SECRETARY IS NO MY BOSS by Sissy Cuckold
background: In part one, Secretary made me a cuckold, my secretary Kirsty had teased me to the extent that I came in my trousers and on her stockinged foot in my office. She had made me lick her foot clean before getting in contact with my wife and persuading her to go out on a date with her and two black men, one of whom worked at my office. They had turned my wife into a slut that night and she had come home and began to dominate me herself.
In part two, Secretary made me a slut, Kirsty and my wife Jo had transformed me into a tart. During a session with their two black lovers, Kirsty had fucked me with a strap-on cock whilst Jo, my slutty wife, forced me to suck both black cocks before wanking them off into my face. This is the final part of the trilogy.
The morning after I felt quite sore but awoke quite early. I was expecting to be promoted that day to Departmental Sales Manager and needed to clear my head. I was on my way to the bathroom to shower when I heard Mistress Kirsty's voice. ?Where the fuck are you going?? she demanded to know. I explained but she wiggled her finger at me. ?Oh, no, bitch. When a dirty little tramp like you wakes up after being fucked all night, you offer proper worship to the black cock that fucked you the night before ? that's before you do anything. So get on your hands and knees now slut, crawl over here and suck my big black strap-on cock!? I did as I was told, Kirsty sitting up on the edge of the bed as my wife Jo slept beside her. After 5 minutes, Kirsty stood up and told me we would continue in the shower. She ordered me to crawl to the bathroom behind her. ?Lick the heels of my shoes as you follow me, you little bitch!?
In the bathroom, Kirsty stripped herself of her shoes and underwear but ordered me to keep my own on. Then she moved towards the shower. I followed, entering into the cubicle still dressed in my seamed stockings, suspenders and high heels. Kirsty kept me on my knees for a few minutes before ordering me to stand up and turn around so she could fuck my arse again. Soon she was pounding her big black cock up my asshole, demanding that I tell her how much I liked it.
A few minutes later my wife, Jo came into the bathroom very sleepily. She was about to use the toilet when Kirsty shouted. ?No, Jo. Wait. Why don't you give your husband an altogether different kind of shower?? Jo smiled and Kirsty ordered me out of the cubicle and to lay down in the bath. My wife Jo squatted over me, hovering over my face and let a steady trickle of her hot piss shower my face and chest. ?Open your fucking mouth, slut, and swallow it. Drink my piss!? she demanded. At the same time, I sensed Kirsty getting into position further down and relieving herself over my pathetic little, standing-to-attention, 4 inch cock and my stockings. Both girls wiped their pussies on my face before leaving the bathroom, Kirsty telling me to have a good shower.
When I returned to the bedroom, my wife Jo was curled up having nodded back off whilst Kirsty was dressing for work. Having not been home she had to wear last night's outfit but borrowed some sexy underwear ? black stockings and panties ? from my wife's drawer.
I picked out my best outfit knowing that I was to be called to the Director's office later that day for my more-than-likely promotion. When I had finished, Kirsty remarked, ?Actually, I think the French Maid's outfit suits you better!? I told her about the chat with the big boss and she nodded thoughtfully. ?I forgot about that. You know Jim's been in the running for that, maybe he'll get it?? I replied that I had heard on the grapevine that I was all but home and dry and she added, ?Well, you never know.? I went to kiss my wife Jo goodbye, asking her to wish me luck on the promotion issue. ?I'm in agreement with Kirsty, honey, I hope Jim gets it ? they need a real man in that position not some sissy faggot!?
I was about to leave the room when Jo stopped me. ?Haven't you forgotten something, bitch?? I mentioned that I had already given her a kiss goodbye. ?Not that, stupid. Do you think I give a fuck about getting a kiss from my pathetic wimp husband now that I can suck black cock whenever I like?? She then began to explain what the problem was. ?I told you yesterday, fuckwit, that I want you to wear my used underwear to work. Now, I don't give a shit about that promotion, but you will wear the stockings, suspenders and panties I had on last night. And this time, I want you to wear the black bra I had on too.? I began to argue that I had my best white shirt on and couldn't possibly wear a black bra but Jo stopped me dead, getting out of bed and slapping me round the face. ?You will fucking wear what I tell you to. Now do it, or else you will be going to your promotion interview in that sissy French Maid's outfit and stilettos!? I was obliged to do as a I was told, changing my shirt so the black bra could not be seen and wearing a jacket to try and hide it too.
