by Golden Angel
Office Play
By G. Angel
Text copyright © 2012
All Rights Reserved
To my wonderfully supportive husband
To the great fans at Literotica who received the original version of this story with so many compliments and support for me as a new writer.
Office Play was the first series of short stories that I wrote for Literotica and the feedback that I got is what spurred me to continue writing. It remains one of my favorite works and I’m thrilled to be able to share it again with more material.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 1
It's a small office. Miniscule really, only three people. Diana was hired a couple months ago and she had started noticing that there was something rather odd about her new job. First there was the fact that there was only her boss in the office, and Juan, a rather attractive thirty-year-old Hispanic man who only came by a few times a week to do any necessary manual labor and take care of the computers. There was also his abnormally high paycheck. Yes, he did everything and did it well, but it was still more than she'd ever seen a handy-man type person make. Hell, it was more than most paralegal's make at the top of their game.
Second, she had no idea what her office actually did... just that Michael (her boss) had offered her an exorbitant amount of money to be his secretary, and that he never seemed short of phone calls or clients. His Rolodex contained some of the biggest names in Washington D.C., she'd already had the nerve-wracking experience of speaking to the Secretary of State in the White House. There was also the women who came in and out of her boss's office... a couple times she'd found panty-hose in his wastebasket (and she'd only been there a week). There were never any noises coming from his office while they were in there, his office was always immaculate, and she'd never seen any evidence other than the panty-hose.
Not to mention that all of them women were drop dead gorgeous, and professional, and confident... everything she aspired to one day be (after working her way up from a mere secretary in a 3 person office), yet there was always something about them after they'd left Michael's office. Some kind of glow to their face... a bounce in their step... something in their eyes.
She was also developing a huge crush on her boss Michael. He was incredibly tall, 6'3" to her 5'7" with dark black skin, gorgeous deep hazel eyes (who knew where they could have gotten their greenish cast from), shortly cropped hair and broad tapered shoulders. He was at least 35 and she’d never had a thing for older men, being only 24, but something about him was so charismatic. When he was in the room she couldn’t look anywhere else. Even under his designer business suits she could sense the sheer power in his body. She didn't think anything derogatory of the women who went in and out of his office... they never came in again, and their names never showed up again in his calendar... but she was starting to wonder what it would be like to be one of them. Instead of where she was... sitting at her probably overpriced mahogany desk with her desktop computer and phone, greeting Michael every morning and Juan three times a week... and always wondering....
After about three months of working in the office she took one weekend to go shopping for a new work wardrobe. It didn't occur to her that someone might wonder at the fact that all the skirts she bought were about two or three inches higher than the ones she had been wearing previously. Or that some of the blouses were the next thing to sheer... and the gorgeous thong and bra sets that she bought at Victoria Secret's had nothing to do with her work outfits. They were for her own pleasure only. Expensive undergarments made her feel sexy and confident, and it was just that now she had the money to afford more - a lot more - than she'd ever been able to before.
Diane thrilled at the looks she saw Juan giving her under his eyelashes when he came in that week... she knew that her long slim legs looked fantastic in her new business skirts - tighter and shorter than the ones she'd been wearing the week before. Juan was cute, maybe 30, short wavy hair and deep brown eyes. His smooth Spanish accent wasn't especially exotic, but it was still sexy and intriguing. She considered his regard to be a very high compliment... despite her long legs and curvy figure she'd never been very confident in her body image. Her hazel eyes with their flecks of color, enhanced by the amber highlights in her brown curls, much more striking, so his subtle approval was warmth and support to her ego.
She just wished that Michael had noticed.
He hadn't said a word. Not even twitched or blinked an eye. All week she was disappointed as he'd just come in as usual, gave his deep basso "Good Morning" and go into his office. A couple times he'd called her in to ask her to do some filing, and if she wanted to order lunch from the Chinese food place he was calling, but nothing about her new look.
By Friday disappointment was rapidly dwindling and she was starting to get frustrated. That weekend she went out again, determined to find something amazing to stun Michael with. Juan had given the male nod to every single outfit he'd seen her in... and he wasn't even there every day! With her new income she could definitely afford just one more outfit.
She found it too. Monday morning found Diane modeling nervously in front of her mirror. The dark red of the suit made her slightly tanned skin glow, and her lips looked pouty and defined with the lipstick that was the same color as her suit. She'd gotten it special, it was supposed to stay on all day and not rub off on anything, and it was the kind of dark red that she'd always associated with movie stars and Hollywood. Her matching shoes were 2 ½ inch stilettos, much more dramatic than her normal flats for business wear. She loved the way they subtly changed her posture and stance, even though walking in them still made her a bit nervous. They made her hips swing seductively when she walked - and her hips did look good with the skirt hugging them so sleekly.
Adjusting the jacket nervously over her breasts, she eyed her chest. Her blouse was much more sheer than the ones she'd bought before. A hair less and it'd be completely transparent... although it outlined her new bra very nicely. Demi-cup, so that the tops of her very perky 34D breasts could be clearly seen. Curves had never been a problem for her. Resolutely she squared her shoulders, unbuttoned her blouse one more button so that her cleavage could clearly be seen... and adjusted her jacket back over her chest to help her nerves.
