Labours Of Love Pt. 01 - The Day Before

Labours of Love

I was struggling with work. We were approaching some tough deadlines and things weren't going to plan. I'd already had to work some long days and as we got closer to the delivery dates for the critical reports, the strain was telling on everyone in the office, most of all me as I had to complete the final report writing. My secretary was brilliant; she could anticipate what I wanted, whether it was photocopying, taking dictation for certain parts of the work and even doing some of the text drafts, organising the rest of the team and sorting out all of the domestic arrangements so that we got regular drinks and meals.

But she was clearly suffering as well. Her kids had gone down sick and she wasn't looking too great. As much as it was going to increase the pressure on me, at 2pm on Thursday, I had to say to her, "Natalie, you've done enough. You need to look after yourself now before you collapse. Go home and don't come back until you're better." She was so grateful. I nearly called her a taxi as she was dead on her feet.

I called my wife to let her know I'd be working a late shift because we were a woman down. "Is there anything I can do to help?" She could tell the weariness in my own voice. I shrugged off her offer of help, but a few more minutes of conversation convinced me that I could definitely benefit from an extra pair of hands. She turned up 30 minutes later and boy was I glad to see her. She'd recognised that as well as helping me out physically with her office administrative skills, I needed a mental boost as well. She'd taken the role of secretary seriously and dressed for the part. White shirt, black skirt, stockings and heels, hair done up in a bun and those plain glass spectacles that made her look like a real blue-stocking.

Except that the heels were tall enough to induce nose bleeds, the shirt was unbuttoned to show her sexy Honey Birdette bra, the skirt was short enough to show her bum, nearly revealing the matching panties and there was a huge gap of very appealing pale flesh visible between the bottom of the skirt and the top of her hold-up stockings.

"How on earth did you get past security dressed like that? They must have thought it was my birthday and you were a stripper-gram?" She looked gorgeous, but it's fair to say I was a bit shocked.

She pouted at me, "They thought I looked good actually, said I was a class above the normal temporary secretaries and that they'd send a note to Natalie that this should be the new office uniform." Now she had that wicked grin on her face. "Although I did have a few more buttons done up and the skirt was pulled down when I came through the door. I made a few adjustments just for you when I came along the corridor."

"New office uniform eh? Now there's a thought. It should brighten up the office. I wonder what dress-down Friday would look like though."

"Well, I'm not here just as eye-candy," she said, giving me a full twirl and a look at the back of the skirt as well as the front. "What can I do to help? What do you want me to start with?" She smoothed her skirt down so I had less to gawp at but ruined the effect by placing both hands on my desk and leaning forward so that I was gazing straight down her cleavage through the open blouse, her boobs barely held in place by the beautiful Honey Birdette bra.

"If you're serious, then you can read through this and proof check it for me. That should get you up to speed with where I am, then we can see about what still needs to be done." I handed her a small pile of paperwork, which was the sum total of the nearly finished reports so far and pointed her towards the highlighters and biros. She sat down in the chair opposite and crossed her legs, revealing her hold-ups and the shortness of her skirt again. I tried to concentrate on the open report on my computer but couldn't help being distracted by the way she bounced her crossed leg with the red-soled high heel swinging from the end of her foot. She sucked the end of the biro as she read and I was a little disappointed to see how many marks she was making on the text.

A couple of the team had popped in to say that they were going home and would see me in the morning which was a reminder to me of just how long we'd been working silently together. Eventually, she'd finished. and said, "OK what's next - do you want to review these changes while I go and make us a cup of tea?"

"That would be great - and can you pick up these latest drafts from the printer down the corridor?"

She came back with a couple of cups of tea and a stack of prints. "Everyone seems to have gone home now. I think I managed to get the printer to work properly but you might want to look through these; I'm not sure I had the printer settings right." She had a funny look on her face and the way she walked was a little different. She seemed to have something else in her hand as she put the tea mugs down on my desk.

I picked up the small stack and started sorting through it., About halfway through, there was a colour photocopy of my wife's tits, the bra was pulled down and the high-quality printer we'd only recently installed had done a marvellous job of capturing her enlarged nipples and the swell of her breasts. I pulled the sheet out and held it up, comparing the print with what was stood in front of me. All demure and batting her eyelashes at me, she undid a couple of her blouse buttons and pulled the bra down to show me in real life what the copier had seen. "Go on, keep going," she said and I flicked through another couple of the printed pages, full of type. Half-a-dozen pages on was a print of an obviously bare bottom, the cheeks spread and my wife's ass-hole and pussy very faithfully reproduced. I looked up again and she'd turned her back to me and hiked up her skirt. "Take a look at the next print," she said, and I saw the same peachy bottom, but this time with her jewelled butt plug. Now as she bent over at the waist, I saw the real thing. "Oops," she said. I might have lost the panties," and reaching behind her, she opened her fist to drop the cream knickers in a ball on my desk.

