Nicole returned to her desk near the entrance to the main office and tried to regain a professional state of mind. The fantasy that had grown in her 23 year old mind had been relieved by the actions of her boss, but what did he mean by, "This isn't over..." She had declared herself, "His slut," and still longed to find out exactly what his pants hid. She had felt the hardness of his cock against her ass as he brought her to orgasm with his fingers but still desired to be fucked, bent over his desk like some cliché slutty secretary.

The inside of her pants stuck slightly to the inside of her thighs thanks to her slowly drying wetness, she knew her panties were soaked, nearly transparent, and she tried to act normal as the first of her office mates started to come in for work as the day got on towards 8:00.

The day progressed normally with no hint of what had happened evidenced in any of Nicole's interactions with Mr. Smith. Of course, he wouldn't refer to her as slut in the open office setting and he also did not demand she refer to him more formally than "Brian" or "Mr. Smith."

For his part, Brian had a bit more trouble returning to work as usual. The way Nicole had responded to his plan had gotten him quite worked up. He could've taken her right there in his office that morning, bent her over his desk, and fucked her like the slut in the video Nicole had been caught watching, like the slut he now knew Nicole to be, however, he had more planned and left her desiring more. This did not lessen the pressure he felt in his own crotch. He could very easily simply close his office door and relieve himself while he thought of Nicole's actions that morning, but he wanted to save all he could for the next step in his plan. He busied himself with the work of the day with one quick visit to a NSFW website to order some supplies for later in the week, and eventually his desires subsided.

Throughout the work day Nicole and Mr. Smith interacted as they normally would. Brian was professionally friendly with her as with the rest of his staff, befitting the casual environment of the office. Though, in their interactions, Nicole did look for more, some sign of how their relationship was now changed, a sly smile, perhaps a touch, but there was nothing, only an occasional whiff of scent from her sex, belying how her desires still bubbled only slightly suppressed below the surface. These reminders only acted to further her fantasies and rewet her pussy.

Again she reddened with embarrassment as she thought, "can anybody else smell that? Surely not, it is just a slight hint from time to time." Nicole had been interacting with clients and colleagues all day and not one of them acted any differently to her than they had on the previous Friday.

The almost imperceptible change in Nicole did not go unnoticed by Brian, however. He knew what she was and what had happened, and what to look for. The slight longing when she spoke with him, how her gaze rested a beat too long on the crotch of his pants as he stood next to her desk explaining a work task, perhaps a small wetting of her lips with her tongue as the gaze lingered. Brian also knew the smell her pussy made as it soaked through her small cotton panties, and that smell was there throughout the day. Not as strong as in his office that morning but still there. Nicole was indeed, "his slut."

The regular office day was winding down with only a few staff members remaining on hand when it was time for Nicole to leave and catch her bus home. Typically she just left, but today she went to Mr. Smith's office to say good night. There were still people in the office so she didn't hope for a repeat of the morning but perhaps some instruction to be in early tomorrow, or wear a certain outfit to continue her newly discovered role as "a slut." She stepped just inside his office door and stammered, "Good night Mr. Smith...um...see you tomorrow?" There was something about returning to the office that had broken her concentration, and again, that smell from her damp pussy.

Barely glancing up from the work on his desk Brian responded, "Yes Nicole, have a fine evening."

She paused for just a moment hoping, waiting for more, but nothing was forth coming. She turned and walked out of Mr. Smith's office and off to catch her bus home. "He barely noticed me," Nicole thought, "did this morning even happen."

Brian had noticed. This was the first time she had stopped in his office before leaving for the day. Standing and waiting a second too long after, "...see you tomorrow?" Nicole was questioning, looking for direction in her new role. He preferred to let her wonder, and let her imagination get the better of her. He finally smiled slyly as he watched her walk away; enjoying how her dress pants framed her pert ass.

The next few days went normally. Brian continued to monitor Nicole who still gave subtle signs of her desire; as Nicole, herself, continued to wonder what, "This isn't over..." meant or if it had all been a dream.

Late Thursday morning a courier arrived with a package addressed to Mr. Smith. This wasn't unusual and Nicole signed for it as normal. She looked closely at the package as most things sent were addressed to Mr. Smith, as this was his firm, but needed to go to others on the staff depending on who was working on what project. Typically they received rolls of plans or specifications with a project address or something, but this was just a smaller box with no project or sending address. Nicole didn't think too much of it and walked into Mr. Smith's office to deliver it.

"Mr. Smith a package arrived for you." Nicole said walking into Brian's office.

"Ah...thank you Nicole." He said standing and reaching out from behind his desk to take the package from her. Nicole hesitated for just a second as she took in the sight of Mr. Smith's muscular but athletic body, before snapping back to and handing him the package before saying, "You're Welcome."

"You're welcome...what?" Brian demanded, the tone of his voice changing to that of authority as he towered over her short frame. The same tone he had used that previous Monday morning.

"You're welcome, sir." Nicole responded, he pussy clenching and chest heaving slightly as she remembered the events of that day and what she had declared to him.

"Very good, you can go now." Brian said,

It was more command than permission in that tone of voice, and Nicole turned around and left the office, her pussy now beginning to moisten with thoughts of becoming, once again, Mr. Smith's slut. First the courier had taken her off task and now this. Nicole was not going to be able to get back to concentrating on work for some time. It was almost noon anyway so she grabbed her purse and headed out to get lunch. She could at least sit outside in the breeze and nobody would detect the odor that would soon be emanating from her quickly dampening underwear.

When Nicole returned from lunch, she was refreshed and thought she could get back to work on the tasks she had been distracted from. As she got to her desk she saw there was a small piece of paper folded in half, lying on top of her computer keyboard. She opened it and read the note inside.

"Slut, be in early tomorrow. Wear a skirt." The note wasn't signed but she knew it was from Mr. Smith. Her mind raced and her sex flooded with moisture. Mr. Smith was taking control of her again, and Nicole's mind began to invent all manner of scenarios.

Again, after the brief change in tone to dominance before lunch, all Nicole's interactions returned to normal for the afternoon. Mr. Smith and some other staff had, thankfully, left for a meeting out of the office with some clients. This meant the office was mercifully quiet, as Nicole could no longer concentrate on any of the tasks she was working on. Her mind was filled with possibilities of what would happen tomorrow morning in Mr. Smith's office.

Shortly before it was time for Nicole to leave, Mr. Smith and the others returned from their meeting. Brian was sitting in his office wrapping up for the day when Nicole again appeared in his doorway.

