Page 85 of Arousing Family
His hands stopped. 'Well, you can leave. But I will send a report back to the agency of how I caught you offering to suck the cock of one of my colleagues for extra money.'
I struggled to break free from his lap. 'But I wouldn't do anything like that!'
'Of course not,' he murmured. 'You're a good girl, aren't you? So do as you're told and get back to typing. However,' he added, 'I'm not impressed that you've interrupted my dictation, so I'm undoing three of the buttons on your shirt as punishment.'
My hands back on the keyboard, I was helpless to stop him as his callused fingers undid the top buttons of my shirt and one of his hands reached inside.
'Her nipples,' he said, pulling my left breast up and out of my lacy red bra, 'are a delightful shade of pink and,' he added approvingly, 'have already gone hard out of desire for Mr Langdon.' He squeezed the nipple, and his other hand pulled at my right nipple through my shirt. I couldn't prevent myself from gasping from the sensation that shot through me, as I continued to type Mr Langdon's words and see them appear on the screen.
'Because of this horniness,' he continued, 'Tanya will probably need a good hard fuck every morning to keep her obedient. I'll enjoy doing this for the first few weeks but when I'm short of time I'll have to find a colleague I can delegate this to.'
I squirmed around to face him outraged.
'I know,' he said, grasping my raised wrists in his strong hands and smiling devilishly, 'it's only my cock that you want to have inside you. Do your best to please me, and maybe I won't get bored of you so quickly. Now, that is as much as we can report on until I've seen more of your work. I am happy with your typing, and extremely pleased with your breasts but,' and he tutted, 'you need to learn obedience.' Looking into his dark eyes, my breasts still spilling out of my shirt and my skirt riding up so high I was showing the flesh of my thighs, I was livid with myself for having slid into such a situation. How could I get away from this man?
Mr Langdon glanced quickly at the clock. 'I have a meeting at 11am. Let us see if you can obey my instructions for the next thirty minutes in a satisfactory manner. If you can, we'll continue to the next part of your assessment. If you can't, I'll pass you on to Ferris, whose office is three doors down. He has... different... methods of training his secretaries.' Mr Langdon's eyes had turned cold, and I knew instinctively that I did not want to go anywhere near this Mr Ferris. I would have to do as Mr Langdon instructed to placate him, and escape at the end of the day with my life.
'I will try harder sir.'
'What will you try harder to do?' He let go of my wrists and went back to playing with my breasts. As he flicked and stroked my nipples, it was so distracting i found it difficult to talk in sentences.
'I... I will try harder to be obedient sir.'
'Correct. Stand up.'
I got off his lap and stood straight, smoothing my skirt down but leaving my shirt half unbuttoned.
'Bend over that table again, and show me your arse.'
I walked over to the table, the scene of my earlier humiliation. I bent over, and pulled my skirt up and over my body, so that Mr Langdon could see everything.
'Legs further apart.' I widened my legs, and arched my arse up further so he could see more of my pussy.
'Excellent. Tanya, this is Position One. In the future, if I ever say Position One to you, this is what you should do.'
'Yes Sir.' I shivered, guessing what he might do to me in that position in the future.
'Now, come back here and give me one of your nipples to suck on.'
I stood up and turned to face him, pulling at my shirt to reveal more of my red bra without undoing any more buttons. As I stood there in front of Mr Langdon's gaze, part of me screamed silently to myself to run out of the door and try to escape. But there was a tiny part of me that didn't quite want to. I walked right up to Mr Langdon, swinging my hips slightly more than necessary, and bent over with my shoulders back so that my breasts were right in his face.
'Take a breast out of your bra and offer it to me.' He commanded.
I wondered why he didn't just grab them himself, but then I realised that at least one of his hands was already busy stroking his cock. I carelessly pulled my bra straps down onto my shoulders and pulled the bra down so that my breasts and nipples perked out. He leaned his head forward and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking so hard he was almost biting. As he sucked, and ran his tongue around my nipple, he undid his trousers and pants so that his cock sprang forward. Bent over as I was I could only see it out of the corner of my eye, but it was already hard and thick, and jutted out from a mass of black curly hair. As he sucked on me, he ran his left hand up and down his cock, groaning into my breast. I did not know what he would demand next – all I could do was wait for his instructions or I would get into trouble.
Mr Langdon stopped nibbling my breast for a moment. He took the nipple in his right hand like a cigarette, preventing me from changing position whilst he continued to stroke his cock.
'Is your pussy hot and wet?' he demanded. 'I don't have time to waste, so my secretaries should keep their pussies ready for me to take at any time.'
'I...' I wanted to say no, of course not, that I didn't want to be there at all. But I was reluctantly aware that my juices had been collecting for a while, and were threatening to trickle down one thigh.
Just when I was about to confess, to my horror there was a knock at the door, and two other men walked into the office. Mr Langdon pinched my nipple in his right hand, and grabbed the inside of my thigh in his left, so I couldn't move, allowing the men to stare at my arse and my breasts as I bent forward in front of them. My neck flushed hot and red with embarrassment, and I tried to look away. Their eyes travelled over my body as they started to talk to Mr Langdon about statistics.
'Ferris, Galby, why don't you take a seat,' Mr Langdon invited them. Then, as the two men sat down, I suddenly felt something new. Mr Langdon's left hand moved further up my thigh, and slithered around the wet entrance to my pussy.
'Uh!' I blurted out, uncontrollably.
'Tanya,' rebuked Mr Langdon, 'you will only speak when you are spoken to.' As he said this he pushed his finger through my hot wetness, inside my pussy. I reeled with the intensity of the pleasure; but then it stopped as soon as it had started as he withdrew his hand, letting go of me completely.