The Good Secretary
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Lilacs on 10-06-2008, 22:19:57</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>10-06-2008, 22:19:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><strong>The Characters</strong></div><br><strong>Amber, the Waitress<br></strong><br><em>Amber</em> is 19, 20 in two months. Her body is slender and trim, used but not so used as to sacrifice any of her tightness. Shoulder-length red hair cropped around her face highlighted a strong jaw and soft green eyes full of what looked like an almost innocent lustfulness, with a strong undercurrent of perversion.<br><br><strong>Andrew and Mara Sanders<br></strong><br><em>Andrew Sanders</em> is thirty-two. He stands 6' tall and has an athletic build. His hair is dark, his eyes hazel. He enjoys cycling on the weekends and works as a banker during the week. He loves to be adventurous - both outdoors and indoors, a very friendly man. He recently rekindled his relationship with his wife, adding more excitement to their sex lives, and is looking to push both their boundaries. He is married to Mara Sanders.<br><br><em>Mara Sanders</em> is thirty-three. She keeps her&nbsp; 5' 8" body toned and strong through pilates and yoga and barely keeps up with her husband's more strenuous rides-which annoys her to no end. She keeps her long dark wavy hair under control when at work, and allows it to fall in silky waves in private.&nbsp; She is a successful novelist, having written fifteen books in ten years under one pen name and six under two others. She recently hired a personal assistant, Julie Ann O'Neal about six months ago.<br><br><strong>Julie Ann O'Neal</strong><br><br>Twenty-two year old, <em>Julie Anne O'Neal</em> graduated Summa Cum Laude with a B.A. in French Literature from Vassar College in New York. She transferred to Vassar on a full scholarship after her first three semester at the University of Georgia.<br><br>A tall, green-eyed girl with slender legs, she wears her absurdly long, thick blond hair in two loose French braids brought together in the back, which she has secured with a simple barrette. For the interview, she wears a conservative Anne Klein dress, a knee-length suede coat, and leather boots.<br><br>She prefers not to discuss the abusive father or trailer trash family she left behind in rural south Georgia. And she's taking elocution lessons to slowly lose her Georgia Peach accent. She wants to think of herself as sophisticated and would love to forget the embarrassing fact that she was captain of the cheerleading squad all through high school and was a UGA cheerleader until she transferred to Vassar.<br><br>The apartment she found in the city is done in shades of white and yellow. Sometimes, she tells herself the white apartment is ridiculous. But she loves the clean look of it, so far removed from the trailer park where she grew up.<br><br>If she comes across as shy and a little awkward in this venue, it's because she feels very much out of her depth. Her new boss is everything she wishes she was, glamorous, sophisticated, strong-willed. Julie Anne would love to be a dominant, aggressive woman of the world. But in reality, she has deep-seated, deep, deep submissive tendencies.<br><br>A more detailed description of her appearance, Julie Anne has chestnut brown hair (she might be asked to dye this later for example). She is tall, 5'10" and weighs about 160 pounds when she first comes to her new job (she might be required to lose weight for example). She actually was much lighter when in Georgia (pictures of her in cheerleader garb show her with full, firm breasts and a narrow waist that spreads into womanly hips, sort of a 34 25 35 figure. <br><br>When she moved to the state of New York to attend Vassar, she developed an&nbsp; inferiority complex. Perhaps as a result, she started snacking constantly. She tends to hide snacks in her desk drawer, purse, pockets, etc. (bad girl!) She also has an unfortunate habit of chewing her nails (hmm, how to stop that nasty habit!). She's always trying to stop, but she lacks the self-discipline. You'll see her constantly reading the latest self-help books.<br><br>Sexually, she lost her virginity at sixteen to a football player with the unfortunate nickname of Bubba. To be honest, she wasn't really sure she wanted to have sex with Bubba, but even then, she tended to stammer and hem and haw around a subject, and by the time, she worked up the nerve to say no, Bubba was zipping up his pants.<br><br>Through the rest of her high school years, she avoided actual vaginal sex, becoming something of an oral slut. Julie developed the reputation of a girl who would go down on anyone with enough persistence. Her first adult sexual relationship took place at the University of Georgia. She fell in love with her French teacher, Mr. Leonard&nbsp; Hamilton. <br><br>They began an affair her third semester. Sadly, the second time she had sex with the much older Leonard, it was in his university office. His wife stopped by to have lunch with her husband and proceeded to terrify Julie into fleeing the Language Arts building, naked from the waist up, arms crossed to conceal her ample bust.<br><br>Needless to say, the affair with Mr. Hamilton ended. She transferred to Vassar next semester. Julie doesn't exactly consider herself "good" at sex.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>The Opening Post<br></strong></div><br>Frankly, Julie O'Neal felt a little in awe of her successful employer. They got along reasonably well. But partly, this was because Julie tried to stay out of her way as much as possible. She still couldn't believe that she was the personal assistant to a sophisticated, famous author. It was like dream come true. <br><br>“Oh no,” Julie squeaked when she heard a door slam hard enough to shatter glass. Quickly, she flipped her computer screen to an office cost analysis. Her boss was coming. <br><br>Glancing guiltily at her fingernails, two of them bleeding at the quick, she hid her hands. Mara didn't like it when Julie chewed her nails. Julie gathered together the two empty wrappers and hid them in her purse. Mara didn't like it when Julie snacked on the job.<br>And she certainly wouldn't like it if she saw the personal add she had been working on:<br><br><em>I'm new to New York and would like to meet someone who is funny, smart, nerdy and wants to be in a relationship just as much as I do. I'm not looking for a fling or something short term. I'm really into music, poetry, literature, and I love museums. I am tired of being alone when everyone else seems to have met their soul mate. I'm cute with plenty to love and cuddle. Please, I don't need to be hurt again, so good guys only!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 00:24:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara felt the reverb of the door on her arm and instantly regretted her pique.&nbsp; She was usually in control of her emotions and rarely let them flaunt themselves.&nbsp; She was about ready to get rid of this agent.&nbsp; He'd booked her, again, at another writer's conference across the country. She'd been trying to get out of it for months, but the contract was solid, she had to go. She was a bit tired of flying all over hell and gone.&nbsp; With her level of success she hardly needed to do book tours.&nbsp; But writer's conferences loved having her as their keynote speaker, and she was in high demand.&nbsp; But Seattle? The last time she was in Seattle she didn't see blue sky the whole week she'd been there.&nbsp; She didn't do well without sun.&nbsp; Even worse, Andrew had such a bad experienced he actually put Seattle on his "never again" list.&nbsp; There was no way she could drag him along.<br><br>She gathered her anger around her and pulled it in tight as she entered the actual office. Julie was sitting at her desk trying to look busy.&nbsp; A spread sheet was on prominent display on the monitor, but Mara's keen eyesight could discern a couple of other active windows across the bottom of the start-up bar.&nbsp; So, her assistant did have a life outside the office.&nbsp; Mara made a mental note to check her keystroke recorder she kept installed on that computer--without Julie Ann's knowledge of course.&nbsp; She'd never thought to use it with this one before.&nbsp; What was the little mouse up to? On company time?<br><br>"Julie, Looks like I can't get out of that conference in Seattle this weekend.&nbsp; I want you to come with me as my personal assistant.&nbsp; You didn't have any plans, did you?"&nbsp; Mara asked the question in such a way it was clear any plans, if there were any, were to be canceled. <br><br>If Mara had to go to Seattle, she might as well make it a personally useful trip at the same time.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 00:34:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie immediately looked guilty—a common expression on her regardless of wrongdoing. Raised by an authoritarian father who took literally the Biblical commandment not to spare the rod, she was always a little nervous about making the wrong decision. <br><br>Thus, she appreciated what some might view as an authoritarian management style.&nbsp; Oh, Ms. Sanders,” she stammered out in a soft Georgia accent. “I was going to ... but I can cancel it.” Mentally, she mourned the wine-tasting tour that Marcie, one of her few female friends, had arranged. But work had to come first if she was ever to be successful like Mara Sanders. <br><br>Standing, she smoothed the black skirt she had worn today. Her hand crept toward her mouth, but she quickly snatched it back to her side. She knew Mara hated it when she chewed her nails. “I'll arrange the tickets,” she said. “Of course, I'd love to go with you.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 01:08:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara didn’t miss the slight movement on Julie’s part.&nbsp; Those fingernails were on her list for sure. Mara started toward her office and then stopped.&nbsp; And the skirt?&nbsp; It was just one of the many things that would need improvement.&nbsp; Mara imagined underneath faired hardly better.&nbsp; She could almost picture a plain white Playtex bra paired with sensible white cotton underwear.&nbsp; Mara shuddered to think of how much work there really was to do here.&nbsp; Still.&nbsp; There was promise.&nbsp; Julie Ann’s eyes were exquisitely expressive.&nbsp; Mara couldn’t wait to see what they looked like when they had more to say.<br><br>Turning only&nbsp; partly toward Julie she said, “You know, Julie Ann, I do have a certain image to keep up. Not to get too personal, but as my assistant, I’d like you to…be part of that image.&nbsp; You need some new clothes.&nbsp; &nbsp;I want you to go to Saks tomorrow and ask for Harry Walsh.&nbsp; He’ll know what to do with you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh, and don’t worry.&nbsp; I’ll arrange it so it all goes on my account.”<br><br>Mara continued in through the door without waiting for a response.&nbsp; She picked up the phone to call Andrew and fill him in on her latest plans.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 01:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;At Mara's words, Julie felt a happy excitement building. Admittedly, it was a little humiliating to have your boss critique your clothing choices. But Mara was so sophisticated, she had such a sense of style. Really, Julie told herself, this was a wonderful opportunity. <br><br>“Oh yes,” Julie started to say, eyes shimmering. Her mouth fell when she realized Mara had already strode out of the office. <em>She's so busy</em>, Julie told herself, trying not to feel hurt. Turning to finish the long list of assignments Mara had left for her.<br><br>She no longer got overtime. Mara had explained for tax reasons, it wasn't possible. And since she had an executive position, she wasn't legally entitled to it. Julie didn't mind. She had cut back a bit and knew Mara would make it up to her with a Christmas bonus. She was so kind.