The Naughty Secretary: Part One

by Lake, Sammie

  He pulled up and zipped his pants, walked back to his desk, and sat down. I sat in the chair across from him.

  “I think this is going to work out well,” he said.

  “Great. What did you think?”

  “It was pretty good. I think we’ll have to get more practice in because with some improvement you’ll be amazing. You’re not quite there yet, but I see a lot of potential in that mouth of yours.”

  Although a bit underhanded, I took it as a compliment. He’d probably had his cock sucked by countless women, some of which were likely professionals of the trade, and the fact that he thought that not only would we work out well, but also that I could be amazing.

  I was beginning to get the sense that this job wasn’t all that it presented itself at face value. I guess when someone like Mr. Warner has such high stakes in everything that he has to go through some unorthodox practices to get by. One of these seemed to include having an office mistress. It was an odd sort of honor to know that out of all the women he could have, he had chosen me.

  I was beginning to get wet again. Between sucking his cock, and knowing that I had a bright future ahead of me, I couldn’t help but be excited.

  “I need you to schedule a meeting for me with my wife this evening, say around 7:30.”

  “Schedule a meeting? With your wife?”

  “Yes. Is that beyond your skill set?”

  “That’s not what I mean. It’s just unusual to have a business appointment with your wife. Isn’t it?”

  “I guess for most people it is, but when you have a schedule like mine, everything has to be scheduled and organized to the second. No wasted time; no lost effort. If it weren’t for this little meetings then I would never see her.”

  It made sense in that out-of-this-world sort of way. Mr. Warner had so little free time that even the person that was closest to him (supposedly) needed an Outlook appointment just to see him.

  “That won’t be a problem, Mr. Warner.”

  “Excellent. Now run along. I have things to do.”

  I was gaining this odd sort of attraction to him already. Maybe it was because he was seemingly ambivalent to who I was or what I did, or that he was so regimented, yet he still found time in his day for me to suck his cock. Either way, it was erotic. It was passionate.

  I sat at my computer, and waited. He didn’t give me anything to do other than to schedule that appointment, and my hands weren’t good at being idle. I thought about Mr. Warner again and how he filled my mouth with his cock first and then his cum. I wanted him to fill me again, but I wanted to have him pound my pussy. I snaked my eyes around the office. Everyone seemed busy and no one was paying much attention to me — the brand new secretary.

  I snuck my hand into my panties. I began to massage my clit. I licked my fingers, tasting myself, and to help moisten myself up. I kept my facial expressions silent, thought it was hard. I caressed myself. I slowed my breathing and cleared my mind of all distracting thoughts. I focused on Mr. Warner taking me, and bending my over his chair. I thought of him leaving his wife and coming for me.

  My fingers had begun slowly, but I rubbed my clit faster. I traced around the outer lips of my pussy, and then moved in. I licked my fingers again, having enjoyed my taste the first time. There was something erotic and stimulating about it. My pussy was warm and swollen. I rubbed frantically. I was wanted to cum. I kept my breathing steady, and closed my eyes. I took three deep breathes and as my body tightened up and I began to cum, I heard a noise. I’d already set my orgasm in motion, and couldn’t stop as I saw a woman who I assumed to be Mrs. Woman walk through the door.

  “So this is what he pays you to do,” she said.

  “I don’t really know how to explain it. I was just—“

  “You were just pleasing yourself. Is this how you conduct yourself in the workplace? Not even a week on the job and you’ve already taken to pleasure over real, actually work.”

  I was somewhat indignant at the fact that this woman, a woman who didn’t even have a job, was lecturing me about hard work. She didn’t earn her own money; her husband did. And here I was, on the job, doing part of the job that her husband asked me to do, and she gets in my face about not taking this work seriously. I needed the job, and took it very seriously.

  “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry. You’re right. I should be taking this more seriously.”

  “Is Chris in?”

  “Yes. He’s in his office, but you’re a bit early. He’s with a client.”

  “A client or another one of his whores?”

  “I client, ma’am.”

  “Don’t call me ma’am. Call me Gina.”

  She approached me at my desk.

  “So tell me something,” she said. “Does Chris know what you do out here?”

  “He doesn’t.”

  “And what do you think would happen if he found out?”

  “I imagine he might be a bit upset or disappointed. I don’t know.”

  “I’m going to be blunt here. I’m not here to have a nice bottle of wine with my husband. I’m here because he wants to get laid, and is too good of a man to go around cheating on me with hussies like you.”

  Boy was she in for a surprise if she ever found out.

  “The thing is, I’m not really into him anymore.”

  I couldn’t see how that was possible. The man was a real life Adonis. He was the epitome of masculinity, and the kind of guy that had never had to lift a finger in his life because he was just that good in everything that he did.

  “I’ve been taking a different route recently. I’ve been going to some clubs and experimenting with women. I’m starting to think that I never allowed myself to fully explore my sexuality. It’s sad for me to say that because I love the sensuality that comes with a woman’s touch. Basically, what I’m saying, is that I want you to pleasure me.”

