Male Secretary

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 1993, 2009

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Abstract: A man has to put up with a lot to keep his job

Jeff had not done a bang-up job on the Crenshaw report. In fact, old Mr.
Crenshaw had raked Jeff's boss, Charla, over the coals for the report, and she
was ready to bite nails when she called Jeff into her office. Charla told him
in no uncertain terms to shape up or get the hell out. He nodded in agreement,
but it was obvious he wasn't particularly concerned. The next day she called
him back into her office. "Sign this, Jeff, it's an amendment to your
employment contract," she told him. Jeff looked it over quickly, noting some
wording about "employer satisfaction" and "specific instructions", and scrawled
his signature at the bottom. Charla took the original, tossed him his copy,
then laid down the law. Jeff's jaw dropped further and further down as he
listened. 

"Okay, you putrid little self-centered worm, here's the rules of the road from
now on. First, no more long lunches for you. If you want to leave for lunch,
you'll get my approval first." With this she opened a desk drawer, pulled out a
small pair of panties and a pastel green skirt, and tossed them into Jeff's
lap. "That is, unless you really want the guys at Ken's Hot Dog Heaven to get a
good look at your legs. That's right, Jeff. Put these on, as of now that's the
dress code for your position according to Clause 12C of the contract you
signed." 

Jeff looked frantically through the paper until he found the clause -- to his
horror he realized that the wording gave her the right to specify every single
piece of clothing that he wore at the office. He looked toward her office door,
then back at the skirt, then back at his boss. She gave him a cold smile and he
realized she meant for him to change right in front of her. "Here? Now?" he
squeaked. "Right now," she growled, "and I don't like delays!" Jeff sat down
and took off his shoes, then unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor.
He folded them and put them on the chair, then took another hesitant look at
Charla before picking up the panties. 

Jeff turned his back to his boss as he lifted one leg to put the panties on,
his body burning with embarrassment. That feeling increased when Charla reached
over and fondled his ass. He stopped moving in shock, acutely aware of her hand
on his ass, her nails grazing his asshole. She squeezed his hind cheek once,
hard, then patted him and told him "Nice ass -- move it a little faster,
though." Jeff quickly pulled the panties on, shoving his slowly growing cock
down to fit in the front of the thin material. Now came the skirt, and he
tugged the unfamiliar garment around his waist as he gulped and turned around
to face his boss. He was more nervous than he could ever remember. 

Charla looked long and hard at him, making a pointed face at the lump in the
front of his skirt. "Not great," she commented, "but then again you aren't
strutting your stuff at the Kozy Kitten Klub -- at least not yet." She laid the
law down firmly. "All right, sweet cheeks, if you like getting a paycheck
here's how you'll do it from now on. Every morning you come into my office and
find your outfit for the day. You put that on and leave your other clothes in
here. I've got a private door connecting our offices so you don't have to go
through the outer office -- that is, unless you really *like* the way you look.
Understood so far?" Jeff nodded glumly. 

"Pay attention, prick, there's more," she commanded. "You're free to come and
go as you like, but your 'guy' clothes stay in my office until I tell you to
put them back on. If I need something done in here you jump, and that means you
work for anyone else I have in here. Got that?" Jeff shook his head in
agreement, and Charla's mouth curled in something that could almost have been a
smile. "All right, get out of here, I can smell you a mile away -- tomorrow you
better wash yourself better or you'll have to start buying the panties!" 

Jeff went back to his desk, the skirt constantly brushing the backs of his legs
as a reminder of his position. Once he sat down, he was able to put the
weirdness of his position out of his mind and concentrate on his work. While he
was rewriting the report, adding some of the details that old man Crenshaw had
gotten mad about, one of Charla's secretaries came into his office. He nodded
at her as she put some papers on his desk, and watched her from the corner of
his eye as she bent over to get some materials from a file cabinet on the wall.
She had a nice-looking ass, and Jeff's erection came back as she rummaged in
the files. He looked away quickly when she straightened up and came toward his
desk. 