"Good night...um...sir...see you tomorrow?" She haltingly said, why couldn't she spit out her words normally, she thought.

Brian pushed back from his desk slightly as he swiveled his chair to face her. He paused a moment to visibly take in her 5'-2" form. Nicole noticed as he looked her up and down and felt her face and chest warming with desire under his gaze. Brian again noticed how her form fitting but professional office attire highlighted her wide hips and narrower waist, spreading once again at her modestly sized breast. He also saw that today, or perhaps just this afternoon, Nicole had opened a second button at the top of her shirt and the blush spreading from her face to this area on her chest, once again making the faint freckles stand out.

Brian responded at last, "Yes, have a good evening and I'll see you tomorrow...slut." The final word hung in the air as Nicole's breath quickened, her chest heaving. She paused, frozen by his look, before quickly looking down to the floor and turning to leave.

"And Nicole," Brian said, once again catching her attention and a half turn back to face him, "I expect more confidence in how you address me tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." Nicole responded, before taking a quick look around the outer office to see if any of the few remaining other employees were within earshot of this final exchange, and quickly walking out the door of the main office.

Brian closed his laptop, and also left for the evening.

Nicole's breathing finally slowed and deepened again as she boarded the bus for her ride home. The wetness from pussy did not slow and she hoped she could make the whole ride home without evidence of her desire being exposed through her pants. Again her mind raced, "what was Mr. Smith going to do to his slut tomorrow morning," she thought. "A skirt? What else should she wear? Should she shave her pussy?" Lost in her thoughts she almost missed her stop, jumping off the bus just as the doors closed behind her.

Once home she was at least safe from public embarrassment. Still there was some shame in how quickly she had taken on this new role from her boss, to be his slut. She had eaten a quick dinner and now sat comfortably on the couch in sweat pants and a t-shirt absentmindedly flipping through the T.V. channels. Again thoughts of being a slut for her boss came to mind and she briefly pushed her hand into the front of her pants and underwear to stimulate her clit and soaking pussy. "No." she thought, pulling her hand back, "A good slut would save it until told." She got up from the couch and went to her bedroom to begin to decide how to prepare for the next morning.

She picked out a simple skirt with a bit of an asymmetric cut that ended just above her knee, sexy but still professional. It was going to be somewhat warm the next day so she paired the skirt with a low cut dressier tank top. It was a top she had purchased to wear for this new internship, again, a professional look, but had thus far thought it too provocative for a workplace she was still getting acclimatized to. She didn't have that worry tomorrow, she thought.

She drew a hot bath with oils that she knew would soften and smooth her skin and washed and conditioned her, just past shoulder length, wavy strawberry blonde hair. She had previously decided that she liked the way her pussy looked with the tufted matching red pubic hair on her white pale skin and did not shave that, though she made sure to trim it nicely and focused on making sure her legs and the area right around her entrance and lips were completely smooth.

After her bath, Nicole read in bed for a bit before drifting off to sleep. She had set her alarm early and woke up with plenty of time to dress and prepare. Selecting a lacier thong this morning to avoid panty lines in her skirt, she thought about a bra but decided against it, the top she had selected was made to work without one and would provide its own support to her perky proportionally sized breasts. Heading out the door, Nicole thought it warm enough that she decided to leave her light cardigan sweater behind. She made the bus stop with plenty of time to catch the early bus into work, and arrive at the same time she had on that previous fateful Monday morning.

Nicole put her headphones in to listen to some music on her ride and avoid any unwanted conversations with other passengers. The latter was somewhat unnecessary as the bus was sparsely occupied this early in the morning, but hopefully the music would distract her from the thoughts that again started to come to mind. "Why the skirt?" she thought. It was the only real direction she had been given. This lead to the inevitable conclusion, "Mr. Smith had seen the video, he knows the cliché fantasy I was having. He's going to bend me over his desk pull up my skirt and have his way with me." Once again the inevitable reaction occurred within Nicole's body, she could feel her underwear wetting, and her face and chest flushing slightly. "Oh no!!" she suddenly thought, as her nipples hardened and began to show through her low cut top, "I should've worn the bra, or at least, not left my sweater behind." She gave a few furtive looks around the bus to the other passengers as she now, also, could start to smell the slight hint of her heat emanating up from the unprotected bottom opening of her skirt. Luckily she was far enough from other passengers and she slouched just a bit to try and avoid any attention.

The bus got to her stop and Nicole walked the short distance to the office, again glad it was early so others walking the sidewalk would not notice her arousal. Arriving once again before 6:45 she set about her usual office tasks; logging on to her computer and starting a pot of coffee in the breakroom. At least these mundane actions took her mind off Mr. Smith's pending arrival.

Brian, once again, pulled into the parking garage and made his way up the elevator to the rear entrance of his firm's office. Noticing that the coffee pot was already brewing in the breakroom he realized the Nicole must already be in; and this was not to be a normal morning.

Brian headed towards his office via the same route he had taken the previous Monday morning. He again approached the young intern's cubicle from behind, though today there was no sound from an improper video and Nicole sat straight in her chair, tentatively working on a mundane task. Brian took in the sight of her wavy reddish hair as it cascaded down between her exposed pale shoulder blades, and the softness in her shoulders and arms exposed out from under the straps of her top, faint freckles appearing against her white skin.

"Good morning, Nicole." Brian said continuing past her desk, "My office, five minutes." He added in an authoritative voice.

"Good morning, Mr. Smi-...I mean...Yes, sir." Nicole called after him, remembering mid-statement their conversation of the previous evening. Brian paused for just a second before she corrected herself then continued on to his office. "Oh shit," Nicole thought, "this is really happening."

In his office, Brian set up his laptop and prepared for the day as he normally would, though waiting for the young intern to obey his command to his office. At the requisite time Nicole rapped on his office door jamb and said, "You wanted to see me, sir."

"Yes, Nicole, come in." Brian responded, "Stand where you did this past Monday morning."

Nicole stepped in and walked to the point she had previously occupied, just a foot or two in front of Mr. Smith's desk.

Brian pushed back from his desk and rotated in his chair to face Nicole. Nicole demurred again dropping her gaze slowly down his chest before looking at the floor near her feet.

"What do you think is going to happen here, Nicole?" Brian asked.

"Well, I...er...I'm not sure...sir." Nicole stuttered out, using her name instead of "slut" and this change from authority momentarily stunning her.