Entering the office she passed Juan - who looked like this Monday he was going to be out running errands for Michael again. He gave her the once over and a low whistle, bringing a rush of heat to her cheeks. Holding her head a little higher, and putting a little more swing into her hips, she was outright sauntering, feeling just as beautiful and sexy as the women who went in and out of Michael’s office. Out of all the reactions she'd gotten from Juan, this was the most blatant. There was no way Michael wouldn't notice her now.
But he didn't.
Or at least he didn't say anything when he came in and did his usual good morning. Despite the fact that she was standing when he came in, posing at the window, pretending to be engrossed in opening the blinds... how could he miss her? One of her legs was bent seductively, and she knew that the sheerness of her blouse would be apparent because her jacket was riding up high while she reached above her head... and how could he miss the way her skirt was hugging her hips and ass while she leaned forward?! But there he went, holding his briefcase, in his sexy perfect suit, with his sexy deep voice, into his perfect and immaculate office.
Dammit. She just wanted one look from his eyes, one acknowledgement that she looked sexy. Crushed she readjusted her skirt down, and jacket, buttoned up the button on her blouse and also did up the button
s up the front of her jacket, wondering why she’d ever thought she looked good. Shaking her head and pretending that her eyes were only watering because the sun had been so strong coming in through the window, she went and sat down at her desk, getting back to work. Maybe she couldn’t be beautiful, but she could be good at her job at least. She shouldn’t have expected that new clothes could make her into a new person.
About 30 minutes before lunch time, Michael called her into his office - probably to find out if she wanted Chinese she though. With none of the swaying that had been featured in her early morning performances she trotted into his office. As she entered the room she was surprised to find Michael standing by the side of his desk on the phone, he was just hanging up as she came in. Ignoring me still, she thought irritably. Then he turned and looked her square in the eyes.
Diane stopped in her tracks, her breath caught in her throat. The look on his face was intensely focused, almost angry, but completely in control and had her completely paralyzed. She felt like prey, caught in the eyes of a predator, afraid to move or for fear that it would leap on her. Michael stepped towards her and she had the immediate urge to move back, but deliberately and stubbornly held her ground. He looked her up and down, the same way Juan had earlier, but his gaze held some kind of contempt in it as well as a kind of questioning. It brought a different kind of heat to her face - a flush of embarrassment rather than pleasure, and also the flush of sensual tension from having him examining her so closely. No longer able to meet his gaze, her eyes lowered and swept down to the floor. She twitched as he moved again, around her and shutting the door heavily... then she heard the lock click.
What?! The word died on her tongue as she spun around to face him and met his gaze again. The focus was back in his eyes, and as he looked at her the vague questioning look on his face resolved into something resembling a man who has been given an answer. She backed away, slowly at first and then more quickly, as he moved towards her until she ran into his desk. The pace of his step never changed. Looking for escape, her eyes left his face and swept the room. As he stopped in front of her, not more than 6 inches away, she closed her eyes, focusing inward. Her chest was heaving, her lungs were on fire... adrenalin was rushing through her body, making her feel as though she was bursting with energy. It felt as though her heart was a panicked butterfly fluttering in her chest.
"Diane."
She couldn't look at him, she just couldn't. Opening her eyes again she stared at the floor. At their feet.
"Yes sir?" Her voice sounded totally normal but she knew she wasn't. She was a bird, trapped by a cat, as soon as she could she would fly frantically to freedom. She closed her eyes again.
"This... this is an interesting outfit." Oh my God. His finger was touching the collar of her jacket. Her head flew up, eyes locking with his.... And the bird was caught. It felt like his eyes were penetrating every whim, every thought, every wisp of fantasy that was in her head from the past months. She couldn't breathe. And she couldn't handle it. Jerking back from his touch, the back of her thighs hit his desk and she had to throw her hands back to keep from coming completely off balance.
He smiled. White teeth gleaming sharply as she stared up at him, her heart in her throat. She could feel her nipples tightening just from the darkly sensual look he was giving her.
"A very interesting outfit." The finger returned to her jacket and stroked the collar and down the right side of the front of the jacket, and back up again and onto her blouse... over the swell of her peeking through the front of her shirt. There were tears in her eyes, sparked from tension and anxiety.
"What are you doing?" her voice wasn't normal anymore, wasn't even close to under control. It was shaking and raspy, she'd forced the words through her too tight throat.
“What do you want me to do?” he countered. The question sent heat shooting through her body as steamy images flashed through her mind.
“I want to know what you do with the women in here.”
He laughed, deep and rich.
“Do you want me to tell you or do you want me to show you?
“Show me.” The whispered plea was out of her lips before she could stop it. His fingers stroked lightly over the top of her breast and then he pulled the right side of her jacket back and ran his fingers over the full swell revealed by her bra’s demi-cup.