"Ms. Carmichael says you've got some matters that need extra attention," the
woman told him as she came around the desk to look over his shoulder. Jeff
thought it was nice of his boss to send him some help, but his pleasure turned
to surprise when she knelt by his chair and reached around to rub his cock
under the skirt. Jeff started to stammer an objection, but the secretary told
him "Now, now, we wouldn't want to go against the boss's orders, would we?" He
swallowed hard at that, and she continued, "Why don't you go ahead with what
you were doing while I take care of this for you." Jeff leaned forward and
attempted to focus on his report, but it was terribly difficult as the woman
reached into his panties and started playing with his cock with one hand while
rubbing his balls with the other. He found himself breathing hard, but as he
started rising toward an explosion she squeezed the base of his cock and held
it until the feeling went away. 

Jeff's productivity went from marginal to zero as she continued to toy with
him, bringing him to the verge of cumming three more times before his intercom
rang. It was his boss, and she wanted to see him now. "And bring Marlyn with
you," she added. Jeff tried vainly to get his erection to go down when he stood
up, but his overstimulated cock was so sensitive he was afraid touching it
himself might cause a mess, and he felt sure Charla would not approve. When he
and Marlyn went into Charla's office, she took one look at him and a stern
grimace came over her face. "Just look at you, Jeff. What kind of image is that
for a professional?" She glared at his offending hard-on. "It looks to me like
you need some lessons in how serious I am about work here," she continued.
"Drop your skirt and lean your hands against the wall." Jeff looked vainly at
Marlyn, who just gazed at him coolly. With no help from that quarter, he pulled
his skirt down, stepped out of it, and placed his hands against the wall. 

When her palm hit his ass, Jeff yelped loudly. He couldn't help it. Charla
swatted him again, hard slaps alternating from side to side, the flimsy panties
no protection against the pain. Unfortunately, his erection didn't seem to care
-- the more his ass burned, the harder his cock became, until it was poking
obviously out of the top of the panties. "Well, Jeff," Charla said when she saw
his state, "I guess that wasn't the right lesson for you. Get down on your back
-- and take off those panties before you mess them up!" Jeff hurried to obey,
squirming at the feel of the rough carpet on his abused ass. 

His boss stood over him, revealing to his anxious eyes that she wore no panties
under her skirt. "The first thing we need to do is get rid of that
distraction," she told him, "and while I take care of that, you can take care
of Marlyn here. Jeff quit staring up Charla's legs long enough to realize that
the secretary had hiked up her skirt and pulled off her panties, and before he
could protest she knelt over him and pressed her damp cunt over his mouth and
nose. He jerked his head from side to side until she let up the pressure enough
for him to breathe. "Do me good, prick!" she snarled at him, and started
rubbing herself over his nose. Jeff stuck out his tongue and started licking,
as he felt a hand grab his cock and toy roughly with his balls. He heard his
boss say "Now we'll see if this is worth what we're paying you," and gasped as
she shoved his prick inside her. 

He started to enjoy the feeling -- so tight, so slick, until Marlyn grabbed him
by the ears to remind him of his other duty. He probed her pussy as she quit
sliding around on his face, tasting her tart juices and reaching around with a
free hand to find her prominent clit. She started wiggling as he rubbed it, her
juices running down his cheeks. Charla scraped her nails around his balls as he
felt her hot cunt squeezing around his shaft. She was moving torturously
slowly, but Marlyn's demands on his attention kept him from being able to
thrust his hips the way he needed to. 

He worked his tongue harder than he ever had worked with his few girlfriends,
but Marlyn only shook harder as she squeezed his head between her thighs.
Meanwhile, his boss had taken him to the edge of orgasm three or four times,
stopping suddenly and squeezing the base of his cock, before she finally had
her orgasm. She came in spasms so strong that they actually hurt his cock
inside her, and just at that moment Marlyn finally came, giving his tongue some
relief. He started to thrust his hips up, but found himself pumping against air
as his boss quickly got off his cock, leaving it wet and sticking up in the
air. As Marlyn joined her, she told Jeff sternly to put his clothes back on and
go finish his work. Somehow he managed to tuck his hard, sensitive prick back
into the panties and walk stiff-legged back into his office. He heard the muted
sounds of laughter from the door behind him. 

/END/