  I’d never been with a woman before. I’d thought about it, sure, and I’d even fantasized about it, but I’d never actually gone through with it. It was always more of a fantasy of mine — something that always seemed out of reach and somewhat beyond me. I kind of liked it that way. I’d built up this image of what another woman would feel like against my lips — both of them — and I was worried I’d built it up to something that could never actually be fulfilled. I didn’t have much of a choice though.

  Chad did say that Mr. Warner didn’t like his girls playing with themselves on the job. He regarded us more as a service station, and we weren’t allowed to pump our own gas. We could only do it for others. The last thing I needed was to upset him, and have him mad at me to the point where he’d fire me from my job. I had no clue what I would do if that happened, and it wasn’t a situation I really wanted to toy around with. I wanted to keep this job, and keep it I would.

  “There’s a supply room over here,” I said.

  I led her over.

  “You know, he never makes me cum,” she said. “I don’t think it’s because he can’t or that he doesn’t know how. I think it’s more that he’s selfish.”

  I licked my lips.

  “I can make you cum,” I said.

  Or I guess I should have said I hope I can make you cum.

  Gina sat down on a box, which I assume was full of paper or notebooks or something, and parted her legs in front of me. She had taken her clothes off as soon as we walked in. I kneeled down and lifted up her shirt slightly. I kissed her stomach and began to work my way down. I caressed her body as I went. She had soft, silky skin, much like mine. I pushed her legs wider apart. Her pussy was shaved and smooth. She smelled delicious. I kissed each side of her thighs. Gins squirmed.

  I moved her clit around with my tongue and then spread her lips with my fingers. I stuck my tongue in her entrance, and inhaled deep. I enjoyed the smell of a woman, I suddenly realized. It was tantalizing. I worked in my fingers and my mouth worked back to her clit. She cried out. I could feel the pleasure pulse through her body. She curled her toes in every
direction. I reached around and grabbed her ass while I moved my tongue around her hot, wet cunt.

  I twirled my tongue within her pussy. Gina began to quiver. I paused for a moment to catch my breath, but Gina grabbed my head and pushed me back in. Much like Mr. Warner, she was controlling and dominant. I liked that. I enjoyed being directed and forced and controlled in what she wanted me to do. It took away some of the fear that I wasn’t pleasing her. I was determined to make her gush all over my face.

  Her hips twisted and rolled, mashing into my face, creating more pleasure. She pushed my head further against her. I could barely breathe. I began to act as if I could suck oxygen right out of her sopping cunt and pulled her lips slightly into my mouth, creating suction and pleasure. She moaned loud. I knew she wouldn’t last much longer. I worked harder and licked her deeper. Her body tensed and she let out one more deep moan and then leaned back, releasing me from her grip, and came all over my face.

  “I’ll be seeing you soon,” Gina said.

  I came in the next day to find an email from Mr. Warner.

  I have a client I want you to meet. He’s involved with the takeover. It’s a bit “hostile” so I need you to calm his nerves a bit. Incentives involved.

  HCX Products, Mr. Warner’s company, was involved with a takeover. It was all over the news. People were saying that it would create a monopoly of sorts, and that the rich didn’t need to get richer. Mr. Warner seemed to think otherwise. Now, if there was one thing I was not, it was naive. I knew exactly what he meant. I’d heard some chatter about how he liked to use the sexier women in the office as a negotiation tactic, to put it lightly. He wasn’t into the whole escort thing. I’d heard through the rumor mill that he wasn’t one for escorts. That he felt that anyone worth their salt should be able to find a suitable partner for the night should be able to do it themselves. However, he wasn’t opposed to using those who worked for him, and that seemed to be me.

  I told him I would do it and he said that I should meet the client at this small Italian place not too far from work, and that I should make myself look good. He told me to take the rest of the day off if I needed to get ready. I did. Not only did I need to change, but I also had to prepare myself mentally for what I was about to do.

  I went through my closet and found this small little thing that I’d worn in college. I could still fit into it. It was a red cocktail dress with a low V cut to accentuate my tits, not that they needed much help but a little insurance never hurt. I paired it off with my high black heels. They always made my legs look phenomenal. Because I didn’t think there would be much of a need for panties, I left them at home.

  I’d always found it liberating to go around in a short dress with no panties. I liked spreading my legs slightly to give a little glimpse to whoever I was after that night. It was like luring my prey to my trap. I ate a small dinner, brushed my teeth, was on my way. I had always been a big eater, but I was experience enough to know that a full stomach wasn’t much good for a night of hot sex. All I wanted was to get a good lay in, eat some food, get my bonus and be on my way. I also wanted to cum. God I hoped he could make me cum.

  He was sitting at the table when I got there. All I knew was that his name was Charles, and he was a bit older. He looked to be in his 60s, but not in the way that you would think he was 60. He was a silver fox. I loved when older men still took care of themselves. They had the experience, the persona, and the body. It was the best of both worlds. He looked like he’d be able to fuck.

  I sat down across from him and stuck out my hand for him to take. He kissed it, and told me it was nice to meet me.

  “How long have you known Mr. Warner?” I said.

  “No need for formalities with him here. It also seems to formal. Sounds like you’re talking about a college professor or something. Just call him Chris. I won’t tell.”