"Do you think I'm going to force you down over my desk, push up your skirt as I undo my pants, pull down your underwear and have my way with you? Like the slutty secretary in that video you were watching?" Brian asked with more authority in his voice, his own arousal growing to think of doing that. Nicole visibly reacted, her breath shortening, and her face and chest growing blusher. She felt the wetness grow in her panties once again.

The change in tone again caught Nicole, and she stammered back into her role, "Um...I don't know, sir, maybe?"

"Is that why you're here this morning, slut. Is that what you are hoping will happen?"

"That word again," she thought. Her mind was again unsure but her body craving exactly what he had described. She had only felt his cock on her thong clad ass through his pants, but, yes, that is what she wanted. She couldn't fully vocalize it though. "I don't know, sir, maybe?" She repeated.

"You don't seem to know much. At least you were more confident in, THAT, this time. Are you a slut, Nicole?" Brian demanded.

"Yes, sir," She responded.

"Yes, sir, what?"

"Yes, sir, I am a slut."

"Good, and who's slut are you?" Brian further pressed.

"I am your slut sir." Again this exchange, similar to the one on Monday morning had Nicole fully aroused. She could start to smell the desire wafting up from under her skirt, and her nipples again stood fully erect and visible through her shirt. She started to ache for his touch again, to be made to cum like he had on Monday, in a way that no other had made her before.

Brian noticed her need, the visible signs as well as the slight scent that had reached his nose. His cock further grew in his pants. It was time to move forward. "Take off your clothes, down to your underwear," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," Nicole responded. Though she knew there were no others in the office this early; she felt exposed with Mr. Smith's inner office door open. Before complying with his order she turned to walk over and shut the door.

As she did Brian growled, "What are you doing!?"

She froze, "I...I...was going to shut the door."

"Did I tell you to do that?"

"No, sir."

"Nicole," he said, his voice softening slightly, "I take no pleasure in having a need to punish you, so you need to follow my instructions, AS I GIVE THEM," the statement ending with authority.

"Yes, sir." She replied.

"Okay. Now, be a good little slut, come back to where you were and strip down to your underwear like I told you."

"Yes, sir," Nicole said, as she stepped back to her position in front of Mr. Smith's desk. Slowly she undid the zipper at the side of her skirt, sliding it down over her hips and ass with a slight shimmy to ensure her panties did not follow. Brian watched with growing desire as she stepped out of the skirt, laid it aside standing upright again. He took in her pale white, soft calves and thighs as his eyes returned to her crotch. Nicole, suddenly aware of his gaze and her exposure paused, her hands hovering in front of panties, again unsure.

"Don't cover yourself slut. I want to see all of you. Besides, I like that color, it brings out your eyes." Brian commented noting the green satin and lace thong Nicole had selected this morning.

"Yes, sir," Nicole complied moving her hands to her side.

Brian fully took in the exposure of her lower body, his erection still growing, and noted the slight wetness beginning to appear on the crotch of Nicole's thong, "Perhaps that color will also add some modesty if those panties get as wet as the pair you wore on Monday."

Nicole blushed, embarrassed to think how her lust was already exposed, but her pussy further dampened and breathing further shortened thinking back to her condition that morning, "Yes, sir."
"Continue," Brian commanded.

Nicole, grabbed the hem of her tank style dress top and began pull it up over her head. A slight tug was needed as the integral support bra hung up on the underside of her breasts. With a final small effort the shirt was gone, over her head and her breasts bounced free. For a moment they jiggled then came to a standstill, Nicole's pink nipples fully erect pointing forward proudly at the peaks of her B-cup mounds.

After laying her shirt aside, Nicole again became aware of her nakedness and pulled her hands up to the middle of her chest. In vain, she tried to cover herself while appearing not to. Brian would have none of that.

"No bra," Brian commented, "I guess we've only...uncovered...the true slut that lay inside of you. But, I see, again, you can't follow directions, slut, and still want to cover yourself. Hands on your head," He demanded. Nicole complied fully exposing the front of her body to his view. Brian took it in, with a hungrier look in his eye, Nicole noted. He would take what he wanted and her desires made her powerless to stop him.

Brian liked what he saw as he made her stand there exposed. Her red hair fell down past her shoulders framing her face and chest, stopping just as her breasts began to reach their full height. Her pale skin reddening, brightening the faint freckles as her chest heaved with short breaths. Her body was well suited to her height, fit, but soft in all the right places. His eyes continued down noting again the wet spot on the green panties which appeared to be growing.

After a pause to enjoy what he was seeing, Brian stood. Still a few feet away, with a desk between them, he towered over Nicole. Now she had a chance to take in his clothed body, wide at the shoulders with a muscular chest that she could make out through his fitted shirt. Her eyes slid down to the area around his fly and noted the growing bulge pushing down and across his thigh. Brian noted her wetting her lips with her tongue as her eyes stopped there.

He moved around his desk and angled toward Nicole. She closed her eyes slightly and waited for his touch, frozen, mostly naked with her hands on her head. She dare not move after his previous reprimand, but the touch didn't come. She opened his eyes as she felt him move past her and shut the office door. Nicole relaxed as she was no longer so exposed, but now he lingered behind her and she could feel his stare on her back. She had been here before, but not so exposed, just before he had driven her wild with ecstasy with his hands on Monday morning. "Would this be a repeat?" she thought.

He took her in from behind, again the soft calves and thighs up to her shapely ass standing firm around the strap of her green thong, the waist bands accentuating her well-proportioned hips. "Spread your legs," Brian finally demanded, breaking the silence.

Nicole complied, moving her feet a bit wider than should width. "Good," Brian said, moving forward close behind her again resting his hands just on her hips.

"What would you like to happen, slut?" Brian breathed into Nicole's ear.

"Whatever you want, sir," she responded.

"So you can be a good little slut," he whispered, "why would you cover yourself when you are so sexy?" Brian inquired, moving his right hand up her bare midsection and taking her breast into his grip. Nicole moaned, leaning back into Brian's chest as he manipulated her breast and nipple. She had no response for his question. Nobody had ever actually called her sexy. She was sure her young boyfriends had thought it, but her knees weakened to hear it from this man who had taken complete control of her. She moaned again as he took her other breast in his left hand and began to massage it.

"I can see and smell how wet you are slut," he said, his right hand moving back down her body over the top of her satin underwear beginning to caress her pussy through the fabric. "And feel," he added.

She was nearly overcome right there with that touch as his left hand continued its work on her breast. Nicole moaned loudly and pushed further back into Brian's chest.

"Are you going to be a good little slut?"