Kirsty told me to run along and get in the car, she would be along in a minute after she had a quick chat with Jo. I went down to the car and got in waiting for Kirsty. My neighbour, Lorraine, who I had once tried to chat up drunkenly at a party, opened her door to bring in her milk. She saw me and smiled, raised her little finger and wiggled it at me. It was obviously a reference to some of the things she had heard the night before. I went bright red as she took in her milk and laughed to herself. Kirsty came down 5 minutes later. I asked her what the hold-up was but only got a 'mind your own fucking business, wimp!? as an answer.
The drive into work was the usual murder with traffic. Kirsty made it all the more uncomfortable, with her skirt flashing off her stocking tops and talking about the events of the previous night. ?Tell me, what bit really turned you on last night? Was it being dressed up like a tart in front of your wife and co-workers, huh? Did that bring you off? Or was it seeing two big black cocks give your wife what you obviously can't ? a damn good fucking seeing to? Or perhaps it was me drilling your arse with that big black strap-on cock? Was that it, you fucking faggot? Oh, no hang on, I know exactly which bit it was. I bet it was when your adulterous slut of a wife had a big black cock in each of her gloved hands and wanked them off into your painted face? I'm right, that's it isn't it?? I nodded. ?Did it turn you on,? she added humiliatingly, 'seeing her wedding ring on the outside of the gloves as she wanked her boyfriends? off into your face?? Again I nodded, my little prick rigid in my wife's panties, creating a pathetic little tent in my trousers. Kirsty noticed it. ?Looks like you need to relieve some of that tension there, sissy.? With that she took off her shoe and passed it to me. We were stood still in traffic but I still did not expect the following to come from her lips. ?Fuck my shoe. Shoot your pathetic load in there ? show me what a total fucking loser you are. NOW!? she demanded. Still in my car, I undid the zip of the trousers and allowed my cock to slip out of the top of the silk panties. I put the head inside the shoe. Kirsty then took over and gripping the heel of the shoe she wanked it up and down four or five times until she heard me groan. ?You are so pathetic. Make sure it all cums out into my shoe ? every last pathetic drop. Then remove my shoe carefully and make sure you don't spill any of it.? I did as I was told and then Kirsty took the shoe back off me and put it back onto her stockinged foot. ?You'll lick both my foot and the shoe clean when we get to the office, bitch.?
Walking alongside Kirsty, once we were in the work building on the way to my office, I noticed Jim talking to Dave from accounts again. I knew he must be giving him an update on the white wife he had told him he was fucking the previous day. Kirsty and I stopped as normal. Jim mentioned that he was just telling Dave about the hot night he had with some married slut and her faggot husband. ?Don't forget me too? Kirsty said. Dave looked quizzical. ?You were there too?? ?Yeah. Didn't Jim tell you that the husband was being fucked in the ass with a strap-on whilst John and he were banging the wife? Yeah? Well that was me banging the husband.? Kirsty left a pause and then, nodding towards me, added, ?Then I got the little bitch to give me a lift in this morning.? I flushed with embarrassment. ?No way!? Dave exclaimed. ?Your wife, Jo, is the whore Jim's been banging?? I nodded, speechless. ?And I always thought butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.? ?Believe me,? Jim told him, ?She is one hot slut.? ?Well she sure deserves better than that faggot for a husband.? Dave stated. ?You're right there, Dave? Kirsty agreed. ?We've got to rush along to his office now. He practically begged to cum in my shoe on the way here in the car and then he's been begging me ever since to lick up the mess when we get here so, gotta get on!? And with that, she ushered me on, muttering ?C'mon you little bitch? in a low voice, but no so low that Dave could not hear it.