"I think it's time for a break, don't you?" She said. "Unless you want me to take some dick-tation?"

"I think I need to review the printing first," I said. "Turn back and bend over the desk please. Rest your elbows on the desk so that I've got a flat surface to lay them out on."

She obliged and her back flattened appropriately, but she had her legs crossed - which made her legs look elegantly shaped but wasn't exactly what I was looking for. I stepped behind her and ran my hand down her back, over her skirt which was now pulled up high over her arse cheeks and used my hands to part her cheeks, testing the fit of the butt plug as I did so. I slipped my hands down the inside of her thighs to encourage her to widen the stance of her feet. As my fingers ran down between her cheeks and through her open pussy lips, I felt the heat and moisture - she was soaking wet. At a guess, she'd been teasing herself before she came back into my office.

I decided I should tease her a little more, so laid the sheets of printing on her back and leafed through them one by one, using one hand to turn the pages and one hand to rub her wet pussy, from her clit to her ass, which obediently winked around the plug as I ran my finger round it. I came across another print of her bum, this time with her thong still on - she'd obviously sat on the machine like that first, then taken her knickers off to copy a more naked print then taken another print when she'd put the plug in.

"Well Miss D," I admonished, "I admire your initiative and your work ethic, but I do have to caution you against abuse of company property. It's strictly against company procedures to use office equipment for personal use. I can let this first infringement go without an official warning if you'll agree to off-the-record discipline."

"Whatever you say sir. And I promise I won't do anything like that again unless I'm instructed to do so."

"Very well. I'm sure 6 strokes would be an adequate corrective." I stepped to one side and gave my wife a sharp slap on her left cheek at which she instinctively flinched.

"Thank you sir," she said, unprompted but very correctly. I followed up with a smack on her right cheek, then two more alternating left and right, getting a crisp "Thank you," after each slap. Her cheeks glowed red and I paused, wondering if that was enough and whether I'd taken the role-play a little too far already. She sensed my pause. "You said 6, sir. I think I've deserved all of my punishment." She moved her legs a little further apart and reached her hands behind her back to spread her cheeks further. I completed my punishment with two more slaps and rubbed the redness to try to soothe any stinging. I wasn't surprised to find she was even more wet now and that her juices were flowing, coating the inside of her thighs.

"It's such a shame when these fantasy interludes end with the couple cumming," she said nonchalantly, all the time wiggling her bum at me. "Don't you? I think it's much more fun if they begin with a nice orgasm - or two - and then see what happens." My cock had already been hard before she spoke but it felt supercharged now. "So I've seen how fast your fingers work when you're typing. Do you think you could put them to a better use? While I get to work on that dick-tation I was so looking forward to."

I gathered what she was meaning and started rubbing by fingers up and down her sopping lips and slightly entering her pussy, just to the first knuckle, while I manoeuvred myself round to the other side of the desk so that I was in front of her, stretching over her back to reach her slit from above. She eased her hands forward to unzip me and remove my belt and push my trousers down to free my cock. The head was already wet before she took it between her lips and began coating it with her saliva. From the position I was in, my fingers slid over her ass on the way up her tunnel so that I was stimulating her bum as well as finding my way round the walls of her pussy. The way she was moaning told me I was doing a good job and the way she was sucking and licking at my knob was certainly getting my juices going.

She pulled back for a second to speak. "I bet this is every boss's fantasy isn't it, cumming inside his secretary as she shows him her tits?"

The way she talked dirty to me was - frankly exhilarating - and I felt the cum rise in my balls. "Cum for me sir; you know I just want to do the best job and get that raise." I couldn't hold back and my cock twitched. I held her head against me and came in several spurts down her throat, pulling back only when she reacted to see my last stream land on her face, coating her glasses. "Mmm - that's better sir - you see, you'll perform much better now the stress is relieved. We'd better carry on though or this report isn't going to get done." She cleaned the end of my cock with her tongue, then matter-of-factly got a tissue off the desk and wiped her glasses clean. She stood up, took the prints of her boobs and bum and stuck them onto the white-board, then shuffled the papers into order for me to review.

"By all means get comfortable," she said. "It's likely to be a long night to get this done so we'll have to schedule some breaks. To emphasise her point, she did that thing that women do, undid her bra and removed it without taking her shirt off. She tucked the discarded garment in her shoulder bag and sat down opposite me. Her skirt was still up around her waist so I could clearly see her open pussy which I'd recently been stroking and her blouse was open halfway down her chest so I could see her bare breasts as they moved fluidly each time she moved. This was going to be a big distraction!

