I based this off of a role play that my boyfriend and I do together, hope you guys enjoy!!

I moved to Atlanta a month after graduating college, and was living with a friend while I
looked for a new job as a secretary.
During my online search, one particular firm caught my eye. It was a small accounting
company located in the heart of the city, only a few blocks away from my apartment. In addition to
my resume, they insisted that I provide a photo of myself.

I didn’t have any recent professional pictures, but I found an old headshot from a play that I
had been in two years before. This was back when I kept my hair a natural brown, but I figured it
would do. I turned in all of my paperwork online, and heard back within hours – I was invited for an
interview with the head of the firm the next day.

“What should I wear?” I asked my roommate, holding up two blouses.
“The white one is more flattering,” she responded, gesturing to my chest.
“God, you’ve watched too much office porn!” I quipped at her, laughing. She was right
though, I’d won the genetic lottery in that area and showing that off certainly wouldn’t hurt my
chances.

I’d done a quick google search of the boss the night before. His name was Cedric Wallace, and
he was only a few years older than me. He had recently taken over after his father, the company’s
founder, retired. After some digging, I also found his Facebook page. He was a handsome bachelor,
with blond hair, blue eyes, and a great beard.

The white blouse it was. I printed a copy of my resume and headshot, grabbed a coffee, and
started my walk to meet Mr. Wallace.

I stepped through the glass door, feeling my face flush from anxiety. I hadn’t applied for a job
since I started my old one as a waitress, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. I waited in the lobby for a
few minutes until a tall young man in an expensive suit, who I recognized to be Cedric, greeted me.

“Ms. Simmons?” He asked, approaching me.
“Yes! Tessa Simmons,” I replied, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. You must be Mr. Wallace?”
“I am. I saw your headshot, and I have to say you’re even more stunning in person. I can’t help
but notice, though, that your hair was much darker in the picture.”
“Right, I’m so sorry! That’s an old photo, I like to keep it red nowadays. I’d be happy to take a
new picture for my ID if the one I gave you doesn’t work.”
“That won’t be necessary. Besides, I like this color even better,” he responded, guiding me to
his office.

It was on the third floor, and I noticed that he paused when we reached the stairs, allowing
me to walk up first. He trailed a few steps behind, and I could feel his eyes on me. My skirt normally
rested at my midthigh, but had ridden up as I climbed the steps. I remembered that I was wearing a
thong and quickly tugged the fabric down, blushing to myself.

As we entered his office, he locked the door and drew the blinds over the window. He pulled
up an armchair for me opposite to his desk and I sat down, waiting for him to take a seat. Instead he
remained beside me, skimming through my resume before tossing it onto his desk.

“Ms. Simmons, you’re overqualified for this job,” he mused. “Graduating with a bachelor’s in
business at Stanford with a 4.0 isn’t easy. Why start off as a secretary when you could be founding
your own company right now?”
“You’re too kind,” I said, looking away, “but I’m not brave or assertive enough to be an
entrepreneur. I’d rather get a stable job where I can work hard and move my way up in the company.”
“You do seem like a hard worker,” he agreed. “But before I can hire you, I need you to prove
that to me. First, take off your shirt,” he ordered.

I undid the first two buttons almost instinctively at the sound of his voice. I quickly realized
what I was doing and stopped, exclaiming, “Are you serious? You and I both know that I’m a smart
woman, I won’t sleep with you to get this job!”
“You seem brilliant,” he agreed, “and you’ll be a great professional asset, but you’ll need to be
more than that to work here. My job is incredibly stressful and I’m looking to hire someone who can
help me relax. You’re a perfect candidate, but I need to make sure that you can do your job properly.
Now strip for me, like I told you to.”

Transfixed by his deep, powerful voice, I obliged. I quickly undid the rest of my shirt and pulled
it off, revealing my white lace bra. I was incredibly aroused, and it must have shown because he
reached into my bra, taking one of my nipples between two fingers. I let out a gasp.

“You’re enjoying showing yourself off like this, aren’t you?” He asked.
“I am,” I purred.
It’s like I’ve lost control of myself! I thought, He’s hot, but I’m not like this!
Almost as if he could read my mind, he said, “Keep going. You’ll do as I say, and you’ll love it
because that’s the kind of woman you are.”

As he spoke, I undid my bra and slipped off my skirt. He noticed my thong immediately.
“Perfect. You’re dressed for the job already. When you work for me, you’ll need to wear
lingerie like this every day. Can you do that?”

I nodded. Seeming pleased, he leaned over me, trailing his hand up my thigh. My legs had
been crossed, but I opened them for him without hesitation. He smiled, reaching into my underwear.
“Very smooth,” he mused. “I was worried I’d have to give you more instructions to prepare
yourself for work, but it looks like you’re already quite the slut.”

His fingers touched my clitoris, and he began fingering me harder than any man had before. I
was coming within seconds, and let out a loud, ecstatic gasp before I could catch myself.

“You’re expressive, I like that.”
“But what if someone hears me?” I asked nervously.
“I’m the boss here. I can do whatever I want. The rest of the office will just have to know that
you’re my slut now.”

He pulled down my thong and thrust two fingers inside me, fucking me as he played with my
breasts. I gasped and moaned as I came again and again. He alternated between rubbing my clit and
fingerfucking me for several minutes. I quivered as he gave me orgasm after orgasm. This was a
talented man, and as much as I hated to admit it, the perversity of the situation turned me on even
more.

“You’ve come enough for now, slut,” he told me. “Get on your knees.”
I stepped out of the chair and did as he said. He stood before me, his erection clearly showing
through his slacks. I undid his belt and lowered his pants until his penis sprung free. I looked up at
him, shocked.

“You’re huge!” I exclaimed. “What if I can’t fit you in my mouth?”
“I believe in you,” he assured me, taking advantage of my open mouth to shove his penis in.
He pulled back my hair, running his fingers through it as I moved my lips up and down his shaft. He
rested his other hand on the back of my head, encouraging me to go deeper until the tip of his penis
reached the back of my mouth, my throat struggling to accept his girth.

I sped up, fondling his balls with my fingertips while I sucked him off, and moaned as I
experienced another orgasm from the fucking he had given me. This sent him over the edge, and he
held my head down as he pumped his cum down my throat.

He pulled me off once he finished, leaving me gasping for breath.
“You did a very good job, slut,” he said, bending me down to kiss me on the cheek. “Will you
work for me?”
“Yes,” I moaned. My legs were shaking as I struggled to stand up, and he laughed.
“Perfect. I expect you to be here tomorrow at 8 AM to start your fulltime job. I’ll soon get you
fitted with a proper uniform, but until then wear something that you know will please me, my sweet
secretary.”

I bent down to pick up my clothes and he gave me a firm spank before pulling up his pants and
sitting down at his desk, paying me no further attention. I quickly dressed and left his office, feeling
his employees’ eyes on me as I walked out of the building. I didn’t care, because I wanted nothing
more than to see Cedric Wallace again.

Hope you enjoyed! I'll upload more as soon as I write it

 

Wow, nice story I love it, it's a big turn on, continue in this way! I can't wait to see more of your story RayOfSunshine

 

My wife is a slut and she knows thats what i love about her

 

She's really your wife? You are a damn lucky bastard to have her I can't wait to read her other stories, I'm a big fan

 

Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you like it. I'm not like2watch68's wife though, if that's what you thought!

 

Haha, my bad and poor him xP if I could have one wish, I would wish to have you in my side ;p