I was almost in tears by the time we got to the office, having had my secret told to another of my colleagues. I asked Kirsty why she had told Dave. ?Because I want everyone to know what a pathetic little cuckold slut you are. And deep down, so do you.? She took residence in the chair at my desk and put her feet up on the desk. ?Take my shoe off, and lick your dried cum from my stockinged foot. And then lick the shoe clean too, bitch.? I did as I was told whilst Kirsty played on my computer. As I lapped at her foot, she wondered aloud. ?Some interesting websites in your history folder here, Mark. I wonder how that would go down with the Director? If he knew you were looking at sissy sites, and cuckold sites during work time, that promotion might not be in the bag after all.? I looked up at her with pleading eyes like a puppy. ?Go fetch me a coffee, bitch and maybe I won't tell.?
As I came back into the office with her drink (all the other managers in the building would have been receiving drinks from their secretaries but Kirsty was in complete charge of me by now), Kirsty was just hanging up the phone. ?Who was that Mistress Kirsty?? ?Oh, the Director wants to see you about the promotion in an hour.? I thanked her and then she left my office to get on with her work and so I could do mine. Mentally, I prepared myself for the meeting with the Director and made some notes in case there were any last minute queries about my suitability for the post.
Eventually, it was time to go to the meeting. Leaving my office, I went to try and find Kirsty so she could wish me luck but she wasn't there. So I set off for my big promotion. The Director's PA seemed to have a smirk on her face when I arrived. I told her why I was there ? ?It's about the Departmental Sales Manager's job.? ?I doubt it? she said, 'that's already gone to Jim earlier this morning.? I was astounded and asked her if she was sure. ?Oh, definitely. He's already started recruiting his team, got some PA called Jo working for him apparently.? I froze and started to wonder where all this was leading. Suddenly, there was a buzz on the intercom. ?You can send him in now, Vicky.?
When I entered the Director's office, I had a surprise. Kirsty was sat in there with a cup of coffee. The Director was at a big oak desk and poking from underneath it were a pair of instantly recognisable stiletto heeled shoes. ?Come in, Mark, take a seat. Pardon me if I don't get up, but um, well you know, don't want to interrupt your slut of a wife.? He nodded downwards. My wife Jo was sucking off my boss underneath the desk. ?There's been a change of plan, Mark. I was all for giving you the promotion but then this cocksucking whore of a wife of yours turned up asking me to give it to Jim. Then Kirsty has some suspicions about your use of work time, gets IT to check it out and seems like you've been spending half your afternoons lately, wanking off at your desk looking at websites about sissies and cuckolds. That's not the sort of Departmental head I want.? I was motionless in my chair. I could hear my wife Jo slurping on his cock and looked at Kirsty sitting there like a Cheshire cat, a great big grin on her face. ?In fact,? he continued in between deep breaths as my slutty wife sucked on his cock ?I've half a mind to fire you completely, but you've been good at your job and Kirsty here has promised me that she will keep you working hard. However, in order to do that, I am going to have to make her your boss. She will then employ you in whatever role she sees fit. Do you understand?? ?Yes sir.? I stammered in reply. ?Good. Now let me concentrate on fucking your wife's mouth and get out of my sight.?
I left shellshocked along with Kirsty. I stood in the outer office. Vicky, the Director's PA, looked at me with a condescending smile. ?So how did it go superstar?? ?He got demoted.? Kirsty laughed. ?I'm taking over his job and I'm going to make him my Office Bitch - that's if he passes the interview process!? The intercom buzzed. ?Is Mark still there?? the Director asked. Vicky replied that I was. ?Leave it on loud speaker, his wife wants him to hear this.?.I then heard Jo's voice. ?Fill my mouth with your cum, Mr. Davies. Shoot your load down my throat. I'll do this every week to thank you for giving my boyfriend the promotion instead of my pathetic sissy husband.? Vicky could hardly stifle her laughs as her boss groaned and unloaded into my wife's mouth ? she was giving blow jobs so that Jim could get my promotion. I felt so humiliated.