<br><br>It was almost 11:00 p.m. before she left the building, yawning a little. Tomorrow, shew would get new clothes! Now that was exciting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 19:42:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The alarm went off at 4:30 am--its usual weekday setting.&nbsp; Mara rolled closer to Andrew and reached her arm across his naked body to hit the snooze switch.&nbsp; She nibbled at his ear and wondered at his ability to sleep through almost anything.&nbsp; War. Car bombings.&nbsp; Torture.&nbsp; The occasional nibble.&nbsp; Maybe they should change the station to music.&nbsp; Some good classic rock.<br>&nbsp; <br>Mara rolled&nbsp; back over to her side and then out of bed, leaving Andrew be for the moment.&nbsp; She slipped on her suit and headed to the pool.&nbsp; She had planning to do.&nbsp; The cool saltwater helped wake her up as she did her usual mile and then&nbsp; sat in the hot tub for a few minutes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ideas began to come to her, as they did when she was writing a novel, but these would be more than simply imagined words on a page.<br><br>With the same giddy anticipation&nbsp; she had when starting a new novel, Mara&nbsp; took mental notes as she thought through her day.&nbsp; "Oh, Julie Ann", she thought, "I'm going to have so much fun with you." She pulled herself out of the hot water and put on the huge white fuzzy robe that&nbsp; would keep her from freezing on her way back up stairs to the bedroom.&nbsp; <br><br>She hovered near her husband for a moment.&nbsp; She loved to watch him sleep.&nbsp; Only then would his features soften, making him appear more vulnerable than when he was awake.&nbsp; &nbsp;She kissed him lightly on his exposed cheek and headed into the bathroom for a hot steamy shower.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 20:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew had learned to sleep through just about everything. In the beginning of his career, he had been a workaholic, working late hours. Time for sleep - when he could afford it - occurred in the most inopportune places. On Trains, the back of Airplanes, Buses, and the like. He always managed to find time to ride his bike, keeping him fit and his legs muscled - the rest of his body more toned them anything. His business had grown up around him and he was reaping the rewards now, sleeping in a very comfortable, warm bed with a very beautiful woman. <br><br>He had also taken to sleeping entirely naked - far easier to strip your work clothes off and hop in bed then put more clothes on to sleep in. It made getting up in the morning minutes faster, as he could go straight for the shower with out having to strip first. With the success of his business, he was able to relax more these days and not have to get up before the sun most day. <br><br>He was vaguely aware of the abscence of his wife once she got up, but the kiss on his cheek was enough to stir him from his slumber. It took him a few moments to shake the grogginess of sleep from his head and it was only then that he noticed that the shower was on. A warm smug grin crossed his face and he slipped out of bed, bare feeting padding over the carpet of the bedroom. Stepping into the bathroom, cool tiles under his feet, he grinned again before stepping into the shower, wrapping his arms around his wife and kissing her on the side of the neck.<br><br>"Morning, darling." He says softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 22:05:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara leaned back into Andrew as she felt his arms envelope her.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His kiss on her neck was rough—he had forgotten to shave before climbing into the shower—and she shivered in spite of the hot water pouring over them.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>“Morning, sleepyhead.”&nbsp; Her morning planning session had piqued her interest in sex earlier in the day than usual.&nbsp; She placed her hand on top of one of his and gently pushed it harder against her.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 23:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins, feeling her press his hand over her more firmly. "Morning darling." He says softly, nipping at her ear as he presses up closer against her. "I hope you don't mind if we share the shower this morning?" Again, his voice is soft - almost soothing - and he finishes by nipping her earlobe again, his arms wrapping more tightly against her and pulling her body harder against his own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>11-06-2008, 23:58:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara presses his hand lower until it is firmly between her legs. She tightens her thighs against it and releases her own hand.<br><br>"I hope you want more than just a shower."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-06-2008, 01:13:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mhmm?" He says as she guides his hand between her legs. It was clear what she wanted and almost immediately he slid a finger along her slit to start rubbing over her clit. His other hand slides upwards, encompassing a breast and giving it a firm squeeze. His mouth moves down to nibble on her neck, his own arousal starting to press its hardness against her rear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>12-06-2008, 01:47:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara ground her ass hungrily against Andrew's cock.&nbsp; Mixed signals, she knew. She couldn't help but be such a tease. They both knew the rules they played by.&nbsp; She loved the hardness around her crack, the way the head of his cock knocked at her door, and she almost felt like giving into it.&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; She knew it had been a long time since Andrew had had a nice ass fuck.&nbsp; Mara blamed herself for not working faster with Julie Ann. Mara almost came just thinking about watching Andrew ripping into her assistant's most assuredly virgin ass while she cheered him on.&nbsp; <br><br>"She'll be ready, soon, I promise.&nbsp; Soon, baby.&nbsp; Why don't you take me doggie-style....I'm so ready..." Mara could barely get the words out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-06-2008, 15:43:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				For whatever reason, Mara seemed to be in an extremely horny mood today. It had been a while since she had let him fuck her in the ass and he had to resist the urge from taking her like that right then and there. But at her statement, he nipped her ear once more and made her bend over at the waist, spreading his legs slightly. He squats down, mouth closing over her pussy, tongue pushing amongst her folds, but only for a few brief moments. She was definitely ready for him. Standing back up, he guides the head of his cock to her opening, rubbing along her slit first before pressing his hips forward, the head of his cock popping into her pussy. "Mhm....we should shower more often." He says, slowly working his entire length into her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 02:23:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, just like that."&nbsp; She loved it when he took his time entering her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She steadied herself by leaning forward into the shower wall and allowing him even deeper penetration.&nbsp; Mara reached her free hand between her legs and let her fingers run along the underside of Andrews cock as he moved slowly into her.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 02:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mhmm..." He says again, one hand on her hip as he reaches forward, grabbing a breast with his other hand. He grinds his hips against hers as he fully embeds himself into her, his thick long cock filling her completely. He squeezes her breast for a few moments before sliding his hand around to grab her hair, pulling on it enough to force her to tilt her head back. Even as he does this, he starts to make hard, slow thrusts into her. "Just like that, baby?" He says, punctuating the 'THAT' with a very forceful thrust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 04:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, just like that."&nbsp; Mara says. She didn't let on that she felt newly on edge, slightly wary.&nbsp; Andrew didn't usually get too rough with her.&nbsp; She allowed him leeway,&nbsp; a little rough play, a little tugging here and there.&nbsp; Especially when she herself had been slow at getting their new girl-toy ready.&nbsp; She felt guilty at the thought she'd denied Andrew some of his specific needs by dragging her feet on this one.&nbsp; She was sure he was getting pent up about it all.&nbsp; The firmness of his hand on her breast just now had sent a signal to her, she thought.&nbsp; Perhaps a warning signal.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had actually stung. <br><br>Her breast throbbed in residual pain from his squeeze in a way that enhanced her pleasure in a surprising way.&nbsp; The pulling on her hair actually hurt, but she didn't dare complain. Not when it was her fault he didn't have any other outlets. She moved her free hand to her clit to move her orgasm closer.&nbsp; She loved to come with him still inside her and she could feel her muscles clamp down around his thrusting cock.<br><br>"More. More. More,"&nbsp; A mantra escapes her lips, her tempo matching his.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-06-2008, 19:57:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It had been a while...a lot of talk, little play. She had so far failed to deliver on her promises, and he only half believed her reassurances. Not like he was going to do anything to her over it. Their bodies began to slap together with each thrust as he rammed his entire length in and out of her. He lets go of her hair, moving his hand to slap her ass gently, the other remaining to pull on her hip with each thrust. He could tell she was starting to get close, the walls of her pussy starting to clench around his engorged cock, and it was starting to bring him to his own arousal. "Mhmmm..." He moans again, with another thrust. "Want me to cum in you or all over you?" Sometimes it was one, sometimes the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>14-06-2008, 00:24:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie rose early and soon stepped into the shower. She loved the warmth of a hot shower. Massaging her hair, enjoying the herbal fragrance, the feel of silken suds sliding down her neck and over her breasts,&nbsp; so much better than sex. She laughed lightly as her nipples tightened at the whisper soft caress of soap sliding down her body. In terms of pleasure, it compared favorably to a hot kiss as a man pressed you against the wall and slid his hand up your thigh ever so slowly.<br><br>Had she ever had such an experience? No, only in her fantasies did strong men seize her and seduce her, their muscular bodies straining against her own. She stepped out of the shower into her solitary apartment, her body fresh and clean. Steam filled the small bathroom. <br><br>Picking up her mahogany-backed hairbrush, she stroked the tangles from her unruly hair. As she did this, a flirtatious light entered her eyes. Just because she had no guy didn't mean she had to suffer exactly. Wandering into her bathroom and over to her bed, the brush dangled from her hands.<br><br>Hesitantly, almost embarrassed even in the sanctity of her own bedroom, Julie leaned back against her pillow, the brush held ready.<br>&nbsp;<br>In the background, classical music played. She didn't really enjoy classical music, but Mara had once commented favorably on the album. At the first touch of the bristles against the tightened skin of her nipples, Julie gasped. The soft brush sent the faintest undercurrent of prickles scraping over her flesh. As she swallowed, she forced herself to lift the brush and focus on her other nipple.<br>&nbsp;<br>The sensations intensified and she feel herself moisten. She continued to run the brush over her heated skin. Her hips arched with longing. She moved the brush lower and lower, circling over her belly, and lower still. The bristles snagged her pubic hair, the small catches, and pulls making her arch her back in pleasure. All thoughts left her mind as the brush dipped lower, just barely grazing her clitoris, the poor thing leaping to attention barely the size of a little nub of an eraser, but oh so happy.