My secretary Serena was wearing an above-the-knee skirt, a scoop-necked blouse, high heels and red lacy panties. She made sure I knew that last bit by how she sat in the chair across from my desk. I know women learn how to sit demurely, but Serena knew how to sit brazenly and when to do it.
It was one of the things I love about her, just like the wedding band on her finger and her willingness to be bent over a desk and fucked hard. She knows that I can and would use her whenever I wanted, but the red panties were a specific invitation. When she dressed like that, she was asking to be taken. I was looking for space in my afternoon calendar to do just that when the email came in.
“Hmm,” I said.
“Hmm?” Serena asked. “Something interesting distract you from our morning meeting?”
“Potentially,” I said. ” Remember Madeline? From the other night?”
“The revenge sex woman? The one whose husband you also slept with? The one I bought a dress for?”
“Yes. Her.” I said.
“I might know who she is, yes.”
“Well, I just heard from her husband.”
“And what does he want?” she asked. She shifted in her chair and flashed her panties once more.
“He’s upset about my date with her on Friday.”
She laughed. “He’s not giving his permission, then?” Her husband knew about us and evidently got something out of it. I didn’t particularly know him, but I trusted Serena implicitly.
“I didn’t really ask. It’s not like that, with them.” I paused for a moment. “I’m going to tell him to come over so I can give him the dress. As a pretext, of course.”
“Of course,” she laughed. “Why would you do one thing, if you could do two? If he’s already upset with you, he’ll really freak out when he sees that strap of cloth you call a dress.”
“Perfect,” I said. “I’ll let him know now. He’ll come over and then we’ll have a short chat.” I typed a bit at my computer, and that was that. We’d see when he responded.
“That should be interesting,” she said. “I always enjoy our ‘chats’.”
My email notice bell rang, and I read the summary. “He’ll be here shortly,” I said. “I’ll turn the webcam on so you can watch.”
She laughed, and stood up. She walked around my desk and gave me a lustful kiss. “You’re too good to me.”
“I plan on it, at any rate,” I said.
“I’ll make sure your schedule stays clear,” she chuckled and returned to her desk outside my office.
A few minutes later, Serena buzzed me to let me know he was on his way in. I rose and met him at the door. “Thomas,” I said with a smile. “So good of you to come.”
“I only came so I could give you a piece of my mind, Brian.” Thomas was an attractive man in his late 30s. He was just a few inches shorter than me and of average build. I knew from our time together that he worked out — his stomach was tight and he was built well. He kept his black hair short, and was clean shaven. Today he wore a coat and tie which fit him perfectly, and was the uniform of the day where he worked across the street.
I wasn’t quite sure what he did there, but something that interfaced with public or sales. It didn’t really matter to me.
“Well, I’ll listen to what you have to say,” I said. “But first, why I called you here.” I pulled a transparent garment bag down from my coat rack and handed it to him. “This is for Madeline to wear on our date Friday night.” He looked at it, running his gaze from the bottom to the top, which didn’t take long because it was a little black dress, and when I say little, I really mean it.
I thrust it at him, and he took it from me on reflex. He shook it at me, “This is exactly what I’m talking about. What gives you the right to do this to us? We didn’t ask for this, we don’t want you running our lives!”
“So it’s only one of you at a time that feels that way? Or do you like living on the down low?”
“Or are you just upset that Madeline said yes?”
“It’s not like you asked…”
“I don’t have to ask,” I said. “You’re just upset she didn’t say no.” He huffed at that, and I motioned for him to sit. “Or maybe you’re just upset that it’s not you and I on the date.”
He collapsed into the chair then. As he fell into the chair, I saw how tight his pants were over his crotch, and how hard he was. I understood — so was I. I took the dress from him and draped it carefully over my desk.
I stood behind his chair, and bent down so my head was near his. “Two things, Thomas,” I said. “First, you’re right across the street most of the day, so we can see a lot of each other; Madeline and I don’t have that option.”
He nodded, his breathing shallow.
“Second. Take your cock out.”
“What?” he said.
“I said: take your cock out.” He hesitated. “Now!” His hands went to his belt, quickly unsnapping, unzipping, and pulling himself out. His cock stood rigid and pink against his grey slacks. Thomas wasn’t long, although he had a nice thickness to him. I grabbed it with my right hand hard, and he whimpered. “This is mine,” I said.
“Yes,” he said. There was a bit of reluctance there; he didn’t want to admit it, but there it was out in the open. If it weren’t mine — if he weren’t mine — it wouldn’t be.
I stroked his cock, and he sucked in breath as I touched him. “This is what you want,” I said. “You want to be touched, to be forced, to be made to obey. That I’m doing the same thing to Madeline just turns you on more, and you’re scared.”
“Don’t lie to the man who has his hand on your privates,” I said, squeezing them by way of example. “You’re already thinking about her in that little black dress, about how I’m going dancing with her, and how I could do anything. Fuck her on the dance floor, pull her top down and make her flash everyone. It’d be easy in that dress. And you know she will do it.”
I stroked him some more. His cock was so hard it was like rubbing silk over marble. “You know she would do it, if I asked her,” I said. “You know because so would you.” He shuddered under me then.
“You can fight me; you can fight your nature. You can be a bad little boy. But I’ll still take your wife out, and fuck her silly.” Pre cum squirted out of his cock, and I rubbed it up and down as I jerked him off. “But being good is better.”
He sighed as I began jerking him off a bit faster. Sometimes a handjob can take a while, but he needed this. He wanted to be my submissive, but just couldn’t admit it to himself. He couldn’t say it, but his body could. And I could.
“So tell me, Tommy-boy, are you going to be good? Are you going to admit that this is how you want it, to be my toy when I call you? Because you did, you know. I saw how fast you responded to me. You were sitting there waiting for me to respond, weren’t you?’
I stroked him a bit more, then slowed down. “Tell me,” I said into his ear.
“Yes, yes,” he said. I tightened my grip on him; he sucked in his breath as I roughly jerked his cock.
“Yes what?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir,” he said.
“Good. Good boy. You keep being good and we’ll have more nice times like these. You take that dress to your wife. You can get hard all week thinking about Maddie servicing me in that dress. Or maybe you’d prefer thinking about serving me.”
He huffed, and I stroked a bit faster. I didn’t think he was long before coming.
“On Friday, maybe I’ll be so turned on I’ll let you suck me off before the date. Just so I don’t fuck your wife too hard.” He squirted off then, his come flying up and hitting the plastic of the garment bag.
I let go of his cock and it flopped to his pants. “Not the last time that dress is going to get near someone’s come, I think.” I said.
“So…so I won’t see you until Friday?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “I can’t have you telling me what I can and can’t do with you or your wife, you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” he said, chastened a bit. I kind of wanted to fuck him, but that would have been too much reward for his behavior.
He left, taking the dress (and wiping it off with a handkerchief). As he left, Serena stepped in.
“That was hot,” she said.
“I’m not done,” I said.
“Good,” she said, and sat on my desk, opening her legs up as she did.
The red panties were gone.