"Yes sir," Nicole gasped as he continued his actions.

"Good, do you want me to make you cum like I did on Monday morning?"

"Oh god, yes sir," she replied as he moved his hand away from her pussy. She again thrust forward to follow the touch. He again moved his hand up and then down inside of her panties. Stopping on her mound and caressing the neatly trimmed hair.

"Oh, you are a good little slut," he said, "I do like the way red hair looks above a wet pussy."

"Thank you sir," sir she said moving her hips in the hopes his hand would continue down onto her clit and into her wetness.

After an interminable delay Nicole felt his hand continue on its path, his finger brushing across her clit and partially entering between her wet lips. Nicole gasped at the first touch then moaned deeply as his finger teasingly entered her.

"What are you?" Brian asked.

"I'm your good little slut," Nicole moaned, trying desperately to get him to enter her further.

"Good," He responded, "perhaps instead, you'd like me to bend you over my desk and take this wet little pussy with my cock." Brian continued, as he circled her soaking entrance with his finger.

"OH GOD YES!" She yelled, pushing her ass back against him, feeling his ever hardening erection on her bare ass next to her thong. She couldn't tell exactly how big he was but she knew his cock was bigger than those of her previous young boyfriends.

"I don't think so," he said, "Not right now. Besides, you owe me. On Monday you came and came and my needs went unsatisfied."

"I'm sorry sir. I can be a good little slut and satisfy you now." Nicole said as Brian pulled his hand back again caressing her mound and whipping the wetness into her red pubic hair. He looked down between them as Nicole pushed her ass back, again grinding his cock in his pants. He looked down at the "T" of the thong and her pale cheeks against his rough jeans, and elicited a small moan as he embraced the feeling in almost fully hard cock.

"Are you sure you can be a good little slut?" he breathed quietly into her ear.

"Yes sir, I can be YOUR good little slut." The extra emphasis almost pushed him over the edge as Nicole ground against him. He stepped back pulling his hand from within her panties and releasing her breast. She gasped as she was suddenly free of his touch and opened her eyes, her hips still rocking against his invisible touch.

"On your knees!" Brian demanded. Nicole instantly responded dropping down her hands falling to her lap. Knees still spread Brian could see her pussy had again thoroughly soaked the thin material of her panties.

Brian moved in front of Nicole, her head level with his thighs as she sat back and rested her ass on her feet and slightly slouched. He looked down past her red hair to her ass again surrounding the narrow strap of her thong.

"Look up at me."

Nicole tilted her head back looking up at him, blinking her green eyes and licking her lips. Now Brian could again see the redness in her face and chest and see the slight sheen of sweat that covered her breasts.

"What does a good little slut do when she is on her knees?" Brian asked.

Pausing for just a moment to understand what he was asking, Nicole responded, "Um...suck cock, sir?" She briefly glanced further down at the bulge in his pants, again licking her lips.

"Was that a question?" He pressed.

"No sir, a good little slut sucks cock when she is on her knees."

"Are you a good little slut?"

"Yes sir." Nicole paused as Brian let her answer hang in the air looking down at her. The scent of her desire was strong in the air and Nicole looked back up to his face for further direction after her response. She then realized his last question demanded action not a verbal response.

She sat up taller on her knees, straightening her back, looking to the bulge angled toward his right leg, as she ran both hands up the front of Brian's thighs. She felt his muscular quads and again licked her lips as her left hand met the bulge of his cock through the material. Nicole looked up at Brian with a slight smile as her small hand rubbed the bulge. His breathing shortened slightly as she gained some control of the situation. As she continued to rub his cock, she reached up with her right hand and quickly undid his belt, and opened his fly.

Now reaching into his pants, she caressed his cock through the cotton fabric of Brian's boxer briefs. He tilted his head back further and moaned as she did. Nicole could now start to fully assess how Brian's cock compared to those she had experienced before. She estimated that it was already over 7" long bigger around then her small hand could grip, and yet Brian was not fully hard. She again imagined how this cock would feel in her tight pussy and let out a moan of her own.

Her hand followed the length of Brian's cock until she felt the slight hint of pre-cum through his boxer shorts. "Looks like I'm not the only one with wet underwear," she said looking up at him and tugging on the back of his pants with her other hand to get them to drop to his ankles.

Brian instantly looked down at Nicole on her knees, at his feet. Glaring, in response to her comment, "Don't test me slut!" he growled.

She again averted her eyes, refocusing on the outline of his cock in his underwear, "I'm sorry, sir," she said putting both hands on each of his thighs. Slowly running her hands up his quads then around to briefly grip his firm ass, she grasped the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down past his knees.

Brian's cock sprung free standing erect in front of Nicole's face. Now fully erect, just over 8" long she gripped it to stop it's bouncing just in front of her face. Hungrily she fully assessed the object of her desire her small right hand not quite able to close around its circumference.

Nicole was not naïve, and had given blowjobs before but in this case she was determined to impress her boss and show him what a good little slut she could be. She gently gripped his balls with her left hand as she lifted the shaft with her right, leaning in and tilting her head she opened her mouth extending her tongue to lick his length. Looking up at Brian's face above she slowly licked up the underside of his shaft starting from the base where it met his balls. When her mouth reached the head of his cock, Nicole shifted and took it inside her lips in one fluid motion.

Brian let out a deep moan as Nicole continued to massage his balls with her left hand, her right hand slowly stroked down to the base of his cock as she licked the head held tightly in her soft lips. She slowly began bobbing her head, taking more of his thick member between her lips, using her tongue to continue his pleasure inside her mouth. Nicole's lips where stretched by his thickness and she could not get his length fully in her mouth, but expertly used her hand to continue to fully stroke his cock to the base, coating its length in her saliva.

"You are a good little slut," Brian moaned as she continued her efforts on his cock. The compliment made Nicole smile, as much as she could with his member still in her mouth. Feeling the weight, thickness, and width of his cock with her hands and her lips she thought about how it would feel inside of her, and her pussy further wetted soaking more of her panties. She felt a need to reach into her own underwear and bring some relief to her throbbing clit, but decided she should focus on Mr. Smith's pleasure now. His hand began to bunch up and grip her hair as he rested it on the back of her head.

"Hands down," Brian demanded. Nicole dropped her hands to her lap as she continued to bob on his cock focusing more on twisting around it with her lips and caressing with her tongue. Brian moaned at this change. Nicole, almost instinctively, eased one hand into the front of her wet panties and began to play with her clit and wet lips, releasing a fresh burst of her scent upwards.