Back in my office, Kirsty told me that things were going to change. ?This is a very traditional company. All the secretaries here are female and if you want to work for me, you will have to come into work dressed like a girl. In the same way that I have provided you with some nice eye candy during my time here, I expect you to dress like a tart everyday. Some of your role will involve helping me close sales deals with some of the more 'difficult? customers if you know what I mean and I aim to use you to boost the morale of some of the workers out there.? ?What do you mean, Mistress Kirsty?? ?Well, take Dave for example. Let's say he's having a bad day and needs to relieve some tension, then I'll get you to help him. If that little tart Jackie wants to get off early to go fuck one of her boyfriends, then you'll cover her workload.? I was so stunned I did not even argue. Kirsty knew she had broken me and I was now her plaything, her sissy slut and she was my boss. ?Now, this afternoon, I've got Brian from Global here who's haggling about the price. I want you to go home with Jo now and get yourself completely tarted up and be back here for 2pm when his appointment is. You are going to get him to accept the price by blowing him today and each and every time he comes to the office for a quarterly update on his account. If you let me down, then I will go back to the Director and tell him I made a mistake and you'll be out. If you do that, don't expect a reference. So, are you going to be my office bitch?? ?Yes, Mistress Kirsty.?
Three hours later, I was on my stockinged knees in what had become Kirsty's office. Her hand was on the back of my head, pushing it up and down on Brian's cock. ?Suck it Martina, you little whore. Show Brian why he doesn't mind paying a higher price!? she ordered. It wasn't anywhere near as big as my wife's big black studs but was still far superior to my tiny 4 inch cock, encased in black silk.
Later that afternoon, my wife Jo came by to pick me up for home and asked me whether I had sealed the account with Global. I told her yes. ?Fucking dirty little cocksucking whore. You'd better get used to that, Kirsty has said she's got a lot of difficult accounts to close out soon.?
Just as we were about to go, Dave came into Kirsty's office. She buzzed me on the intercom moments later and asked both myself and Jo to come in. ?Martina, Dave is feeling a little stressed and it's all your fault. You've come in here today dressed in a very short skirt, high heels and lace stockings, painted up like a hussy. He's struggled to get any work done and I think until he gets some relief he won't be able to concentrate. So I've asked him what he needs and I think you can help.? ?Yes Mistress Kirsty, what do I need to do?? ?Come over here like a good little bitch, bend over my desk and pull up your skirt.? I did as I was told ? it was even more humiliating with my wife sat there with a big smile on her face as Kirsty put me through my paces. ?Now, look over your shoulder at Dave and tell him you want his cock in your arse.? ?Please Sir,? I said meekly, 'stick your cock in my slutty ass.? Dave began moving towards me undoing his zipper. ?See, Dave, I told you my secretary was a nasty little slut. You can fuck this little bitch anytime you want. And tell anyone else out there that too.?
As he got close to inserting his cock into me I sensed my wife Jo stood right near too. She was egging him on. ?Fuck that little slut, Dave. Yesterday, he was your boss, now make him your little fucktoy.? As I was being drilled, My wife was whispering in my ear. ?When I go to work as Jim's PA, this is exactly what I'll be getting too ? bent over the desk and taking a cock in my tight little ass.?
It was obvious Dave was not going to last long. Kirsty asked him to do one more thing. ?I want you to make the little slut do ass to mouth. I want to wank your cock off over my secretary's face so he knows who is fucking boss is.? I sucked his cock clean with my wife Jo holding my hair. She held my head in position as Kirsty took his cock in hand and began to wank it off in my face. I was forced to look up at her. ?Who's your fucking boss, bitch?? ?You are Mistress Kirsty? I moaned as my face was covered in sticky hot cum. ?Lick it all up slut.? Kirsty demanded.