<br><br>Reversing the brush, Julie thrust it into her warm, soft womanhood along with two fingers of her left hand. Her eyes closed and slowly, she went out of her mind. Finally, some time later, she lay sated naked on her bed. The brush fell to the floor.<br><br>Forcing herself to rise, she began to make the calls necessary for Mara's trip. It wasn't easy. There were multiple conventions in town and she couldn't get two rooms together at any hotel in Seattle, let alone the one Mara had specified. She tried bribery, calling other hotels, but she had no success.<br><br>Butterflies danced in her stomach as she tried to summon up the nerve to tell Mara about her failure. Would she still go to see Harry at Saks?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 07:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara downed the last dregs of her quad-venti-nonfat latte and tossed it into the trash can just as she dashed onto the elevator up to the office.&nbsp; A great swim, hot steamy sex with Andrew and an easy commute in from their suburban home had given her a perfect start to the day.&nbsp; She was ready to get started on her new project.&nbsp; But, first things first. <br><br>She went straight&nbsp; to her computer and pulled up the latest novel.&nbsp; She pounded out her daily thousand words and looked them over quickly.&nbsp; Her Mara Flanders pen name had started as a joke between her and Andrew, but it had stuck.&nbsp; Her real name appeared on her more “literary” work, but they rarely reached the sales levels that her Flanders books did.&nbsp; People loved genre fiction and they paid for it.&nbsp; Mara had long ago decided that the money was more than enough compensation for “selling” out as her MFA buddies accused&nbsp; her of doing.&nbsp; &nbsp;She thought that was just fine with her.&nbsp; Let them continue walking around in their smug little black turtlenecks, skimping to buy their coffee.&nbsp; Mara had hit upon the magic formula and she hardly needed to look at the recipe card to crank stuff out.&nbsp; A thousand words a day made for a novel every four months.&nbsp; She ended up with about three a year, in reality, as her speaking engagements and travel required her to be away much more than she’d like.<br><br>She glanced at the clock.&nbsp; Julie Ann was strictly prohibited from arriving before 9:30 in the morning. This gave Mara her private morning writing time.&nbsp; It was still just 8:45 and Mara took the time to check out and review the keystroke monitor she’d placed on Julie Ann’s computer.&nbsp; It was delicious to discover the girl was lonely.&nbsp; <em>“Don’t need to be hurt again, so good guys only”</em> made Mara want to laugh out loud.&nbsp; What guy doesn’t think they are a good one?&nbsp; Poor thing.&nbsp; She had so much to learn.&nbsp; &nbsp;And so many hotels in Seattle.&nbsp; Late at night.&nbsp; She was such a devoted assistant.&nbsp; Hard worker, too.&nbsp; Mara liked that about Julie Ann.&nbsp; A friend, Marcie, might prove to be an obstacle.&nbsp; Still, Julie Ann had backed out of a weekend wine tasting event for work.&nbsp; That was a good sign....<br><br>Still another half hour.&nbsp; Mara picked up the phone to call Harry at Saks. <br>“Harry, sorry to call you so early.”<br><br>“Any call from you is an honor, Ms. Sanders.”<br><br>Mara laid out the general plan to Harry. A week’s worth of decent professional looking clothes, a couple of more casual outfits for the weekend.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh, and Harry. Do me a favor would you?”<br><br>“Anything for you Ms. Sanders.”<br><br>“ I want you to start with clothes at least three sizes too small on her.”&nbsp; Mara could detect a slight pause on the other end of the line.&nbsp; “And Harry, make sure you get her new foundation garments.&nbsp; I want them to be tight—somewhat uncomfortable to sit in.”<br><br>“I understand completely, Ms. Sanders." <br><br>Mara was never completely sure how Harry felt doing her bidding, but, she figured, she was the one footing the bill, and she’d been one hell of a customer over the last couple of years.<br><br>She hung up the phone just as it hit 9:30.&nbsp; As if on cue Julie Ann came into the office.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 17:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie wore a long, loose dress in a green that didn't quite work. “I had trouble with my hair this morning,” she burbled before adding in a dithery afterthought. “Maybe I'll have it cut, something cute and pixie short.” Raised in a Church where a woman's glory was her hair, Julie could not remember ever cutting it. When loose, she literally could sit on her hair. <br><br>Just then, she noticed the clock. Mara had once said never come in before 9:30 a.m. Mentally, Julie had translated it to be there at exactly 9:30 a.m. And so she always came in at exactly half past nine. But today, the clock read 9:32 a.m.<br><br>Her face immediately fell into the eager to please, apologetic look of a puppy who hadn't quite made it outside in time.&nbsp; “I'm so, so very sorry,” she whimpered. She cringed. The sad fact was, Julie was happier after a good scolding. Certainly, she worked steadier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 18:17:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good Lord, Julie.&nbsp; Do you think I care about what you do with your hair?" Mara rolled her eyes in disgust.&nbsp; "But, still.&nbsp; Don't get it cut.&nbsp; I like it long."&nbsp; Mara was surprised that she said the last bit out loud.&nbsp; She did like Julie's hair, and she imagined Andrews hands wrapped in it, pulling it on either side of her head like reins on a horse as he mounted her from behind.&nbsp; Yes, that would definitely be fun to watch. <br><br>"At any rate, I made an appointment for you with Harry at Saks--it's during your lunch hour, but you don't really need lunch every day, do you? " Mara let her eyes flick up and down the shapeless green mass before her.&nbsp; Decent clothes would certainly help a lot.&nbsp; She wished she could be in the dressing room as Harry made her try to wriggle into a size 6.&nbsp; <br><br>"I assume everything is set for Seattle?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 22:43:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie felt ill Mara asked about Seattle. "I'm so, so, so very sorry," she whimpered. "I couldn't get two rooms together. The hotels are all booked up. I even offered them extra money." She stared at the floor. "I managed to get you a lovely room, but I thought I might stay at another hotel and just get up really early every day so I'd be there on time."<br><br>Her eyes held a scared look as she waited for Mara's response.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 23:11:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara thought that Julie looked like she was about to be hit.&nbsp; Well, then.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; Mara stood looking at Julie for a long moment.&nbsp; Appraising the simpering tone.&nbsp; If Julie were a dog, she'd be on her back on the floor with all her legs up, completely submissive to her master.&nbsp; This whole thing might be easier than Mara had originally thought. It came to Mara that Julie just might want to be slapped.&nbsp; Or spanked.&nbsp; Should she give in to her whimpers?<br><br>Mara got up from her desk and walked slowly over to Julie. She looked her up and down as slowly as she possible could and circled the girl, slowly.&nbsp; She stopped directly behind Julie and leaned in closely. She wanted her breath&nbsp; to hit Julie's ear with just the right punctuation as she spoke.<br><br>"I'm so disappointed.&nbsp; I give you one simple task to do.&nbsp; How hard can it be?&nbsp; Six months.&nbsp; You've been here six months and you've had one little fuck up after another."&nbsp; &nbsp;Mara reached out and moved the stray hair from Julie's ear.&nbsp; She began to wind the tendril around her finger and pulled until Julie's head began to move in the direction of the pull.&nbsp; &nbsp;She pulled until Julie's eyes met her own.&nbsp; <br><br>"Whatever am I going to do with you, girl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 03:55:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Julie felt a frisson shoot through her stomach. She almost wriggled when Mara toyed with strands of her blond hair.&nbsp; She admired her employer so much and the thought of failing this sophisticated woman literally hurt. “I'm so sorry Mara,” she said as a blush played across her face. “It's my fault. I'm stupid sometimes.”<br><br>Her green eyes sought out Mara's darker eyes. “You could punish me,” she finally stammered out in a low voice. Julie's father had been a stern, authoritarian figure. She had hated him and left home for college as soon as she could. The man had died a few years back. Sometimes, Julie missed the sense of forgiveness she had felt after he had pulled off his belt and dealt out retribution.<br><br>Punishment meant the matter was closed. While a woman like Mara would never pull off her own, stylish belt, she might assign extra duties or dock Julie's pay. She waited almost eagerly to hear her employer's verdict. If she were ever fired, Julie thought she might collapse. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 05:52:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara almost laughed allowed, but managed to maintain her calm composure.&nbsp; What a delicious gift!&nbsp; Already begging for punishment. <br><br>"Punish you?" She whispered, her lips grazing Julie's ear.&nbsp; Mara tugged on the golden locks until her finger was free, adding a little twist for a twinge of pain.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You'd like that, wouldn't you...." Mara completed her circle around Julie and stopped in directly in front of her.&nbsp; Mara wasn't about to give her what she wanted, not yet.&nbsp; Mara was getting wet from the close proximity and the knowledge she was so close to her goal.&nbsp; She would own Julie soon enough.<br><br>"Now, I'm going to email you one more contact in Seattle.&nbsp; You <em>WILL </em>obtain two rooms.&nbsp; When you are done with that, you will head over to Saks and do exactly as Harry tells you do."&nbsp; <br><br>Mara walked over to her desk and sat back into her huge black leather ergonomic chair.&nbsp; Without looking up from the computer screen, she motioned to&nbsp; Julie to get out of the room with as much patience she might show to a fly.&nbsp; All she really wanted to do at the moment was to find Andrew and talk him into some alone-time at lunch.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 07:27:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie shivered as Mara's lips pressed against her ear. The tug on her hair sent a quiver deep into her stomach. But then Mara said those words that meant she was refused the release of forgiveness. Her emerald eyes shimmered.<br><br>Quickly, she pulled up her email account while absently chewing on her nails. “Oh,” she thought. “I don't recognize this name.” But she quickly dialed the number and listened as a cool, quiet voice answered. “Yes,” she could have two rooms the voice told her. <br><br>Julie was almost panting when she heard the news. Thank God, she thought. If Mara had thrown her out, it would have been no worse than she deserved. She glanced over at the clock. “Oh my,” she muttered quickly as she picked up her purse and dashed out, almost skittering as her high heels hit the polished entranceway.<br><br>But once at Saks, her joy rapidly faded. “I'm sorry,” she said firmly. “But these clothes are simply too small. I&nbsp; must have a larger size.” Julie had seen how Mara dealt with vendors and other service types. So she tried to pull a little of that panache in dealing with this rather small man.<br><br>Harry frowned. Originally from Chicago, he had long cultivated a Continental air. He noted the remains of Julie's Georgia Peach accent, her bitten to the quick nails, and the Snicker's bar wrapper that peeked out of her purse.