Noticing this movement Brian counselled, "It's okay to play with yourself, but you had better not cum...slut. I decide when you are allowed to cum!" Nicole moaned on his cock and slowly pulled her hand from her underwear, her pussy twitching for relief.

Brian slowly began to take control of the movements of Nicole's head with his hand holding her hair on the back of her head. Slowing her movement and steadily forcing more of his cock into her mouth. With some final pressure her lips extended over 5" down his shaft and he felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat. Nicole gagged slightly and Brian released control. She pulled all the way off, with a slight gasp for breath.

"We're going to have to work on that," Brian said, "but for now we don't want you to be a mess of running eye makeup and spit. What would your coworkers think if they knew what a slut you were?"

"Yes, sir, I'll work on it sir." Nicole gasped out, her breath again shortening and her pussy continuing to throb at the thought of others knowing what a slut she was. She again griped Brian's shaft and cradled his balls sucking him down with renewed vigor.

Brian moaned deeply. "I've been saving this for you." He said, looking to the ceiling beginning to be overcome by Nicole's efforts and her scent mixing in his nose. "I haven't cum since our encounter on Monday. I wanted you to swallow all I could possibly offer, but I think I have another plan now."

Nicole moaned again, with his cock as deep in her mouth as she could comfortably take it, both at the thought of him cumming into her mouth and what other possibilities he had planned. As she did she sensed his balls and abdomen tighten. He gathered her hair in his left hand again taking control of her head, and pulled his cock from her mouth. She continued to massage his balls as he started to stroke the shaft himself.

Almost instantly the first small shot of cum issued out of his cock and landed across Nicole's cheek. She reacted slightly as it landed. Brian pulled her head back, continued to stroke his saliva coated rod, "Oh god!" grunted loudly as he sprayed cum across her chest and onto her freckled breast, in multiple large spurts.

As he started to relax Nicole once again took his cock in her hand and lightly stroked. Brian looked down and saw his cum on her cheek and splattered across the pale skin of her chest and neck. "Suck it dry slut," he demanded releasing her hair from his left hand and leaning back onto the desk behind him.

Nicole's eyes lit up and she licked her lips before eagerly putting the head of his cock back between her lips. She sucked as she gripped the shaft tighter stroking up and milking the final bit of cum from the tip of his cock. Brian moaned deeply and relaxed onto the desk as Nicole tasted his salty bitter cum on her tongue for the first time. She smiled looking up at him as he withdrew, and swallowed it down.

"Did you like that small taste?" Brian asked, as he looked down at her, his cum spread across her neck and chest, "You are a good little slut. Now you look like one too."

"Yes, sir. Thank you sir," Nicole responded further blushing and smiling up at him. Brian's cum was beginning to pool and run down her chest channeling between her breasts and heading down towards her stomach. One drop ran down directly off her erect right nipple and landed on her thigh. The scent of his cum and her unsatisfied pussy filled the air of the office.

"Get dressed," Brian commanded. Nicole's smile drooped and her pussy clenched at the thought of going unsatisfied. She let out a small moan of complaint as she stood but sensed it was better to not voice any stronger opposition. Besides, he had been left unsatisfied during their previous encounter. Brian, however, had more instore for Nicole.

As Brian reached down to pull up his underwear and pants, Nicole took a step over and picked up the box of Kleenex on his desk.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" he roared. Nicole dropped the box and stood again, almost trembling in her skimpy thong.

"I...I...I'm sorry, sir, I...I...was just going to clean..."

Softening slightly but still with authority, "I told you to follow my instructions, as they are given, did I not?" Brian said, taking her cheek gently in his hand.

"Y-yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir" She responded, leaning her head into his hand for reassurance.

"Okay. Now get dressed."

Nicole quickly forgot about the cum slowly running down her chest and on her cheek and quickly pulled on her low cut top and adjusted it into the waist of her skirt as she zipped the waist band closed. She felt the small spot on her thigh stick slightly to her skirt; as well as the cum on her unexposed breast now beginning to dry into her low cut tank style top.

Brian stepped closely in front of her once she was again dressed. He breathed deep taking in her smell intermingled with his cum as he reached up to her cheek and cleaned the glob of cum off with his index finger. He considered it for a moment; then presented his finger to Nicole in front of her lips. Quickly she realized his intention and took his finger into her mouth moaning as she sucked the cum from it, tasting it again on her tongue. The taste and his control of her in this way made her breasts heave with breath and her pussy again run into her already soaked panties.

She felt her top stick to her, due to his cum drying on her breasts. "I can't have a cum covered slut out in my office," Brian commented as he continued to slowly scoop his cum off her neck and chest where it was still exposed and feed it to her on his fingers. She could feel still more channeling down between her breasts onto her stomach, stopping and slowly drying where it met her shirt. The pure depravity of the situation made her moan onto his finger and squirm as she tried to bring some relief to her untouched pussy. "But I do want you to remember what a slut you are today."

Nicole realized what was happening as Mr. Smith's fingers cleaned the cum from her neck and chest, but left a sheen on her exposed pale freckled skin. Still more simply dried between her stomach and breasts and her light top. Her nipples erect with the thought of spending the work day "soiled" in this way, her pussy reacting to each taste of his cum on her tongue.

"It won't be too obvious, but I wonder if others will notice your longing and need, the way I did this past week," Brian said. "I did enjoy your scent, from time to time, will your skirt protect you as much as your pants have," he mused.

Nicole gasped slightly hearing that Mr. Smith had indeed sensed her longing all week. She again noticed the smell rising up from under her skirt, intermingling with his own musk coming from her chest and below.

"So today, you're going to wonder not only whether they can smell your desire, but if they can pick up on the scent of my cum, as well, as it dries under your shirt."

"Oh, god," Nicole thought, the scent of her pussy and Mr. Smith's cum was strong in the air, sure it would fade, but...

"Are you a good little slut?" Brian interrupted her thoughts pulling the last glob of cum off the top of Nicole's breast and feeding it to her.

"Yes, sir." She replied, dutifully swallowing.

"Does it turn you on to swallow my cum?"

"Yes, sir."

"Knowing still more dries on your breasts and stomach?"

"Yes, sir."

"Does the thought of your secret being exposed, turn you on more?"

Nicole thought about this question for a second, as she did the heat rose in her chest and between her legs, "Yes, sir, it does."

"Good." Brian replied, moving around behind her. "Step forward."