The end
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background: In part one, Secretary made me a cuckold, my secretary Kirsty had teased me to the extent that I came in my trousers and on her stockinged foot in my office. She had made me lick her foot clean before getting in contact with my wife and persuading her to go out on a date with her and two black men, one of whom worked at my office. They had turned my wife into a slut that night and she had come home and began to dominate me herself.
In part two, Secretary made me a slut, Kirsty and my wife Jo had transformed me into a tart. During a session with their two black lovers, Kirsty had fucked me with a strap-on cock whilst Jo, my slutty wife, forced me to suck both black cocks before wanking them off into my face. This is the final part of the trilogy.
The morning after I felt quite sore but awoke quite early. I was expecting to be promoted that day to Departmental Sales Manager and needed to clear my head. I was on my way to the bathroom to shower when I heard Mistress Kirsty's voice. ?Where the fuck are you going?? she demanded to know. I explained but she wiggled her finger at me. ?Oh, no, bitch. When a dirty little tramp like you wakes up after being fucked all night, you offer proper worship to the black cock that fucked you the night before ? that's before you do anything. So get on your hands and knees now slut, crawl over here and suck my big black strap-on cock!? I did as I was told, Kirsty sitting up on the edge of the bed as my wife Jo slept beside her. After 5 minutes, Kirsty stood up and told me we would continue in the shower. She ordered me to crawl to the bathroom behind her. ?Lick the heels of my shoes as you follow me, you little bitch!?
In the bathroom, Kirsty stripped herself of her shoes and underwear but ordered me to keep my own on. Then she moved towards the shower. I followed, entering into the cubicle still dressed in my seamed stockings, suspenders and high heels. Kirsty kept me on my knees for a few minutes before ordering me to stand up and turn around so she could fuck my arse again. Soon she was pounding her big black cock up my asshole, demanding that I tell her how much I liked it.
A few minutes later my wife, Jo came into the bathroom very sleepily. She was about to use the toilet when Kirsty shouted. ?No, Jo. Wait. Why don't you give your husband an altogether different kind of shower?? Jo smiled and Kirsty ordered me out of the cubicle and to lay down in the bath. My wife Jo squatted over me, hovering over my face and let a steady trickle of her hot piss shower my face and chest. ?Open your fucking mouth, slut, and swallow it. Drink my piss!? she demanded. At the same time, I sensed Kirsty getting into position further down and relieving herself over my pathetic little, standing-to-attention, 4 inch cock and my stockings. Both girls wiped their pussies on my face before leaving the bathroom, Kirsty telling me to have a good shower.
When I returned to the bedroom, my wife Jo was curled up having nodded back off whilst Kirsty was dressing for work. Having not been home she had to wear last night's outfit but borrowed some sexy underwear ? black stockings and panties ? from my wife's drawer.
I picked out my best outfit knowing that I was to be called to the Director's office later that day for my more-than-likely promotion. When I had finished, Kirsty remarked, ?Actually, I think the French Maid's outfit suits you better!? I told her about the chat with the big boss and she nodded thoughtfully. ?I forgot about that. You know Jim's been in the running for that, maybe he'll get it?? I replied that I had heard on the grapevine that I was all but home and dry and she added, ?Well, you never know.? I went to kiss my wife Jo goodbye, asking her to wish me luck on the promotion issue. ?I'm in agreement with Kirsty, honey, I hope Jim gets it ? they need a real man in that position not some sissy faggot!?
I was about to leave the room when Jo stopped me. ?Haven't you forgotten something, bitch?? I mentioned that I had already given her a kiss goodbye. ?Not that, stupid. Do you think I give a fuck about getting a kiss from my pathetic wimp husband now that I can suck black cock whenever I like?? She then began to explain what the problem was. ?I told you yesterday, fuckwit, that I want you to wear my used underwear to work. Now, I don't give a shit about that promotion, but you will wear the stockings, suspenders and panties I had on last night. And this time, I want you to wear the black bra I had on too.? I began to argue that I had my best white shirt on and couldn't possibly wear a black bra but Jo stopped me dead, getting out of bed and slapping me round the face. ?You will fucking wear what I tell you to. Now do it, or else you will be going to your promotion interview in that sissy French Maid's outfit and stilettos!? I was obliged to do as a I was told, changing my shirt so the black bra could not be seen and wearing a jacket to try and hide it too.