  So he knew Mr. Warner’s, or should I say Chris’, profinity for being referred to by his last name.

  “I always hate to have to call him that, but he insists. There’s no Mister so-and-so with me either, hon. Just call me Charles and we’ll have a good time.”

  I set my clutch on the table and smiled.

  “So what do you do?”

  “Please, Chelsea, let’s not talk business tonight. I’d just like to unwind and have a good time.”

  We sat there in silence for a few moments, and then ordered drinks. He ordered a gin and tonic. I got the house white.

  “You know, I’m a bit of a wine connoisseur,” he said.

  “I’m not too shabby myself,” I said.

  I told Charles about how he used to work at a wine bar in college. There were always a few half-full bottles after the last tasting, and the staff, as one of the perks of the job, got to finish the wine off.

  “Any wild stories?”

  “Of course,” I said. “I can’t tell you how many times I forgot to bring home my bra. It started to become this inside joke.”

  I guess the wine was beginning to affect me because I never talked like that to strangers.

  “You don’t seem like that kind of girl.”

  “I can be.”

  I really wanted that incentive. I didn’t care if it was Chris’ cock, or if it was cash. Either way I considered it a win-win for me.

  “But that was a long time ago.”

  “Ever revive those times?”

  “I mean, I’m not going to say I do often, but when I get in the mood, I can bring it back in full force.”

  “How are you feeling about it tonight?”

  “I think that the old me might make a showing.”

  I smiled at him, and stood up.

  “Count to 30 and then follow me to the bathroom.”

  It was a fancy place, so the bathrooms were just as nice. It was probably cleaner than my bathroom at home. I looked at myself in the mirror to make sure I looked good. I did. The door opened. It was Charles. I backed up against the counter. I couldn’t believe what I was doing.

  I bit my bottom lip. I had to be ready whether I wanted to be or not because this was happening. He looked the door behind him and approached me. I began to caress my body. His hands were rough like a man who really worked hard and didn’t pull any punches. It was like he had once worked construction at a time.

  I grabbed the straps of my red dress and pulled them out beyond my arms and let it fall to the ground. I stepped out of it and stood before him in only my heels. I looked down and could see that he was already becoming engorged.

  “Are you going to take me, baby?”

  “I’m going to show you places you could only imagine.”

  He wrapped his lips around my breast and massaged the other one with his hand. A tingle shot down my spine. My nipples had always been sensitive and his sucking and pulling just threw me into overdrive. I was getting wet already. I wanted to feel myself drip down my thighs, and knew that if he kept this up then I would.

  He moaned, vibrating through my chest. I cried out in pleasure. He switched breasts and repeated the process. He kept things even so neither of my tits would feel jealous of the other for being graced with his sensual lips and tongue. He reached down and began to play with my already swollen lips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and began to kiss him deep and long. I moved my hands down and began to unbutton his pants. I inched them down, and then used my foot to push them all the way down.

  There was a knock at the door, but we both ignored it. We were too in the moment to care. I worked my body down and took his shaft in my mouth. He was so hard. I took a long strokes on it with my mouth and hand and flicked my tongue back and forth over the head of his cock. I increased pressure with my lips and stroked his balls as I went. He groaned and began to pull on my hair. He pulled me up and kissed him. His pre-cum was still in my mouth. He didn’t seem to mind.

  He pent me over and pushed me onto the sink counter. I spread my legs for him and he entered me from behind.

  “Fuck me, baby,” I moaned.


  He threw his hips into me with long, broad strokes. I quivered and moaned. I hadn’t felt such a thick cock in my cunt in such a long time. My toes squeezed and released and over again. I looked up and saw him the mirror. His eyes were closed and he was smiling. My pussy sure was pleasurable. I threw my hips back into him, slamming my ass against him, pushing my pussy in, so he could enter deeper. He hit every part of me. I couldn’t take it. Watching him fuck me, and watching myself get fucked was thrilling. I’d never experienced anything like it. Now I knew why some people put mirrors in the bedrooms. It’s not for getting dressed in the morning; it’s for fucking.

  “You want to cum in my baby?”

  He grunted. I took that as a yes. I could feel myself getting close too.

  “Harder,” I cried. “Fuck me hard until you cum.”

  He went into overdrive. He slammed into me and threw himself back, over and over again. It was unbelievable. I couldn’t get enough. My body became stiff as I began to cum. Right as I reached my climax I could feel his load shoot into my hot, wet pussy. He pulled out, and his cum began to drip down my inner thigh.

  I was still horny, though. I couldn’t figure out why. The sex was good, and he was attractive and all, but all I could think about was Chris. I wanted him inside me. Then I realized the reason I’d become so hot and bothered during this whole encounter was because I was doing it for him. It was like I was fucking for him. I would do anything for him.

  “Do you think you’ll come to an agreement?” I said.

  “I thought I told you I didn’t want to talk business.”

  “For me?”

  I smiled. He kissed me on the cheek and walked out. I got myself cleaned up. When I got back to the table, I saw that he was gone and that the bill was paid. I went home and thought about Chris.