to avoid the worst of the ordeal, but it was no use. He knew what he was doing and he was going to make her work for her orgasm!

Rebecca groaned and bucked and twisted as he continued to work her pussy. She was going lust crazy as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Finally though he relented and gave her a chance to catch her breath. She laid back panting, grateful for the respite however brief.