Kirsty told me to run along and get in the car, she would be along in a minute after she had a quick chat with Jo. I went down to the car and got in waiting for Kirsty. My neighbour, Lorraine, who I had once tried to chat up drunkenly at a party, opened her door to bring in her milk. She saw me and smiled, raised her little finger and wiggled it at me. It was obviously a reference to some of the things she had heard the night before. I went bright red as she took in her milk and laughed to herself. Kirsty came down 5 minutes later. I asked her what the hold-up was but only got a 'mind your own fucking business, wimp!? as an answer.
The drive into work was the usual murder with traffic. Kirsty made it all the more uncomfortable, with her skirt flashing off her stocking tops and talking about the events of the previous night. ?Tell me, what bit really turned you on last night? Was it being dressed up like a tart in front of your wife and co-workers, huh? Did that bring you off? Or was it seeing two big black cocks give your wife what you obviously can't ? a damn good fucking seeing to? Or perhaps it was me drilling your arse with that big black strap-on cock? Was that it, you fucking faggot? Oh, no hang on, I know exactly which bit it was. I bet it was when your adulterous slut of a wife had a big black cock in each of her gloved hands and wanked them off into your painted face? I'm right, that's it isn't it?? I nodded. ?Did it turn you on,? she added humiliatingly, 'seeing her wedding ring on the outside of the gloves as she wanked her boyfriends? off into your face?? Again I nodded, my little prick rigid in my wife's panties, creating a pathetic little tent in my trousers. Kirsty noticed it. ?Looks like you need to relieve some of that tension there, sissy.? With that she took off her shoe and passed it to me. We were stood still in traffic but I still did not expect the following to come from her lips. ?Fuck my shoe. Shoot your pathetic load in there ? show me what a total fucking loser you are. NOW!? she demanded. Still in my car, I undid the zip of the trousers and allowed my cock to slip out of the top of the silk panties. I put the head inside the shoe. Kirsty then took over and gripping the heel of the shoe she wanked it up and down four or five times until she heard me groan. ?You are so pathetic. Make sure it all cums out into my shoe ? every last pathetic drop. Then remove my shoe carefully and make sure you don't spill any of it.? I did as I was told and then Kirsty took the shoe back off me and put it back onto her stockinged foot. ?You'll lick both my foot and the shoe clean when we get to the office, bitch.?
Walking alongside Kirsty, once we were in the work building on the way to my office, I noticed Jim talking to Dave from accounts again. I knew he must be giving him an update on the white wife he had told him he was fucking the previous day. Kirsty and I stopped as normal. Jim mentioned that he was just telling Dave about the hot night he had with some married slut and her faggot husband. ?Don't forget me too? Kirsty said. Dave looked quizzical. ?You were there too?? ?Yeah. Didn't Jim tell you that the husband was being fucked in the ass with a strap-on whilst John and he were banging the wife? Yeah? Well that was me banging the husband.? Kirsty left a pause and then, nodding towards me, added, ?Then I got the little bitch to give me a lift in this morning.? I flushed with embarrassment. ?No way!? Dave exclaimed. ?Your wife, Jo, is the whore Jim's been banging?? I nodded, speechless. ?And I always thought butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.? ?Believe me,? Jim told him, ?She is one hot slut.? ?Well she sure deserves better than that faggot for a husband.? Dave stated. ?You're right there, Dave? Kirsty agreed. ?We've got to rush along to his office now. He practically begged to cum in my shoe on the way here in the car and then he's been begging me ever since to lick up the mess when we get here so, gotta get on!? And with that, she ushered me on, muttering ?C'mon you little bitch? in a low voice, but no so low that Dave could not hear it.