Nicole complied, the front of her thighs hitting the edge of Brian's desk. She felt his hand on her back pushing forward gently; she started to bend over at the waist reaching for the opposite side of the desk. "Oh god." She thought, here she was being bent over her boss's desk like some slutty cliché secretary. "No, not 'like' she WAS that slutty secreta-, or intern."
"Keep your legs straight, feet spread." Brian instructed as she laid flat on the desk, her breasts pushing into it, her nipples rubbing into the material of her top. He stepped up behind her his groin on her ass; she pushed back into him slightly trying to get some pressure on her pussy and clit as she moaned deeply at the thought of what was going on.

Brian leaned over to her ear, "This is what you've been wanting, isn't it? To be the slut in that video you were watching."

"Yes, sir" she moaned further pushing her ass, up into his groin.

"Unfortunately, you are TOO good of a slut, TOO good of a cock sucker." He breathed. She moaned at those terms. "I'm going to need some time to recover before I can fuck you properly." He whispered into her ear. Nicole moaned plaintively at the thought of further delay, she desperately wanted his cock in her pussy.

Brian stood up and stepped back slightly, bending down and lifting the hem of Nicole's skirt. He pulled the back of it up and Nicole shifted slightly to allow the front to follow. He tucked it under her on the desk exposing her ass and the strap of her green thong. The thong was soaking and the inside of Nicole's thighs glistened with her pussy's moisture. Brian stepped back and took in the view of his young intern, his slut, bent over his desk, her hamstrings bulging on the rear of her thighs highlighting the shape of her ass, feet slightly apart; allowing his hand access to her pussy and puckered hole through the thing material of her underwear.

He again bent over her, "It looks like the color and material of your underwear is providing some protection today, not as see through as that soaked white cotton, though, just as wet," he said softly into her ear, absentmindedly rubbing her pussy through her underwear.

Nicole remembered herself slump in his office chair, legs spread, exposing her pussy and soft tuft of red hair through her ruined panties, this past Monday morning. She moaned into the desk and push back onto the deft touch of his hand on her pussy. Brian moved her thong slightly aside and entered her with his finger, slightly, pushing aside the wet lips and rubbing the edge of her opening.

"You know, you did not follow directions, exactly as I stated a few times this morning, slut?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry sir" Nicole moaned, Brian pushing deeper into her pussy past the green satin.

"Will you do better in the future?" Brian asked.

"Ohhhhh...yes, sir." She moaned again, as Brian pushed his finger further into her tight wet pussy.

"Good."

She snapped back to reality and gasped as his hand left her crevice reared back and slapped her hard across her right ass cheek, her head shot up looking forward and she gripped the desk, letting out a slight yelp. Her ass shuddered under the impact. Nicole's core reacted first to the pain, then the slowly fading heat of the impact. This was new to her and the sensation was not entirely unwelcome.

"I believe you'll do better from here on, slut, but that is just a taste of what will come if you do not continue to improve." Brian said, gently rubbing, in reassurance, between her exposed shoulder blades.

"Yes, sir," she panted, recovering slightly from the shock of the initial blow.

Brian again leaned over her. Nicole pushed back on against his leg still looking for some relief to her desires emanating from her hungry pussy. His hand lingered low down the inside of her thigh slow dragging up, taking in the moisture that had spread downward, once again he briefly allowed a finger to slip along the wet lips of her opening saying, "I don't think that was fully unenjoyable for you, was it slut?" quietly into her ear as his hand came to rest on the warm cheek of her ass, caressing it.

She moaned as she felt his finger in the hopes it would invade her pussy again, and gasped as it only slowly passed by the outer reaches of her wetness. "No, sir, it wasn't," she breathed heavily in response.

"Stay there," he said, leaving a hand gently on her back as he stood again behind her, "There is one more surprise for you before you need to get to work this morning."

Brian lingered behind her, again enjoying this view of her thong clad ass, skirt pushed up around Nicole's waist allowing him access, his hand just resting on the small of her back. She released a small moan, arching her back pushing her ass and pussy up, unconsciously begging him to once again unleash his cock and satisfy her fantasy.

He paused just a second giving her hope that was what was to come, before moving around to the front other side of his desk, "No, not that, slut. I told you, you're too good of a cock sucker, I need time."

The crudeness of these terms and the knowledge that Mr. Smith understood exactly what her body was begging for went back to that spot deep in her chest. Nicole's breasts heaved underneath of her as she let out a small plaintive moan. Again she thought back, less than a week ago she had been a perfectly professional 23 year old intern, just starting her career, not entirely innocent but still the girl who only had sex with her young boyfriends, only after some societal norm of a sufficient amount of dates. Now, here she was, the front of her body covered in drying cum, that she had sucked out of her boss's cock, the taste of more cum lingering on her tongue. She was bent over his desk, her skirt up exposing her ass, her pussy only covered by the thin material of her thong, her own heat flowing strongly out of her soaking through those panties and coating the inside of her thighs. Nicole again plaintively moaned as she looked up to Mr. Smith, now standing in front of her.

Brian bent down and opened a drawer in his desk. From within he pulled out the package that Nicole, herself, had brought in yesterday. A smallish, non-descript brown cardboard box. Out of that box, he pulled a well-made wooden box, which he opened revealing the velvet lined interior. Reaching into it, Brian pulled out a stiff silicon object. It was conical in shape starting at a slightly rounded point widening then again shrinking before finally ending in a wider disk shaped base. Nicole's eye's widened and she gasped slightly as he placed the item in front of her. He retrieved a second slightly larger version of the same item and third larger still placing them in a line in front of her view as she still lay dutifully over the desk.

"Do you know what these are?" Brian asked pulling one more, differently shaped item out of the box.

Focused entirely on the row of objects in front of her, Nicole replied, "B-butt p-plugs, sir"

"You're right, slut, though you sound nervous, have you never had something in your ass before?"

"No, sir."

"Not even, perhaps a boyfriend's small finger in your ass, as he went down on you and ate your pussy?" Brian further pressed.

"N-no, sir." Nicole responded, though she imagined the feeling of a tongue on her clit and in her folds as something pressed against her tight rear hole. The thought again went deep into her chest, she felt her nipples harden again and pushed her hips down on the edge of her boss's desk.

"You are MY slut, right?"

"Yes, sir," Nicole responded confidently.

"Don't be nervous," He reassured her, "If you are going to be my slut, I am going to use your ass, as well as your pussy and your mouth." Nicole took in a breath quickly at the thought of the cock, which had stretched her mouth wide just moments before, pushing into her tight, un-used ass. "Don't worry," he continued noticing her reaction, "we'll start small," he said picking up the smallest plug.

