Chapter 6: Stan's Personal Staff

Stan went out to have breakfast at exactly 8 o'clock. He had woken up at 7 when he was sure he heard the kids walking around. Turning he had found his wife also up and said, "What time is it?"

When she told him it was seven, he had panicked a little, thinking he might be late to his first day at work. Laura had then reminded him that his new office was only 15 minutes away and that he started at 9 o'clock. Laura then proceeded to give him an incredible good morning fuck. Around half-an-hour after waking up, Stan had heard the front door and said, "the kids can't be leaving for school already, can they? I know it's a bit of a drive, but it's only 7:30."

Laura got up and checking said, "Yeah, they are leaving already. I guess they want to be early on their first day."

"An hour early," Stan questioned suspiciously, then said, "anyway, I better take a shower so I can get dressed and have breakfast. Maybe I should take a lesson from the kids, better to be extremely early than 5 minutes late on your first day."

When he entered to eat his breakfast, he was therefore determined to finish quickly and speed off to work. He was impressed though by all the choices he had for a good breakfast.

"Amy, there's so much to choose from I can't decide what to eat; why so much variance?"

"Well there are 10 people in this house, but I had nothing to do with it. Breakfast was ready by the time I got up."

"Really," Stan said deciding to take a bit of everything, "who made it?"

"Apparently it was Hannah," Laura said, "Amy won't tell me exactly what happened, but from what I've been able to figure out, our family pet wasn't acting much like a family pet last night and she woke up a little over-eager to compensate."

"A little slave rebellion last night, ehhh? Ron's plan to pull her away from her submissive ways may be working much faster than even he dreamed."

"Well, as soon as he started forcing her to think for herself, it was bound to happen," Laura said.

"I heard that for the two weeks of our honeymoon she refused to obey anyone but Ron. Something her old submissive self would never do. I thought those days she spent as a loyal dog was simply an attempt to reconnect with her old self."

"I don't think it worked very well," Amy said.

Stan and Laura both looked at her inquisitively, but she refused to clarify any more.

Eventually, Stan left for the office in his small car and by the time he pulled into his reserved parking space in front of the giant corporate office building that housed his firm's offices he was somewhat nervous again.

As head of the Accounting Department, Stan wouldn't have to do much of the receipt gathering and number recording he was used to as a regular accountant, he would have several people under him doing the work in different divisions of his department. His job would be to push them around and keep them on their toes and maybe once a month have a meeting with all of them to compare notes, analyze the numbers and get everything ready for the tri-monthly income and expenses report he would need to present to the board of directors and directly to the head of the corporation.

This sounded pretty simple, but the truth of the matter was that Stan had never been a boss before, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to order anyone around.

As he entered the accounting department, he noted quite a few eyes looking him over, the area seemed overflowing with cubicles, exactly how many people did work here. The eyes staring at him were obviously trying to size him up. He wasn't ready to talk with anyone yet so he hurried toward his own private office, and entering found a small outer office with a lovely young brown haired and big-titted beauty seated at the desk.

"Good morning Maggie," Stan said. Maggie Styles, his personal secretary, was the only member of his staff he had met before. When the senior partners had first brought him to view his new office, the accounting department itself was closed, but they had asked Maggie to be present so that Stan could give her some instructions as to how he would like to find his office on the first day.

"Good morning, Mr. Anderson," Maggie said.

"Please," Stan said, "don't call me that. It makes me feel like I should start doing some incredible gymnastics or jump off giant buildings. Stan will be fine."

Maggie smiled at him and said, "You have a message from Mr. Carson, he wanted you to receive it immediately." She handed him a note.

"Wow," Stan said reading it nervously, "summoned to the big boss' office on the first day of work. It sounds as bad as being summoned to the principal's office on the first day of school." Stan suddenly wondered how the kids were doing. The thought of the kids' first day somehow increased his nervousness and Maggie noticed him give a little shiver and sweat a bit."

"Are you alright Mr.—I mean Stan?"

"Yes, just a sudden feeling of dread about being called in to see the big guys so soon, it's not good news I know it." Stan tried to think of something to take his mind off it and get him calmed down before the meeting which the note said would be in half-an-hour. Looking around, only one thing truly stood out in the office, and that was Maggie's boobs, Stan was suddenly very aware of the fact that Maggie was not wearing a bra, and that her nipples were so hard that they seemed to want to break through the thin material of her blouse.

"What's on you mind Stan," Maggie asked a little mischievously.