I was almost in tears by the time we got to the office, having had my secret told to another of my colleagues. I asked Kirsty why she had told Dave. ?Because I want everyone to know what a pathetic little cuckold slut you are. And deep down, so do you.? She took residence in the chair at my desk and put her feet up on the desk. ?Take my shoe off, and lick your dried cum from my stockinged foot. And then lick the shoe clean too, bitch.? I did as I was told whilst Kirsty played on my computer. As I lapped at her foot, she wondered aloud. ?Some interesting websites in your history folder here, Mark. I wonder how that would go down with the Director? If he knew you were looking at sissy sites, and cuckold sites during work time, that promotion might not be in the bag after all.? I looked up at her with pleading eyes like a puppy. ?Go fetch me a coffee, bitch and maybe I won't tell.?
As I came back into the office with her drink (all the other managers in the building would have been receiving drinks from their secretaries but Kirsty was in complete charge of me by now), Kirsty was just hanging up the phone. ?Who was that Mistress Kirsty?? ?Oh, the Director wants to see you about the promotion in an hour.? I thanked her and then she left my office to get on with her work and so I could do mine. Mentally, I prepared myself for the meeting with the Director and made some notes in case there were any last minute queries about my suitability for the post.
Eventually, it was time to go to the meeting. Leaving my office, I went to try and find Kirsty so she could wish me luck but she wasn't there. So I set off for my big promotion. The Director's PA seemed to have a smirk on her face when I arrived. I told her why I was there ? ?It's about the Departmental Sales Manager's job.? ?I doubt it? she said, 'that's already gone to Jim earlier this morning.? I was astounded and asked her if she was sure. ?Oh, definitely. He's already started recruiting his team, got some PA called Jo working for him apparently.? I froze and started to wonder where all this was leading. Suddenly, there was a buzz on the intercom. ?You can send him in now, Vicky.?
When I entered the Director's office, I had a surprise. Kirsty was sat in there with a cup of coffee. The Director was at a big oak desk and poking from underneath it were a pair of instantly recognisable stiletto heeled shoes. ?Come in, Mark, take a seat. Pardon me if I don't get up, but um, well you know, don't want to interrupt your slut of a wife.? He nodded downwards. My wife Jo was sucking off my boss underneath the desk. ?There's been a change of plan, Mark. I was all for giving you the promotion but then this cocksucking whore of a wife of yours turned up asking me to give it to Jim. Then Kirsty has some suspicions about your use of work time, gets IT to check it out and seems like you've been spending half your afternoons lately, wanking off at your desk looking at websites about sissies and cuckolds. That's not the sort of Departmental head I want.? I was motionless in my chair. I could hear my wife Jo slurping on his cock and looked at Kirsty sitting there like a Cheshire cat, a great big grin on her face. ?In fact,? he continued in between deep breaths as my slutty wife sucked on his cock ?I've half a mind to fire you completely, but you've been good at your job and Kirsty here has promised me that she will keep you working hard. However, in order to do that, I am going to have to make her your boss. She will then employ you in whatever role she sees fit. Do you understand?? ?Yes sir.? I stammered in reply. ?Good. Now let me concentrate on fucking your wife's mouth and get out of my sight.?
I left shellshocked along with Kirsty. I stood in the outer office. Vicky, the Director's PA, looked at me with a condescending smile. ?So how did it go superstar?? ?He got demoted.? Kirsty laughed. ?I'm taking over his job and I'm going to make him my Office Bitch - that's if he passes the interview process!? The intercom buzzed. ?Is Mark still there?? the Director asked. Vicky replied that I was. ?Leave it on loud speaker, his wife wants him to hear this.?.I then heard Jo's voice. ?Fill my mouth with your cum, Mr. Davies. Shoot your load down my throat. I'll do this every week to thank you for giving my boyfriend the promotion instead of my pathetic sissy husband.? Vicky could hardly stifle her laughs as her boss groaned and unloaded into my wife's mouth ? she was giving blow jobs so that Jim could get my promotion. I felt so humiliated.