I'd already unbuttoned my shirt when I tucked my cock away so I was free of the usual jacket and tie encumbrances of the office. We worked away in silence for another hour or so. Each time I looked up, she had adjusted her blouse so that I could see a little more. I looked up again and saw that she'd put one leg up over the arm of the soft chair she was sat in and her hand had strayed to her bare pussy. She was gently teasing her lips apart, giving them subtle strokes to spread them and rub up and down. I sensed that this was the right time for a break so got up from behind my desk, took my shirt off completely and knelt down in front of her, placing my hands on her thighs to keep them in position. I bent my head down and began licking where her hand had been and was rewarded with sweet tasting juices flowing from her pussy. I licked her clean and started to concentrate on her clit before letting my fingers do the walking. She slid down in the chair a little to increase the access and began to moan as my licking and fingering was obviously hitting the right spots.

She moaned, she whimpered, I used my free hand to reach inside her blouse and feel her taut nipple as she did the same with her other breast. She cried out a bit, then louder, then gritted her teeth and groaned, cumming hard and squirting a little - or maybe just releasing a little extra taste of her pussy.

After I'd made her cum with my tongue, she made me take my trousers and pants off and go and sit down in my office chair. I obeyed, then she let her hair down and sat in my lap, easing my stiff erection into her. "Now you have to take my shirt off and fuck me properly," she said. "I need your cock and I need to cum again." Was I the boss or wasn't I? Still, I did as I was instructed.

She sank onto me, then rose up, straightening her legs until just the tip of my cock was still inside her. Her hips rotated and stirred me before sinking back down

Her shirt was fully open but still hung on her shoulders. Her tits swung freely beneath as she rose and fell. She cupped them, offering them to me. "Bite me," she said. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, licking it around. "No, bite me I said," she repeated. So I took the other one offered and nipped it between my teeth. She shivered in bliss.

I suddenly had an idea. I reached for the paper clips on the desk and bent one open a little, then slipped it over her erect nipple, pinching it tight between my fingers, then repeated with the other nipple. Not the neatest nipple clamps, but they would do - and they certainly drove her wild. She practically bounced on me as I tried to thrust into her. I held her arms behind her back as she shook her boobs at me and laughed as she breathed more heavily, getting closer to orgasm. She leant back, bracing herself on the desk, exposing her clit to me

Her hips tilted backwards and forwards, like I'd seen her doing in her Pilates exercises. But here, she was trying to rub her clit on me as much as she was trying to fill her pussy and work her magic on me. I took the hint. I licked my fingers and rubbed her clit in a circular motion. She gasped and shuddered, cumming once more.

She collapsed forward onto me and recovered her breath gradually, her breasts pushing into me. "Now you," she said. She slowly rose up from me and my still-hard cock slipped out, slick with her juices. She turned and bent at the waist, her full upper body flat on my desk, her bum raised in the air and her legs spread so I could see her red pussy, still open from me. "Now fuck me," she said. Fuck me as though you really mean it. My nipples are hard and tight and the clips are digging in so I want your hard cock to do the same to my pussy." I rose to the challenge, literally. I spread her cheeks wide and drove straight in, deep and lustful.

I didn't expect to last long. Despite her 2 recent orgasms, she still had enough control to grip me tightly as I pressed her bum down with my hands and pounded into her. My shaft stretched her, and I was tempted to play with her ass-hole which winked at me as I pulled out and thrust back in, but I resisted the temptation. Within a couple of minutes, I felt my balls tighten and I pumped a hot load of my sperm into her.

As I slackened my grip and slipped out of her, she rose from the desk and went back to the chair where she'd been sat reviewing the reports. "I'm not cleaning up from you. I want this to be a proper walk of shame when we leave," she said. But I do have to take these off, then I think we should finish what we have to do." She began removing the bent paper clips from her nipples, which still stood out strong and swollen - but very red! "Did you say you have to give a presentation tomorrow? We ought to put a document pack together." She was all business-like now as she buttoned her shirt again and began to organise me. I wished all working meetings were like this!

We left the building just before 11pm with all the documents ready for the meeting next day. My wife's concession to getting dressed was to put her lingerie in her bag and smooth down her skirt so that it just covered her bum. She left the shirt unbuttoned so her boobs still bounced freely and carried her heels as we walked to the car to drive home and get some rest. I saw the trail of cum down her inner thighs as she got into the passenger seat - a proper "walk of shame" indeed!