<br><br>“I'm sorry miss,” he said. “Miss Mara wanted to outfit you in higher end merchandise. If you'll note the labels. As he spoke, he directed her attention to the marks of quality. “I note you're rather full-figured, a large or rather quite tall girl.” <br><br>Immediately, Julie felt crushed. It was as if he had called her a horse. She tugged at her full, open dress. “But I just feel clothes should fit.” At this point, her stammer had returned. And the cool miss of ten minutes ago had fled.<br><br>Harry's eyebrows raised and he continued. “I understand miss, no doubt you like your food.” As he spoke, he pumped his fist up and down as if cheering on her gustatory excesses. “But fashion doesn't build clothes for ample framed, full figured ladies of your ... uh ... stature.”<br><br>By the time Julie walked out of Saks, Harry had managed to fit her for a full wardrobe. The clothing all fit, but it fit extremely tightly. And it made Julie feel a bit cheap.<br><br>As she slowly made her way back to the office, tears trickled down her cheek. She felt ugly, unworthy to even work for someone like Mara. It was so humiliating. Mara did her this great favor and she was too big a cow to even look good in those clothes.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 18:43:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara was bummed that Andrew had yet another big deal lunch.&nbsp; The amount of business done at lunch in the City seemed to outweigh all the rest of the workday.&nbsp; &nbsp;She texted him a message.<br><br><em><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font">Will you make it to the opera tonight?&nbsp; Tickets for two in our box at 8:00.&nbsp; Aida.&nbsp; Apartment afterwards.</span></span></em><br><br>Mara never knew what Andrew would say to Opera.&nbsp; Sometimes he seemed to enjoy it, and at other times he didn’t.&nbsp; Aidia was a particularly big opera—usually over the top with elephants and hundreds of Nubian slaves on stage.&nbsp; &nbsp;The box seats were perfectly located to conceal them from just about everyone and yet they could see the action on the stage.&nbsp; Mara shivered at the possibilities.<br><br>It would be four days away from him, then.&nbsp; She was leaving for Seattle the following morning.&nbsp; She dialed the number that she had given Julie.&nbsp; Time for part two of her plan.<br><br>“Hi, this is Julie&nbsp; Ann O’Neal, Mara Flander’s assistant.&nbsp; Yes, I did just call this morning.&nbsp; &nbsp;I made a mistake.&nbsp; Can you change that to one room please?”&nbsp; She paused. Was her fake Southern accent too much?&nbsp; She could tell Julie tried to hide her roots.&nbsp; Pretty much like hiding the dark roots on blond hair, though.&nbsp; They always peeked through. <br><br>“Miss, you do understand that we are now quite booked and there won’t be any chance to get the second room back?&nbsp; We bent the rules for you this morning already. ”&nbsp; the receptionist said, sounding annoyed.<br><br>“I appreciate that.&nbsp; But, we've had a change in plans.”<br><br>“All right, if you are sure.&nbsp; Even being Mara Flanders won’t get you a room after this.&nbsp; There are about fifty thousand famous authors coming in for this conference,and the other room will be gone before we hang up,” he said.<br><br>“I’m sure it will be fine,” Mara drawled.<br><br>“All right, then.&nbsp; Do you want to keep the room with the one king bed, or the one with two queens?”<br><br>“Just the one with the single bed will do.”&nbsp; Mara said. <br><br>“Very good.&nbsp; Your reservation has been changed.”<br><br>Mara hung up the phone with a sense of anticipation. She couldn’t wait to see what Julie would do when she tried to check in at the hotel tomorrow afternoon.&nbsp; She left a note for Julie Ann, directing her to be at the airport on time.&nbsp; Mara left the office for the day and headed to Katherina&nbsp; Mackenzie for her own appointment.&nbsp; She needed something new in black lace and leather.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 21:37:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew had an important meeting with the CEO of a smaller company they were about to buy out. Personally, such meetings bored him. He had other people in his company who really worked out the details, did the number crunching, for such a thing. He was more of a goodwill type jester, welcoming the CEO to the new company and offering him a rather small position on the Board once the merger was complete. It was only after the lunch that he was able to check his Blackberry, and received the message his wife had sent him. <br><br>He was already wearing appropriate attire, a classy business suit, due to the dinner. But he deplored going to the Opera. It was boring at best and he really would have to consider paying so much money for something he didn't enjoy. But Mara found it to be exciting, so - like always - he reluctantly agreed to go. With any luck, it would be one involving some sort of violence. He agreed to meet her outside the doors at the given time, and could be found waiting their 10 minutes early. He liked being punctual.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 23:09:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara was pleased Andrew was willing to come to the opera tonight.&nbsp; She raced from the lingerie store with her new purchases--one for Andrew and one for her trip to Seattle--and made it just in time for her weekly hand and foot pedicure.&nbsp; She chose a rich chocolate crimson to go with her favorite dress.&nbsp; As she paid for her services, she was struck with an idea. She made another appointment for the day after her return trip, but this one was for Julie.&nbsp; It took her a moment to decide the order, but she finally fixed it for a manicure first and then a Brazilian wax.&nbsp; She was pretty sure that Julie Ann had never heard of one let alone ever had one before. It was the perfect mixture of pampering and punishment.&nbsp; She just wished she could be there to watch as Julie sat completely exposed on a table in front of a stranger, having every strand of hair below her waist ripped out.&nbsp; <br><br>Mara spent the afternoon at their city apartment packing for her trip.&nbsp; She made sure there were enough toys in the bag to last the weekend.&nbsp; She checked twice to make sure her cuffs were in the bag along with the keys. Her packing done, she turned her attention to the evening. She put in an extra swimsuit, just in case Julie had forgotten hers.&nbsp; She was going to get the girl moving.&nbsp; And, if it happened to be in Mara's size four suit, then, oh well.<br><br>She loved opera, but she new Andrew only tolerated it, even if only to advance his career. Intermissions were a place to be seen and Andrew had made use of them before. Aida started with the capture of an Ethiopian princess who is then brought into slavery.&nbsp; What could be better?&nbsp; Mara liked to reward Andrew for his sweetness at doing things she liked and he didn't.&nbsp; She did the same in return--like riding her bike way more often, and always behind him at a distance--not that looking at her husband's firm ass and muscular thighs was a problem for her.&nbsp; Still, she wanted him to enjoy going to the opera tonight, even if he didn't enjoy the opera itself.<br><br>She pulled the silk corset from its pretty tissue paper.&nbsp; It was new and had extremely clean lines.&nbsp; It lifted her breasts up to come in perfect alignment with her deep chocolate brown Armani gown.&nbsp; The matching garter set&nbsp; had lace on it, and she pulled her crotchless underwear up to complete the look.&nbsp; A single line ran down the length of her black stockings, and slipped her feet into her Manolo heels.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her single diamond pendant and earrings Andrew had given her for their last anniversary completed the ensemble.&nbsp; A spritz of her favorite scent, Lolita, and she was ready to go.<br><br>She took a cab to the opera house.&nbsp; It was almost curtain time when she arrived, and, there was Andrew, waiting for her.&nbsp; Early as usual.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 08:19:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie Ann showed confusion at Mara's instruction to get a manicure and something called a Brazilian. <br>But she gladly went. We're growing closer, Julie Ann thought. Maybe we'll be friends one day. The small woman who administered the manicure frowned.<br><br>Frankly, the process made Julie Ann nervous. In the first place, the woman had several piercings and intricate tattoos covered one arm. “Nail biter,” the woman said. Her name turned out to be Marci. “I'm going acrylic with you honey. I'm not wasting time with your chewed off fingers.” She laughed gleefully as she began to work. <br><br>Marci began to mix several powders and liquid together creating an acrylic paste. “I'm going to file this into the right shape,” she said with a smile. “But honey, I mixed in some nasty tasting shit. So don't go chewing these acrylic nails when you get done. I'm going to do the same to your polish. You don't want to chew acrylic anyway. It's not exactly the best thing for your teeth.”<br><br>Several hours passed as Marci cleaned her nails, removed the cuticles and then began the lengthy process of building up her “nails.”&nbsp; “We have to do this right,” Marci said. “Otherwise, the nails may lift up off your natural nails. Ugly, you don't want that honey. You come back every two weeks and we'll keep you looking sweet.”<br><br>When Marci finally finished her nails, she led Julie Ann into another area where a table sat. “Okay honey, take these paper panties and put them on. I'll be back in a few minutes.”<br><br>“I beg your pardon,” Julie Ann screeched.<br><br>Marci frowned. “Look Mara ordered this for you. If you're going to object, let me know and I'll give her a call.”<br><br>A flash of heat ran though Julie Ann. “No, no, it's okay. Give me those.” <br><br>A short time later, Marci had her face two inches from Julie Ann's naughty bits as she laid a warm green goop that smelled like pine needles and stuck to her pubic hair like extra-sticky molasses. As she laid paper over the wax, Marci said, “I've been going with a hard wax lately. It hurts less, but Mara said you would prefer the softer, stickier wax.” She shrugged. “It takes all kinds I guess.” At that moment, she reached down and ripped off the paper.<br><br>Julie Ann shrieked in pain and started to cry. The pain hit her in waves of extreme hot jolts. When Marci laid down the second strip, sweat began to bead up on Julie Ann's forehead. She pounded her fists on the table. Even after Marci finished with the papers, she pulled out tweezer and moved in closer. “Every hair,” she muttered. <br><br>When Julie Ann finally left the salon, she was shaking. Her mind was blown by what happened. But by the time she arrived home, the burning sensation in her girly bits had subsided. <br><br>In the bathroom she stared. The clean, pink hairless figure that stared back was one she had not seen since she was a very young girl, at least in that particular area. She still felt tender. Why would Mara put her through this. Not that Julie Ann planned to complain. In some way, it meant that Mara cared, she had an interest in Julie Ann. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 14:45:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One thing he disliked about Mara is that, while she was never late, she was always just in time. Being punctual as he was, this clearly set him on edge, but he let out a sigh of relief when a Cab finally pulled up and Mara finally arrived. He gave her the once over, before offering her his hand. "You look...extravagant tonight." He comments, feeling slightly under dressed in his Armani Suit. He escorts her into the Opera house, politely greeting a few familiar faces who call out to them. <br><br>Playing the part of the gentleman, he holds open the door to their private balcony, allowing her to enter before following. There were a handful of comfortable chairs on the balcony, overlooking the stage, for when they invited friends to join them at the Opera. Tonight, it would just be the two of them. The Balcony across the way, and the only one with a good look inside of theirs, was occupied by another couple it appeared, though in the dim lighting it was hard to make it out.