Back in my office, Kirsty told me that things were going to change. ?This is a very traditional company. All the secretaries here are female and if you want to work for me, you will have to come into work dressed like a girl. In the same way that I have provided you with some nice eye candy during my time here, I expect you to dress like a tart everyday. Some of your role will involve helping me close sales deals with some of the more 'difficult? customers if you know what I mean and I aim to use you to boost the morale of some of the workers out there.? ?What do you mean, Mistress Kirsty?? ?Well, take Dave for example. Let's say he's having a bad day and needs to relieve some tension, then I'll get you to help him. If that little tart Jackie wants to get off early to go fuck one of her boyfriends, then you'll cover her workload.? I was so stunned I did not even argue. Kirsty knew she had broken me and I was now her plaything, her sissy slut and she was my boss. ?Now, this afternoon, I've got Brian from Global here who's haggling about the price. I want you to go home with Jo now and get yourself completely tarted up and be back here for 2pm when his appointment is. You are going to get him to accept the price by blowing him today and each and every time he comes to the office for a quarterly update on his account. If you let me down, then I will go back to the Director and tell him I made a mistake and you'll be out. If you do that, don't expect a reference. So, are you going to be my office bitch?? ?Yes, Mistress Kirsty.?
Three hours later, I was on my stockinged knees in what had become Kirsty's office. Her hand was on the back of my head, pushing it up and down on Brian's cock. ?Suck it Martina, you little whore. Show Brian why he doesn't mind paying a higher price!? she ordered. It wasn't anywhere near as big as my wife's big black studs but was still far superior to my tiny 4 inch cock, encased in black silk.
Later that afternoon, my wife Jo came by to pick me up for home and asked me whether I had sealed the account with Global. I told her yes. ?Fucking dirty little cocksucking whore. You'd better get used to that, Kirsty has said she's got a lot of difficult accounts to close out soon.?
Just as we were about to go, Dave came into Kirsty's office. She buzzed me on the intercom moments later and asked both myself and Jo to come in. ?Martina, Dave is feeling a little stressed and it's all your fault. You've come in here today dressed in a very short skirt, high heels and lace stockings, painted up like a hussy. He's struggled to get any work done and I think until he gets some relief he won't be able to concentrate. So I've asked him what he needs and I think you can help.? ?Yes Mistress Kirsty, what do I need to do?? ?Come over here like a good little bitch, bend over my desk and pull up your skirt.? I did as I was told ? it was even more humiliating with my wife sat there with a big smile on her face as Kirsty put me through my paces. ?Now, look over your shoulder at Dave and tell him you want his cock in your arse.? ?Please Sir,? I said meekly, 'stick your cock in my slutty ass.? Dave began moving towards me undoing his zipper. ?See, Dave, I told you my secretary was a nasty little slut. You can fuck this little bitch anytime you want. And tell anyone else out there that too.?
As he got close to inserting his cock into me I sensed my wife Jo stood right near too. She was egging him on. ?Fuck that little slut, Dave. Yesterday, he was your boss, now make him your little fucktoy.? As I was being drilled, My wife was whispering in my ear. ?When I go to work as Jim's PA, this is exactly what I'll be getting too ? bent over the desk and taking a cock in my tight little ass.?
It was obvious Dave was not going to last long. Kirsty asked him to do one more thing. ?I want you to make the little slut do ass to mouth. I want to wank your cock off over my secretary's face so he knows who is fucking boss is.? I sucked his cock clean with my wife Jo holding my hair. She held my head in position as Kirsty took his cock in hand and began to wank it off in my face. I was forced to look up at her. ?Who's your fucking boss, bitch?? ?You are Mistress Kirsty? I moaned as my face was covered in sticky hot cum. ?Lick it all up slut.? Kirsty demanded.
The end
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