Stan noticed her eyes looking down his body and stopping suddenly at the very large bump that had suddenly formed between his legs.

A little nervous, Stan said, "Actually I was thinking how much I wished my wife or housekeeper were here right now. They'd help calm me down instantly."

Maggie jumped up and Stan's cock gave a leap of joy with her as he saw that she was wearing a short-short skirt that would make Daisy Duke blush, and it was pretty obvious she wasn't wearing anything else under it.

"I can help you Sir, it's what I'm here for. You do seem very tense. I'm sure I can bring you relief."

"I'm sure you can also," Stan said, his eyes almost popping from his head when she bent over to pick up a pen she had non-accidentally dropped. Widening her stance she gave Stan a full view of the relief she offered. Suddenly breaking the trance he was in, Stan said, "I'll let you know about that Maggie. I need to check on my wife a minute. If I think you can help I'll call you in." He quickly passed through the door to his office.

Once away from Maggie, his nervous feelings about meeting with the boss returned full blast and he started to wish he had taken Maggie up on her obvious offer. However, Stan would not get involved with anyone without first talking to Laura and getting her permission. His marriage might be completely open, but it was also completely honest.

He called her up and said, "Hi, honey, how are you?"

"Pretty much how I was when you left me around 15 minutes ago. What's wrong?" She asked this last question with a very suspicious 'I know something's up tone'.

"It's nothing, dear, it's just that the big boss, Mr. Carson, left a note that he wants to meet me in half-an-hour."

"Already," Laura said shocked. "Well how do you feel? Are you ready to meet him?"

"Well, I doubt he wants me to make any reports after only half-an-hour here, but I have to admit I'm pretty nervous. My personal secretary, Maggie, has offered to help relieve my nerves, but I really needed to talk to you first."

"You wanted my permission to screw your secretary?"

"Something like that," Stan said giving a nervous laugh.

"Well," Laura said, "just be sure she understands first that if I ever need a little relief, and I turn up at your office, she's obligated to help me out too. I take it she's pretty?"

"Incredibly, and she has the most enormous boobs I've ever seen on such a young person."

"Well," Laura said, "I can't wait to meet her. Go get your relief so you can talk to the boss with a calm head."

"Thanks dear," Stan said, "have I told you yet today how much I love you?" After a few more minutes, Stan hung up the phone.

Stan then pressed a button on the intercom and said, "Maggie, will you come in please."

As she entered he pointed to a chair opposite him and spoke, "I think we need to talk about some office rules. First of all, from now on you're skirt should at least reach your knees and your blouse should be darker than those very dark aureoles of yours, it's up to you if you want to wear anything under that, but I do not want to be constantly on a bone when you walk in the room. Is that understood," Stan spoke firmly letting her understand who was boss.

A little disappointed Maggie nodded and said, "I understand sir, and I apologize for my behavior."

"You don't have to apologize," Stan said, "we hadn't talked about any of this before so you've done nothing wrong. Second, I just talked to my wife about your offer to help me—"

Maggie's eyes widened and she said, "You talked to you're wife?"

"My wife and I have a very open and above all faithful relationship. She says that so long as you remember that if she ever comes in with similar needs of relief, you'd be expected to give her the same treatment you give me, your at liberty to help me whenever I need it."

Maggie looked over at several pictures of women on Stan's desk, all of them were gorgeous and she wouldn't mind helping any of them out. She didn't want to seem to eager though, so she asked, "I take it the blond is your wife and the red-head is your housekeeper."

"How can you tell," Stan asked surprised.

"The set of identical triplets are all blond too. The boys have your black hair though. "Maggie studied the picture of John, Ron and Don and Stan noticed her nipples get even harder.

"Now what are you thinking about Maggie?"

"It's nothing Sir, I'm just eager to start helping you out." Maggie figured it wouldn't be the best thing to say, "just wondering what it would be like to have one of your sons in each of my hungry little holes at once."

"Well, in that case," Stan said, getting up and walking around to where Maggie was sitting, "let's get started." He extended his hand to help her up and then bending her over the desk and releasing his cock stuck it deep in her cunt. He fucked her furiously for the next quarter hour, getting out all pent up fear and tension, until he felt himself arriving at blissful calm. Reaching around Maggie, he found one of her nipples with one hand and her clit with the other, rubbing and squeezing both simultaneously as she began cumming; he released his own load and the two of them just kept cumming and cumming together.