Something in his face tightened and he frowned down at her with displeasure. Diane shook inside, wondering what part of her body displeased him.
"This isn't professional business wear, Diane." There was no sign of a smile on his face, but she could almost hear one in his richly sarcastic voice. She gasped at his sudden change in mood, the dark storm of anger in the back of his eyes.
Suddenly, swiftly, he spun her around and forced her to bed over the desk, her arms pulled behind her back still tangled in the jacket. She gasped out her breath as her breasts were flattened against the hard wood of the desk, then his hand came crashing down on her ass and she screamed and tried to kick.
“Secretaries who dress like sluts are just asking to be punished.”
A deep chuckle and then pressure, she gasped again as he pressed against her from behind, bending his body over hers. In between her ass cheeks she could feel his hard dick nestling. As he pulled a ball gag out of his pocket and tucked it into her open frantic mouth, high pitched mewlings were all that escaped her as he fastened it around her head. This wasn’t anything like she expected, but she didn’t want him to stop either. Then he pulled a few lengths of rope from another pocket and laid them next to her head.
Diane had always had fantasies when she was little of being kidnapped and tied up by pirates, taken prisoner. A princess captured by an evil duke… or a gorgeous peasant taken into a sultan's harem. This was a modern day equivalent to the helpless prisoner that she had always played in her dreams. She had never been so turned on in her life.
The first rope was wrapped securely around her wrists, in a figure eight, and then her arms were forced up and her wrists tied to her upper arms. Before she could even think of a quick defense he had her right leg stretched out and was tying it to the right leg of his desk. Part of her thought that she should struggle, that this was not how a well behaved woman acted, that she shouldn’t just let him do this to her… but wasn’t the whole point of her dressing seductively to get his attention? Well she certainly had.
The left leg… and now Diane's legs were spread to their limit. There was a slight strain in her thigh muscles, and her skirt had ridden up to her waist. A chuckle behind her brought another flush of heat up to her face,
"Well, well, well. And even under the clothes we have to dress the part of a slut."
Michael observed, sliding a finger under the back of her lacy white thong and then snapping it. Shuddering she wanted to say something explanatory but she couldn’t because of the gag. Then his hand came crashing down on her ass. Tears leaked from her eyes and she squealed. More chuckling.
"I think this is the best position I've ever seen you in, although that posing you were doing in front of the window this morning was very nice also". Tremors were running through her as his fingers lightly traced over her exposed ass cheeks - why couldn't she have had more common sense and worn pantyhose today instead of stockings? - and then he walked around in front of her and sat in his chair to study her face. Shame and embarrassment washed over her, as he closely studied her face. Pleading filled her eyes, and he tipped his fingers under her chin and pulled her face up.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" he asked. God she wanted to be good for him. She was so hot and wet… and thoroughly embarrassed by his close inspection of her face and the front of her while she was tied to his desk. A flash of white in his dark face, a smile of benign magnificence, and he stood up and unzipped his pants. Wide-eyed, there was no choice but to watch as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. Even flaccid it was obvious that it was going to be bigger than any she'd ever seen before, both longer and thicker, and it wasn�
��t helped by the fact that all of his pubic hair was shaved. Not that she'd seen that many dicks before and all of them had had their pubic hair, three of her ex-boyfriends, but they had all been much smaller when they weren't hard. She wondered what his would look like hard, although she had the distinct feeling that she wouldn't be left wondering for very long.
As she opened her lips to speak he put a single finger in front of her mouth and looked down at her, like a menacing god of sex.
“Do you still want to know what I do with the women in here?” he asked.
Diane nodded, mute appeal in her eyes. She was already in this deep and she needed it… the wet heat between her legs demanded it.
“Then be a very good girl and open wide."
She hesitated and then her mouth opened submissively. As soon as his dick entered her soft, inviting mouth it started to get bigger, within minutes it was much bigger. More chuckles at the sight of her face.
"It's 10 inches dear, and you're going to have to do a lot better than that to get all of it in." ALL of it?? panic. There was no way all of that was going to fit into her mouth, she'd barely gotten her last boyfriend's all the way in when he'd requested and he was only 7" at the most. Struggling got her nowhere, and he started pressing deeper and deeper against her tonsils, cutting off her breath.
"Don't even think of biting down." A cautionary slap was administered to her ass, not as hard as he’d spanked her before, and the quick pain went through her in a rough rush of pleasurable heat. Oh god… she wanted him to do it again.
The length of him in her mouth became easier when she realized that he was giving her enough time to breathe through her nose whenever he pulled back, and she started to relax and get into it more. A slight groan from him as he slipped more and more of his dick down her throat. Diane was flushed with pleasure, and heat, she was doing it. She was pleasing him, and she was helpless and vulnerable and totally out of control. It was better than any of the fantasies she'd ever dreamed up. If only she could rub her legs together, to relieve the aching sensation between her legs. Her pussy juices were leaking all over the white thong and she couldn’t even touch herself.