"Besides, the plug will make sure this stays inside of you," now presenting the fourth object from the box to her. It was another stiff silicon object, again rounded at the tip, but thicker throughout its whole length. About five inches long there was a bend in the middle and it finished in a long base flat base. At one end of the stiff base a ring, there was a small nub opposite this ring that angled up slightly and had a coarse texture on its top.

"It's really a pretty impressive piece of kit." Brian explained as he slid the stiff ring over and onto the butt plug he still held on his opposite hand. The ring nestled firmly into place around the base of the butt plug. "Just an accessory I bought to add to your work attire for the day."

Nicole put it all together in her mind as Brian moved back around behind her upturned ass. The thicker object was some sort of dildo that would embed itself in her pussy as the butt plug, in her ass, held it in place. "Wait," she thought, "did Mr. Smith intend her to have that inside her all day." Her ass clenched slightly at the thought but her pussy once again defied her. The dildo was not as thick or long as Mr. Smith's cock, which she so desired to have inside of her, but that, combined with the nub, which she surmised would rest against her clit...maybe she would be able to get some relief for her wanton pussy. Then surely he would take it out of her and let her get on with the work day unencumbered.

Brian was again behind her assessing the view spread across his desk. Nicole's red hair draped down the backdrop of her pale back, her ass in the air with only a thin thong protecting her entrances. He set the sex toy down on the desk next to her and took the waist band of her thong in his hands. It easily released from her pussy, with her legs spread as they were, and he pushed it down to her ankles. Crouching down to take it up off the floor as Nicole stepped out of it, Brian was able to fully view her pink puckered hole and the wet lips of her pussy, just a slight hint of the thin red pubic hair that framed Nicole's clit. He took in the view and the scent as he slowly rose again.

For a moment he took in the panties held in his hand, before setting them on the desk next to Nicole's head. She turned to look at them and again her scent rose in her nostrils. "I think those might be just as soaked as the pair you wore on Monday." Brian said.

Nicole blushed slightly at the thought, then moaned as he placed his hand back on her, now fully exposed ass; his thumb directly on her anal opening applying just a slight pressure, while his fingers caressed the wet folds of her pussy. Though nervous about the imminent invasion of her virgin ass, the pressure from his thumb, though not attempting to penetrate her, brought pleasure that mingled with the sensations from her pussy.

"It's hard to believe how wet you are." Brian commented, "It just seems to pour out of you, I guess we've uncovered the true slut that you are."

Nicole knew this to be true; her desires had fully taken hold over her conscious mind, completely overcome by her need to be Mr. Smith's slut. She moaned deeply in response and pushed back onto his hand as his finger pushed deep into her pussy. Brian withdrew his digit and held it before her mouth. Nicole took it into her lips and sucked deeply tasting herself for the second time this week, as Brian picked up the device that lay next to her on the desk.

Brian rubbed the butt plug up and down the inside of Nicole's thighs twisting it to coat it in the juices that had seeped down them. He then slid it easily into her soaking pussy. It did not have the width or length that she desired, but Nicole moaned as it pressed through her tight entrance. "I think this is just about all the lubrication we'll need." Brian said, removing the plug and assessing the frothy juices that remained.

She tensed slightly as he placed the tip of the plug at the entrance of her fresh hole, applying only a modicum of pressure.

Enticing her, by lightly rubbing her clit with his opposite hand, Brian asked, "Do you want to be my slut."

Between the nervousness of the impending invasion of her ass and the desire in her pussy, desire won out and Nicole responded, "Oh god, yes, sir."

"Then relax, I'll be gentle." Brian increased the pressure on the plug as the tip slowly began to force its way past her ring.

"Mmm...hgggg...arhhhh...," Nicole grunted, gripping the desk hard and burying her face in her shoulder. The lube from her pussy did its job and the plug was slowly breaking through the pressure of her taut closure.

"You're doing great, my little slut," Brian reassured her continuing the pressure on the plug while also massaging her swollen clit.

The plug pushed further inside of Nicole widening as it did. After the first pressure the pain grew slightly, but now a new sensation of pleasure was also growing and merging with the feeling from her clit. "Arhhhh...hhhgggg...MMMMmmmm..." Nicole grunted but ended with a long low moan. She started to embrace the feeling as the plug pushed through her tight opening and began to fill her ass.

"Almost there." Brian said as Nicole confronted the widest part of the plug. She moaned deeply as the pleasure began to overtake the pain. He could sense the orgasm building as he continued to work her clit and push the plug deep inside her ass. Her hips bucked upward as the widest part of the plug passed the opening and the toy seated itself inside of her, he quickly removed his finger from her clit denying her final release.

"Oooohhhh..." One final deep moan, before Nicole exclaimed, "PLEASE, SIR, I NEED TO CUM," her hips bucking looking for a touch then trying to grind into the desk below.

Brian watched her anal ring slowly close around the narrower neck of the plug and playfully slapped her ass. "No slut, I told you, I decide when you cum. I want you to suffer with desire for a while."

She breathed out in disappointment then moaned again as Brian pulled on the plug in her ass again stretching her opening with the thickest part of the plug. Nicole moaned loudly again and he released the plug, her ass hungrily sucking it back in as it once again seated securely.

Brian pushed his groin against her ass and leaned over her again pushing her hair from her face then holding her arms out straight in front of her. His pelvis pushed on the base of the plug in her ass causing another moan. She had a slight scent of sweat underneath the smell of her own sex and his cum that still dried on her. Brian's cock twitched in his pants slightly having her in the position on his desk, held down, with her ass plugged. That would wait though, he wanted her to suffer with her desire today, descend fully into her role as his slut. She would beg to feel his cock in her pussy and cum around it.

"How does it feel, slut." He breathed into her ear.

"Weird...full..." Nicole responded, moaning again as he pressed his hips manipulating the plug again.

He released her arms and sat up slightly, suckling at the back of her neck just below her ear tenderly. Nicole realized this was the first time Brian had even touched her with his lips, she pushed her head up into the pressure savoring his kiss. The tender touch conflicting with the invasion to her ass, it reassured her and the pleasure and feeling of fullness finally fully overcame any feeling of pain and she pushed back against his groin.

Brian again stood leaving one hand on her ass as he assessed the state of the plug in her ass as well as the apparent level of arousal. Nicole's hips still unconsciously bucked against the desk and her pussy searched rearward for a touch and some relief, but orgasm no longer appeared imminent. He rotated the dildo attached to the plug into position and held it's tip against the wet lips of her entrance. Nicole moaned at the touch, he hesitated for just a second, rubbing the tip up and down her folds, before easily sliding it into her tight hole.