<br><br>"How was your day at work today? Everything for your trip is planned out i take it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 19:22:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The trip to Seattle is going to be the perfect training ground for Julie Ann."&nbsp; Mara gave Andrew a brief synopsis of her day--the way Julie had practically begged for punishment, her own double dealing with the hotel, sending Julie for her waxing.&nbsp; "By the time we get back from Seattle, she'll be ready to spend time with us at the apartment."<br><br>Mara reached over and ran a hand through Andrew's hair.&nbsp; "But, darling, let's forget about all that for a while.&nbsp; I'm not going to see you for four days."&nbsp; &nbsp;She was a natural exhibitionist, and she was pretty sure Andrew would appreciate the new corset and garters. She hoped the folks in the balcony across the way would be able to see.&nbsp; Mara leaned toward Andrew for a kiss just as the overture began and the lights went down.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 20:09:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He bobs his head as she tells him of her plan. She was a very sharp wit, he had to admit. He would never have been able to pull off such a thing himself. Before he could really contemplate the last of her words, she was kissing him even as the lights dimmed. He kissed back, uncaring of the opera as he sat next to his wife, one hand resting on her hip, the other around her waist. Little did he know what she had on underneath the dress, or what her intentions were. He pulls back a few moments later. "I suppose you'll want to leave the Opera early then?" He whispers. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 20:40:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara let out a low giggle, thanking the director for his fortissimo, and reached a hand to her back.&nbsp; Her gown had a low cut zipper with easy access, perfectly suited for a quick disrobe.&nbsp; She unzipped it with a practiced motion, the top of the gown fell to her waist and revealed her corseted torso to Andrew.&nbsp; The very idea that she was practically naked in front of thousands made her pussy throb and drip.<br><br>"Darling, I wasn't exactly thinking of leaving," she purred.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wanna see the rest?"&nbsp; Her eyebrow arched in a playful invitation; her whispers covered by the strains of Radames singing his desire to be chosen as the Egyptian commander.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 20:52:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes oogled her as she dropped her dress, revealing her corset. How daring, he thought, feeling his own arousal at what was happening starting to grow. "Yes, please." He says eagerly, leaning back slightly to take her all in. This was a pleasant surprise,&nbsp; he thought, and his hand went down to stroke his hardness absentmindedly, all thought of prying eyes gone from his mind at the moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 21:56:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara managed to slip rest of her dress off to reveal the whole ensemble .&nbsp; She rose to the corner of the box so that no one could see her but Andrew-and very possibly the people across the way .&nbsp; She did a silent&nbsp; pirouette to display herself fully to him.&nbsp; She felt incredibly wild and sexy and free.&nbsp; Uninhibited in a way she’d never before experienced.&nbsp; She crept back over to their seats and knelt in front of her husband.&nbsp; His hand was already stroking his cock through his pants.&nbsp; <br><br>She reached her own hand up and placed it on his own, her eyes asking permission.&nbsp; Just&nbsp; the very idea of giving him head, here in front of everyone, but not in front of everyone, so public a space and yet hidden in darkness was overwhelming in a deliciously exciting way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-06-2008, 22:05:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He loves her outfit - noticing the crotchless panties - and his grin broadens as she kneels in front of him. He spreads his legs to either side of her, moving his hand to rest on the arm rest, clearly giving her permission to have at him. "I get the feeling you've been planning this all day since our shower." He says softly, eyes glued to the accentuated cleavage formed by the corset.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 07:16:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara slowly unzipped his pants and reached inside for his hardened cock.&nbsp; She’d learned early on that her tongue could do wonders on the underside of the shaft.&nbsp; It wasn’t about sucking, it was about pleasuring.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even though she enjoyed watching a man's face as he let himself go and come, she didn't always like it to be the main event. Her own selfish need for satisfaction rarely let it end there, anyway.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wanted to bring him close and stave him off so he could continue inside her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The dance of the Moorish slaves drifted over the balcony edge and she began to sway her hips in response to its seductive rhythm.&nbsp; Her hands and her mouth moved in synchronized harmony.&nbsp; She began to hum, quietly, privately,&nbsp; with the music. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 13:03:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she unzips his pants and takes his hardness into her mouth, he sighs and sinks back into his chair. This was so much better then having to watch Opera, he thought, one hand trailing down to rest on the&nbsp; back of her head, following her motions but not applying any pleasure. A blowjob could be the best thing in the world sometimes. His eyes half close in pleasure, held tilting back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 17:45:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara loved the way Andrew seemed to just relax and sink into things.&nbsp; He'd always been so easy going around sex. Anything goes for him.&nbsp; When they first met, Mara had been a virgin,&nbsp; and she had never even had a guy go down on her.&nbsp; She had maintained her virginity by learning how to use her mouth and hand in marvelous ways.&nbsp; Every boyfriend she had ever had let her use her skill without complaint and, with complete selfishness, never offered her anything in return beyond a few kisses and a finger wiggle or two against her clit.&nbsp; <br><br>When she first met Andrew, she had expected the same sort of response.&nbsp; Only Andrew had insisted he pleasure her in return.&nbsp; She had no understanding of what a man could do with his tongue and fingers between a woman's legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had taken a lot of coaxing on his part, and she felt tense for what seemed like hours. Once he talked her into it and explained he really wanted to, she found herself relaxing.&nbsp; That was a long time ago.&nbsp; She'd moved way beyond that initial reluctance.&nbsp; Together they'd moved into whole new realms.<br><br>Her rhythmic movements were nearly hypnotic for her.&nbsp; She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, her private signal she wasn't going to go any further with her mouth.&nbsp; It was time for the next course.&nbsp; She checked in with the music.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were already at the <em>Gloria all'Egitto</em>--Act two was just about over and intermission would bring the house lights up in moments.&nbsp; <br><br>Mara leaned back away from Andrew and looked up at his still mostly reclined pose, her hand, now stilled, wrapped around his cock.&nbsp; Such a sweet smile.&nbsp; Even with the house lights up, it was unlikely anyone would see them.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved her hands up under his shirt and stroked his nipples as she raised her self up and straddled him.&nbsp; She slipped him inside her and she leaned into kiss him.&nbsp; The garters pulled against her hip.&nbsp; She sat astride him, tantric like for a couple of moments, and squeezed gently with her internal muscles.&nbsp; Slowly she lifted herself up so that just the very tip of his cock was inside her.&nbsp; And, even more slowly, she guided herself back down to totally engulf him.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 18:00:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blowjob was enough to get him fully aroused, his mind clouded by lust, completely ignoring any prying eyes aimed their way. He had been amazed when he had first met her and found out she had never had a guy gone down on her. Once he convinced her to let him go down on her, there had been no turning back. It took a while after that before he took her virginity, and after that - well, that had been like opening the floodgates into a sexual world. This was a clear demonstration of how far she had since progressed - along with him.<br><br>The music was just background noise to him, and he lets out a soft moan as she impales herself on him. His hands slide up the sides of the corset to press against her breast, fingers trailing along the tops of her breasts. He leans forward, kissing between the cleavage. "Mhmm...don't stop." He says as she rises up, trapping only the head of his cock inside her clenching walls. She responded by sinking back down and he lets out another moan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 22:15:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara leans in to smother his moan with her breasts, encasing his head with her arms, her fingers running across his head.&nbsp; Nails not quite digging into his scalp.&nbsp; It's unlikely anyone can hear them.&nbsp; The clapping signaling the end of the second act and start of intermission was thunderous--it had been a terrific presentation so far.&nbsp; <br><br>She rubbed her cheek against Andrew's.&nbsp; The end of the day stubble skittered across her cheek and sent shivers down her spine. She breathed in his scent before lifting herself nearly off him again--she loved the end of day smell he gave off. Not grungy, but sweetly musky.&nbsp; She slid back down and buried him in her again as she leaned back to give him access to her chest and her neck.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 22:41:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Today was a good day - Mara was in a very horny mood. His hands move around to squeeze her ass as she starts to ride his hardness and he buries his face against her bosom. As she leans away from him, he trails the kisses across her collarbone and up to her neck. Once there, he nips at her gently with his teeth, sucking on her the flesh of the side of her neck. His hips start to lift upwards, propelled by his legs, to meet hers as she comes down. He is not as attentive to the sounds around them, too enraptured with her to pay it much attention. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 01:21:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara was enjoying herself tremendously. She looked over her shoulder just to see what she could see and noticed the couple across the way had their opera glasses trained directly at them.&nbsp; A thrill jolted through her.&nbsp; They were actually watching them and holding hands!&nbsp; She smiled at them, winked, and slowly licked her lips.&nbsp; She turned back to Andrew.<br><br>"Darling, the folks across the way are watching."&nbsp; She giggled.&nbsp; "All they can see at the moment is my gorgeous outfit moving up and down over an Armani clad dick!&nbsp; You wanna give them a real show?"&nbsp; She wiggled her eyebrows up and down in her wreck less pursuit of a new erotic height. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 02:19:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins at her, looking over her shoulder to see that the folks across the way were indeed looking at them and trying to get a better view. "I do believe we should try to steal the show, don't you think?" He says, squeezing her ass again. "We'll have to get you out of this corset first though." His hands slide up and down her sides, his cock feeling like it hardened a little more at the mention of what they were about to do.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 07:04:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara shivered at the sudden resurgence of his cock inside her.&nbsp; &nbsp;All she really wanted at the moment is to ride him to climax, the urge to rush it was there, but she pushed it back and calmed herself down.&nbsp; He wanted her completely naked in front of these people.&nbsp; She could hardly believe they were doing this!&nbsp; <br><br>Mara continued her slow rhythmic pole dance and reached her arms back to release the corset.&nbsp; There were a total of twenty seven hooks and eyes pulling it together, but she managed to un-hook them all with a couple of deft movements in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; She let her breasts fall free and dropped the corset to the ground.&nbsp; All she wore now were the garters, stockings and crotchless lace panties.&nbsp; Nothing to get in the way.<br><br>"You're turn honey, your Armani's beginning to chafe..."&nbsp; Mara slipped off of Andrew and stood over to the side, giving their voyeuristic neighbors a clear view of&nbsp; her lounging husband with his glistening cock sticking straight up out of his suit pants. Did she here the woman gasp from across the chasm of empty seats?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 14:54:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When the corset is tossed to the side, he lets his eyes roam over his wifes body before looking across the way. Their spectators could clearly see that she was entirely naked now - apart from what few garments she still wore - and he eagerly began unbuttoning his shirt even as he stands up. A minute later, his clothes are neatly folded on the back of a chair and he pulls his wife to him, spinning her around to face their spectators. His hands wrap around her, to start massaging her breasts, tugging on her nipples, as he nibbles on her neck and ear. "Lets give them a good show." He whispers into her ear, his slick cock sliding length wise across her crack.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 16:30:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara arches her back into Andrew&nbsp; and reaches her arms around to his hips.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just as she's about respond, she hears the sudden burst of sound that only happens when the box door is opened onto the hallway.&nbsp; It is opened and shut quickly.&nbsp; Mara stiffens in surprise and a bit of shock, she hadn't expected anyone to come visit them.&nbsp; She can sense the presence of someone standing behind them.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh my god, Andrew, who just came in?"&nbsp; She was suddenly too nervous to look.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 16:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was too enamored with her to realize that anyone had entered until she spoke. He doesn't break away from her or stop caressing her breasts. He turns his head, to see a shocked waitress staring at them, her face already flushed in embarrassment. "It looks like some one has decided to join us." He responds coyly, eying the waitress.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 17:15:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara relaxed back into Andrew's arms, knowing it was a only a waitress and not someone important made her relax again.&nbsp; She turned to address the girl over her shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, young lady, you can either come over here and join us or you can get out."&nbsp; Mara said over her shoulder.&nbsp; The girl hovered for a moment, seemed to come to a decision and finally came closer to them.&nbsp; Mara leaned forward so the girl could get a better look at Andrew's fully erect cock and Mara's daintily clad torso.<br><br>Mara reached a hand out to her, "Come on, we don't bite." <br><br>Mara reached back and caressed Andrew's cheek.<br><br>"Well, We don't bite strangers, anyway."<br><br>The waitress stretched her hand out in return and Mara pulled her in to her.&nbsp; Mara gave her a gentle kiss.<br><br>"Get completely naked." She ordered.<br><br>The girl's eyes widened and a smile crept across her face.&nbsp; She quickly disrobed and stood waiting further instructions.&nbsp; <br>Mara traced her jaw and looked into her eyes.&nbsp; She looked willing but a little unsure of herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Welcome.&nbsp; Is there anything you are not willing to do with a man or a woman?"<br><br>The girl took a moment to look back and forth between Andrew and Mara.&nbsp; <br><br>"No, ma'am. I'm willing To do whatever you like.&nbsp; Of course, I'll be losing my intermission tip income if I stay."<br><br>Mara put her hands on the girls breasts and matched Andrews continued caresses of her own.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't worry, my dear girl.&nbsp; We'll make&nbsp; up for that."&nbsp; &nbsp;Mara spread her legs a little and gently pushed the girl down toward her very wet pussy.&nbsp; "Why don't you start there."<br><br><br>Mara was in heaven.&nbsp; A sweet soft tongue flicking against her clit, a hard cock nestled against her lower back and a man's strong hands caressing her breasts.&nbsp; Still, intermission was only fifteen minutes long.&nbsp; <br><br>"Andrew, darling, how would you like this young girl to pleasure you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 19:07:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The waitress was soon naked and he grinned as she went down on his wife. It wasn't often they'd had threesomes. The girl was a good deal younger then them which would be a nice change - a tight, young body - not that he would complain about his beautiful wife. A thought crossed his mind and he was very ready to respond to his wifes situation. <br><br>"Why don't the two of you lay down on the floor, in the 69 postion. Mara on top. That way I can fuck you doggystyle and switch between that and having our kind Waitress suck my cock and balls. Not to mention she can continue to lick your clit while I fuck you." He says, motioning for them to get in position. Once they are in position, he kneels behind his wife and dangles his balls in front of the Waitress, indicating for her to suck on them. Meanwhile, he begins fingering Mara.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 21:24:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara happily responded to her husband's desires.&nbsp; She knew he was happy with her, and she kept her body up--for herself as much as for his pleasure.&nbsp; When they had recently discovered their need to expand their combined sexual exploits, she'd felt safe enough to tell Andrew she also liked women.&nbsp; Andrew had taken it quite well. As far as Mara could tell, Andrew never questioned her loyalty to him as her husband.&nbsp; She would never dream of giving herself over to another man.<br><br>She happily lapped at the unexpected pussy in front of her. None of her planning could have included this.&nbsp; She found her tongue catching on a small ring on the labia and pulled it gently between her teeth. Then, she moved her tongue in a silent alphabet around the girl's clit.&nbsp; &nbsp; Andrew's fingers were working their magic. Lifting her face off for a moment to look between her own legs and could make out the girl happily lapping at her husband.&nbsp; He did love a mouth on his cock and his balls.&nbsp; And the waitress looked like she enjoyed dishing it up.<br><br>Mara felt herself on the verge of orgasm already.&nbsp; It wouldn't take much on Andrew's part, or the girl's for that matter, to make her come. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 21:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The girl eagerly sucked on his balls and he soon places the head of his slick cock in her mouth. It was still slick with Mars juices but the girl did not seem to mind, eagerly sucking as much of him as she could given her position. His fingers, meanwhile, slide into the wetness of Mara, thumb stroking her clit. He finally pulls his fingers out and places his cock at her entrance, burying himself into her a moment later. As he does so, he can feel the girls nose pressing against his sack as she licks Maras clit. He slowly begins to thrust into her, slapping her ass playfully once or twice. This had turned out to be an interesting night he thought. There was still plenty of Opera to watch and he planned to enjoy every minute of it. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 22:23:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara was finding it increasingly difficult to focus as the girl's tongue was applying delicious pressure to her own clit while Andrew moved in and out of her.&nbsp; The little slap on her ass sent her over the edge.<br><br>It was all too much for her and she found herself coming fast and hard.&nbsp; She lifted herself off the girl and arched her head back as she felt the full force of her orgasm.&nbsp; She suppressed a scream, but just barely.&nbsp; She turned her head to the side and saw the couple across the way had stood up to see the action going on just below the balcony railing.&nbsp; They had become a spectator sport, and Mara felt herself come again.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 22:28:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Mara cums - twice - he grins, knowing how much of a turn on it had been for her. He pulls out of her and grins down at the girl. "My turn." He says, moving to lay between her legs. He didn't bother to wait for her to say anything, quickly impaling himself into her. He leans down, kissing the girl on the lips first, then down to nip on one of her erect nipples. The taste of Mara was still fresh on her lips and he begins to pound into the tight young girl. He looks up at his wife then. "Should I cum all over her face, dearest, or in her mouth?" He asks, not breaking his thrusting one bit, burying himself into the girl with each thrust.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 22:37:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Darling, let her taste your sweetness. In her mouth if you please."&nbsp; Mara grinned.&nbsp; Might as well give the waitress a little treat.&nbsp; The question was, would he lay across her and fuck her face or bring her to her knees?&nbsp; The waitress seemed amiable to anything they threw at her.&nbsp; Mara flopped back into one of the chairs to enjoy the show.&nbsp; The couple across the way were now leaning over their own balcony edge, trying to get closer.&nbsp; Mara waved at them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 22:42:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was really pounding in the girl, who squealed in pleasure, clutching at his ass, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He was getting closer, and the girl was pushed over the edge by the whole thing, cumming around his cock and moaning loudly as she did so. It was almost too much for him so he pulled out, dripping with her juices, and straddles her chest, hands moving to hold her head up as he forces his cock into her mouth. His hips begin thrusting again, nearly causing the girl to gag on him but she recovered nicely. He grunted now and again, then with his cock lodged in her throat, he let out one final moan. Her eyes bulge wide as she feels his sticky seed shoot down her throat and can only swallow it. He relaxes his grip on her once he is done, letting her suck on his cock a while longer before pulling out. He moves over and collapses into a chair beside his wife, drapping an arm around her shoulder, looking at the girl. "Did you want to bring her home with us?