"Aaaaaahmmmmm," Nicole moaned as the dildo stretched her opening momentarily pulling on the plug seated in her ass. Both holes now filled she slowly adjusted to the pressure, noting quickly that the "dogleg" shape of the dildo and the stiffness of the connection to the plug in her ass meant it pushed firmly on the front wall of her pussy, adding pressure directly on her g-spot, the rough tab pushing onto the nub of her clit.

"How does that feel, slut?" Brian asked walking around the desk sitting down in his chair in facing Nicole still bent over his desk.

"G-good," Nicole stuttered out stifling a slight moan, now adjusting to both the invading plug in her ass as well as the newly inserted dildo. Brian picked up the remaining two butt plugs and put them back into their decorative box, slyly smiling at Nicole. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Like I said, a pretty impressive piece of kit."

Nicole did think it felt interesting, "but what was so special about this toy?" she wondered. Brian opened an app on his phone and told Nicole she could relax now. Still attempting to adjust to the toys in her ass and pussy she stood up but remained slightly bent leaning her hands on the desk in front of her. He seemed to be starting to allow her to leave his office. Was this what he had meant by, "...an accessory...to add to her work attire for the day?" Having this toy inside of her all day?

Nicole's skirt remained pulled up around her waist and her soiled panties still lay on the desk between them. Brian gazed down the front of her low cut tank top at her pale breasts, still with a sheen of drying cum on them. He continued down to the thin curly red hair of her mound some glistening with her moisture and he could make out the nub of the vibrator resting on her clit. He moved a slider bar that had appeared in the app on his phone across to the right.

Instantly the vibrator sprung to life in her pussy, stimulating her g-spot and massaging her clit. The strength carried through the attachment and shook the plug in her ass. Nicole fell to her elbows on the desk again moaning with need in her eyes. Again juices began to flow down her legs.

"Oh, sorry," Brian said smiling, sliding the bar to a lower setting on his phone, "I didn't know it would have that much of an affect." The vibrations eased slightly allowing Nicole to regain some composure, though such was her desire she also wanted the vibrations to pick up again and finally give her some relief.

"No, sir, please sir, turn it up again, I need to cum." She begged.

Brian laughed softly and smiled, "Oh no, slut," he chuckled, "the next time you cum it will be on my cock." Nicole moaned at the thought of his cock in her pussy, the vibrator was nice but it didn't fill her the way she knew his cock would. "No, this is quite the piece of kit," he continued, "Do you see that?" He asked her pointing at a toggle on the screen of the app.

Nicole nodded. Brian looked at her sternly and waited. "Yes, sir." She finally responded.

"Good, slut. You see the vibrator in your pussy is not just a simple silicon toy. It can sense all number of bio-mechanical information, pulse, temperature, blood flow, etc. As long as I have that toggle set as it is, the vibrator will bring you close to organism but never let you over the "hump," for lack of a better term. " He again chuckled, "and, I can control it all from my phone."

To emphasize the point he again slowly slid the control to high, watching as the vibrations built. Nicole reached out and grabbed his arm as her lust built. "Oh, god, oh god...I'm so close already...ohhhhhh...I'm cu--." She stopped short panting her hips again bucking her legs squeezing tight trying to add any bit of pressure to make the vibrator inside of her bring her to climax, but its vibrations lessened and she still went wanting. She looked down at the app the slider was still set at max but the feeling faded in her pussy and ass, cycling up and down a bit before settling in on a strength and frequency that kept her just on the edge of cumming. "Oh, please sir, let me cum," she begged gripping his arms tight.

Brian left her right on the knife's edge as he explained, "You see now on maximum it will keep you right on the edge of cumming." Nicole moaned and pled with her eyes, squeezing her legs, "even if you are able to exert a bit more pressure it will simply readjust before you go over the edge."
He finally lowered the power to the minimum, the vibrator relented to a low buzz and Nicole was able to recover and relax some. Though the ache and need in her pussy still there. She stood up again and Brian rose, walking around the desk, he turned her to look at him allowing her some time to relax. The vibrator had other settings but he would let her discover those later.

He stood in front of Nicole now her scent still filling the air as the vibrator continued to tease her slightly, and the back of her mind on the new feeling of the plug in her ass. She looked up at his face and put her hands on his muscular chest.

"Are you my good little slut?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good." He said taking her face in his hand and tilting it up. His other hand reached around to her still bare ass grabbing it tightly and pulling her close. She moaned into his kiss as their lips met and he pressed the base of the plug in her ass. "Then we'll leave those in you until I'm ready to make you cum." He said, breaking their kiss.

"Yes, sir." She said, now fully realizing she would wear this device all day, at the whims of her boss to tease and control her pussy as he saw fit.

He moved back away and sat back in the chair behind his desk. Brian leaned back and took her in again. Nicole knew better to cover herself now as she stood her skirt still pulled up above her waist, chest flush and heaving. "You really are sexy, slut," he said appraising her soft well-formed legs and red tinged mound, pale breast pushing up into cleavage above her low cut top.

"Thank you, sir," she said, the juxtaposition of the complement and the vulgar role she now played toying with her thoughts and inner desires.

He glanced at his watch, just after 7:00 a.m. "Looks like you've got a bit of time to acclimatize, to your role for the day, before your coworkers arrive." He said, "You had better straighten your skirt and get going."

For a split second Nicole leaned forward and reached out for the panties still lying on Mr. Smith's desk. Then, remembering the slap to the ass she had taken for not following instructions, stopped. Instead, she reached down to the skirt bunched around her waist pulling it into place and straightening it down.

"Good job, slut." Brian said.

She turned and walked to the door, opening it and beginning to step through. "Oh Nicole," Brian called after her just as the vibrator strengthened its assault on her g-spot and clit forcing sensations pulsing up the plug in her ass as well.

She steadied herself against the new onslaught with the door frame as she turned to look back at her boss. She saw his hand on his phone, next to her used panties on his desk, adjusting the slider that now controlled her pussy. "Yes, sir." She moaned out.

"We have a few client meetings coming in today. Be sure to get them situated in the conference room then come get me when they arrive."

"Yes, sir."

"Hopefully they won't figure out what you are." Brian taunted as she continued out of his office door heading back to her desk. The vibrations again settled back to a low throb, she knew this wasn't over.