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>19-06-2008, 22:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The thought of leaving early and heading to the apartment for an all night session with the two of them got Mara going again.&nbsp; She could sleep on the plane out to Seattle.&nbsp; <br><br>Mara laughed. "Why darling, what do you have in mind for an encore?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 22:30:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew grins and nods his head, eying over the girl. "Of course, if she would care to join us. We'll pay her a healthy tip, like we promised, and I do think she has a...thirst for this sort of thing." His grin broadens. "And I will be so lonely this weekend." He adds, hand curling through the hair of his wife. "Besides, I think it would make a very good parting present for the both of us." He turns his eyes to the girl. "What do you think?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 22:40:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara considered for a moment.&nbsp; Most of their antics had been done together--with additions, yes--but the two of them AND someone else.&nbsp; She trusted him, though.&nbsp; This waitress might be a fun fuck for a weekend, a week or even longer, but she was no threat to their marriage. <br><br>"Well.&nbsp; Seeing that I'll be spending some time getting Julie ready, perhaps it would be only fair if you had something to occupy yourself this weekend," she said to Andrew.<br><br>"Young lady.&nbsp; Do you understand that by coming with us tonight, you will be staying and doing anything--I mean anything at all--that is asked of you until Andrew decides it's time for you to leave?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 22:53:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber was licking her lips gently as Mara and Andrew began discussing her. Using her tongue gently to clean off the remnants of him within her mouth. She was focused on the conversation going on before her though, taking it into serious consideration. Somehow a simple check up on the box had escalated into something she wasn't quiet able to describe. She was not unexperienced in sex, but she still had a lot of things on her list of things to try. <br><br>With a sender hand she brushed her bright red bangs out of her eyes, her forehead slick with some perspiration. The couple before her was either married or a very open dating couple. From the age she would guess they were married. She hadn't seen them before, but she was new to the job. Neither was unattractive, and neither seemed disappointing in their exploits. <br><br>Amber's attention was brought solely to the women. The women held an air about her that got Ambers respect, and interest. "Yes ma'am, I understand." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 23:03:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew grins at the girl. "Good. Very good. What is your name? I am Andrew, and this is my lovely wife, Mara." He says, introducing the two to the girl. They were both around the 30 mark in age, and in healthy shape. A lot of procreation and physical fitness made sure of that. The waitress did not look half bad herself, he thought, and he would very much enjoy the pleasures of her flesh this weekend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 23:13:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber smiled slightly at the pair, she was younger by around 10 years by her estimate. She was 19, 20 in two months. Her body was slender and trim, used but not so used as to sacrifice any of her tightness. Shoulder-length red hair cropped around her face highlighted a strong jaw and soft green eyes full of what looked like an almost innocent lustfulness, with a strong undercurrent of perversion. "Amber. Nice to meet you Andrew, Mara." She said each of their names with a polite nod of the head in their direction.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 23:37:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara liked the way Amber bobbed her young little head.&nbsp; She pointed to her clothing on the floor.<br><br>"You may start by helping me get redressed."&nbsp; The corset had been a bitch to get into by herself, why attempt it alone when she had this hand-maiden so close by.<br><br>Mara wondered if Amber had ever been handcuffed to a wall before.&nbsp; <br><br>"I've seen this opera a dozen times, shall we leave as soon as we are dressed?"<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>20-06-2008, 23:48:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber bent down and picked up the clothing off the floor, piling it all onto an empty seat for the simple sake of not having to bend down that far again. She sorted the clothes quickly into piled by their respective owners then pinpointed Mara's corset. Amber had never worn a corset, but from simply looking at one she could tell it would be a bother to put on, let alone really move in. <br><br>"I'm stuck here until 30 minutes after the curtain before I can clock out." She loosened the corset before getting it onto Mara and restarting the tightening process. It was a lot of effort to wear a corset, but Amber had to agree that they were incredibly sensual. Corsets were added to her mental list of things to work on. Somehow she got the vibe that Andrew and Mara would help her with checking a good number of things off her list. Not to mention they had yet to disappoint as far as skill was concerned. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 00:38:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew took a minute to collect himself before he started to pull his suit back on. He straightened out his tie and took a seat once he had redressed, watching the two girls do the same. "I think it'd be best to see things through. Perhaps meet her out back after the show? That way we can all leave discreetly - no one but our fans across the way would know the better." He says with a smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 00:43:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara and Andrew simply held hands as they watched the plight of the poor lovers on stage.&nbsp; Amneris and Aida died beautifully in each others arms as they were buried alive.&nbsp; The staging was magnificent.&nbsp; Mara blew one last kiss to the box across the way as they exited&nbsp; their box for the evening.&nbsp; They were going to retrieve Andrew's other love--his car--from the garage and meet up with Amber a block away.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 00:54:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber got dressed again and parted ways from the couple, busying herself with her actual job again. She had seen every performance of the opera since it arrived in town and was almost certain she could sing the role of Aida from memory by now. Her first actual break was over the weekend, a lucky break indeed. She wrapped up quickly after the curtains closed, picking up all the programs in her area in record speed, changing into her normal clothes and clocking out. <br><br>A block away from the stage exit she stood leaning against the street lamp. The yellow light shimmered around her, bouncing off her hair and silky smooth legs that were exposed up to her mid thigh, a short black skirt pulled up meeting with bottom of her white button-down top, the top few buttons undone. Her tongue moved anxiously over her lip. She was, against what was probably better judgment, excited about what would happen to her over the coming days. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 15:01:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew was in the drivers seat of his Hummer. Not ideal for city life, but it was a show that he could afford it - and the ever increasing price of gas. Parking wasn't an issue, as he always used private-parking garages or valet services. The rims sparkled in the street light, the hummer a deep red in color, all the windows tinted nearly black. Mara sits in the passenger seat and he peels around a corner, scouring for the girl - Amber, he reminded himself. He spotted her on the corner ahead and pulls up to her. He smiles as he sees her wearing a short black skirt and button down shirt. Very nice, he thought, his loins stirring slightly at the thought of what was to come. He rolled down the window of the passenger side and waved at her. "Hop on in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 15:17:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This small road wasn't very heavy for traffic, not even right after a show. In her short wait for the couple no other cars had come down the street, only flickered quickly past it on either side. She wasn't waiting long but even that time was a little anxious, but none the less excited. When finally a car turned onto the road she couldn't help but notice that it was pricey. She didn't know cars well but she was certain it was a around the equivalent of a mortgage to fuel something like that. Andrew rolled down the window and called her over, she didn't hesitate. Quickly she opened the door, she had to jumped up a little to get into the back seat. Once she was in she shut the door behind her and looked around, she'd never been in a hummer. The back was spacious, she couldn't help but get the feeling that with a spacious car like this, and a couple like this, she was sitting where they had had sex. She didn't say anything yet, still a tiny bit iffy about the whole thing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 16:10:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara turned to greet Amber.&nbsp; <br><br>"Being punctual is a good start."<br><br>She sifted in the hummer's front seat.&nbsp; Mara wasn't thrilled when Andrew purchased the hummer, but he seemed to like it for some "guy" reason.&nbsp; She preferred her own Bugatti, but she was a bit shorter than he was.--and he hated getting into it, tucking his legs into the front passenger seat was always a challenge.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the headroom and all the maneuverability in the back.&nbsp; It was perhaps the only car made where you could have sex nearly standing up.&nbsp; At least he picked a cheery color.<br><br>"Some house rules, dear.&nbsp; You really shouldn't tell anyone you know where you are.&nbsp; It's more for our privacy than for any other reason.&nbsp; If you truly want to leave, you may.&nbsp; Pick a word that you'd like and Andrew or I will open the front door. And you will be free.&nbsp; However, once you use that word, you will have to leave and not come back-ever.&nbsp; We are very generous people.&nbsp; If you perform your duties well, you will be rewarded.&nbsp; You may eat or drink anything in the apartment. You may also wear any clothing you find."<br><br>Mara reached over to Andrew's pants and put her hand on his crotch.&nbsp; <br><br>"This is a very important person to me.&nbsp; He is mine. I am his.&nbsp; We play well with others, but our relationship is the primary one.&nbsp; We are in charge at all times. Do you have any questions?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 17:06:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They were an interesting couple. Well off from the looks of it, still full of lust, trust, excitement and adventure. She was beginning to see the outlines of what she wished her marriage could one day be. She listened intently to Mara, they did seem nice enough about the entire situation. And she was being old to select a safeword. The use of a safeword meant that some sort of rough play would probably be involved. That thought made Amber smile. She was starting to lose the anxiety. But she needed a safeword- something that she wouldn't use otherwise. Something she could remember.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded as Mara finished, the two were interesting her to no end. She doubted she would pose any issue to them. Andrew was attractive, so was Mara, but she wasn't interested in a relationship with either of them, just a good time with some more experienced colleagues. "I understand. No questions." She smirked a little "My word will be 'platypus', I'm pretty sure it wouldn't come up otherwise." Unless they asked her what he favourite animal was, but somehow she doubted it would come up over the weekend. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 17:37:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew had turned his attention back to driving and jerked the wheel when he felt Maras hand grab his crotch. He grins at her, letting the two talk, as he makes their way back to the apartment. The modern style furnishings provided an assortment of fun places where they'd be able to spend the weekend. "Platypus." He responds, nodding his head. "I think that will work perfectly." He turns his head to smile at Mara briefly before returning his attention to the road.<br><br>Several minutes later, they pull into a private parking garage for residents, underneath the apartment complex. He puts the Hummer in PARK in their designated spot, and exits the vehicle. He waits for the two to do the same before heading to the elevator. "We're on floor 18 - the pent house suite actually. The elevator will take us right to the main hallway of the apartment. Any questions?"&nbsp; He says, stepping into the elevator.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 23:18:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber watched the scenery fly past them, liking the high angle that the hummer provided. She was not all that height inclined herself so the car did make her feel even smaller then average, but that thought was far from the forefront of her mind. The houses and apartments in the area were nice, much nicer then hers. <br><br>After glancing around she could tell many of the other vehicles here were rather nice, but she kept primary focus. Did she had any questions. Simple enough, what would happen over the course of the weekend? She could ask, but it would take away from half the fun. She decided against asking. "I think I'm pretty set." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 17:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A matter of minutes later and they were in the Modern Apartment. Its decor was simple but extravagant - everything one would think of when thinking about the Modern style. He locks the door behind them, flicks on a few lights, and leads them into the living room. "Why don't you two get naked and friendly while I go grab up some drinks?" He suggests, hardly waiting for an answer before moving off into the kitchen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 18:15:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Amber, you can start by helping me out of my clothes.&nbsp; Make it pleasurable for me as you work."&nbsp; As fun as it is to wear--and Mara loved the effect it had on her husband--it was time to take off the corset.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mara loved to be undressed by others.&nbsp; She wondered how much exploration Amber would do.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 18:44:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber looked over Mara curiously, she'd never pleasurably undressed another women. She figured it would be easier though, they had more erogenous spots then guys did. First to go was the Armani gown, that was simply done softly, with a few gentle caresses over her thigh as it was exposed. Then the corset and garter set were remaining. Amber moved behind Mara and began to undo the back, placing gentle kisses against her spine as more and more skin was exposed. Amber's hands moved to the front of the corset where it was still holding, her small fingers slid over the sides of her breasts and to the front, sliding between the corset and her breasts, she wiggled her fingers slightly, enough to let the corset lose it's suction and fall to the floor. Her hands stayed where they were though, gently stroking at the exposed skin, then sliding down her sides until her finger hit the top of the crotchless underwear. She hooked her fingers into the panties and slowly began to slower them, stopping every now and then to run her fingers over the newest level of exposed skin. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 19:46:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew had disappeared into the Kitchen. He undressed there, laying his suit over a chair. The dry-cleaners would have to take extra care with it this time, he thought. There were some...bodily fluids on it still. He stripped down to his boxers, removing all over items of clothing, before pouring three glasses of wine. Caring the three glasses carefully, he returns to the living room and sets them down on the table, taking one for himself, grinning at the two as he sees Amber undressing his wife. He sits down on the couch, legs spread shoulder width apart, and sips from the wine, enjoying the show.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>22-06-2008, 23:57:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara was surprised by Amber's gentleness and caresses.&nbsp; The kisses along the spine sent little tremors through her, and she could feel her own juices begin to flow again.&nbsp; <br><br>It was clear, then, Amber enjoyed women more than merely tolerated being with a woman.&nbsp; That was good.&nbsp; Andrew had plunked himself down on the sofa and was watching them.&nbsp; She moved Amber's hands off of her and stepped away.&nbsp; Turned on her heel and looked appraisingly at her.<br><br>"Your turn to get naked, my dear."&nbsp; She said to Amber.<br><br>"Andrew Darling, you only have me for a couple of hours before I leave.&nbsp; I'm having a hard time deciding...Should I cuff her to the bed and use my strap on to open her ass for you?&nbsp; Or, do you think she needs a little spanking first?&nbsp; Or should we keep her upright...Hang her from the bar set?&nbsp; I'm not sure I feel like dealing with ropes tonight....So many possibilities..."&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 21:58:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber unbuttoned her top first, letting it drop to the floor before hitching her thumb in the band of her skirt and pulling it down slowly. Her underware wasn't nearly as exciting as Mara's, obviously she hadn't come to work with the idea of getting laid. A plain black bra and panties held her in. <br><br>Her gaze shifted between the pair. They were so cool and relaxed about-everything. Mara's different situations making Amber lick her lips slightly in excitement. She unclipped the bra and pulled down the thong to match, standing nude before them and wondering what Andrew would prefer, she watched him with curious eyes. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 22:06:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand moves down to rub at the hardness hidden by his boxers, though it was nearly poking through the slit in the front. He takes another sip of the wine, swishing it around in his mouther as he contemplates what to do. "Hmm..." He starts, looking over Amber with lust in his eyes. "I do love the idea of watching you take her ass with a strap-on...perhaps we can double fuck her?" He eyes lock on Ambers. "Tell me, have you ever been fucked in both holes at the same time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>23-06-2008, 22:12:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber's eye caught Andrews hand rubbing at itself. The sexuality in this room was so intense. She could feel herself becoming moist again, looking at the pair of them, Andrew the only member of the group who was covered. Her green eyes met sharply onto Andrews, the lust from his gaze matching her own quickening lustfulness. She was like the new toy in the house. "No. Never." Her eyes held his, intense and willing, oh so willing.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 00:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, darling, You always do come up with a solution!"&nbsp; She looked over at Amber.&nbsp; The girl was clearly ready to try out new things. "Perhaps we should move to the play room--the toys are more easily accessible."<br><br>The play room was a separate room from their bedroom or their guest quarters.&nbsp; It was built specifically for their sexual adventures and provided a mutual territory for their various activities.&nbsp; No one but Andrew and Mara slept in their bedroom.&nbsp; But the play room was open to all in whatever combinations there happened to be.<br><br>Black cabinets hid the toys from the casual observer, but a curious person might recognize the odd shaped rings and hooks around the room as the various holds for ropes that they were. There were several bed configurations.&nbsp; A smaller twin bed on one side of the room, a larger king in the middle.&nbsp; o-Ring hooks in the floor surrounded the bed, but they were easily camouflaged.&nbsp; Mara opened the cabinet that contained the various strap on components and insertible toys--vibes, dildos, anal plugs in all manner of silicone and glass were neatly lined up.&nbsp; Bottles of lube, gloves and other accouterments were neatly organized.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 04:27:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber found herself engrossed in the room. Normally she wouldn't pick up on some of the hooks or rings, but today she was attuned to them. The room was fantastical, surely it was one of the better rooms she'd seen, and she had been looking. She turned around slowly to more carefully examine the room, it looked harmless enough but Amber could almost play in her head scenario's that had or would happen in the room. The sheer variety accessible in the cabinet was pretty intense, enough to make Amber smile faintly, stepping closer to Mara to get a better look. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 05:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara wondered if Andrew was going to follow them into the room right away or if he was going to let them get started without him.&nbsp; <br><br>She let Amber eye the toys in the closet for a moment before saying,"Well, Amber.&nbsp; In honor of this being your first double fuck, why don't you pick the cock you'd like up your ass?"&nbsp; Mara motioned to a row of strap on cocks.&nbsp; &nbsp;"That is, any of the blue set."&nbsp; The blue set all had double cocks.&nbsp; Mara liked having a cock inside her as she fucked her lovers.&nbsp; The sizes all varied, however.&nbsp; Some were slim&nbsp; straight on the receiver's end and others were larger than the typical real cock.&nbsp; &nbsp; With the largest in her ass and Andrew in her pussy, Amber wouldn't have any free space left inside of her. <br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 05:44:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber looked along the rows of strap ons. They must have had a toy for every day of the year. Organized by size Amber found herself throughly engaged in the selection process, really considering the ramifications of each of the dildos before her. The smallest of the batch were obviously out in an instant. Then came the medium sizes, also out. Then the ones the size of a normal cock, or larger. The largest were out. She ended up selecting one the size of a large cock, complete with minor ribbing along the surface. She picked it up. "I think this will do nicely." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 07:36:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara smiled and put the chosen toy into the strap. She inserted the first end into her own, quite wet pussy.&nbsp; She had the strap on in place and ready to go in quite short order. <br><br>"Now dear girl, why don't we have a little go at that pussy of yours to get some juices movin' from the front side.&nbsp; I always think my own juices make such a great lube.&nbsp; With this guy you're going to need something to help slide it in."<br><br>Mara motioned Amber over to the bed.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 14:21:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew indeed followed them into the room, grinning as he watches Amber select a large cock for her ass. At least she wasn't afraid of such things, he thought, this weekend will surely be fun. He slips his boxers off now, freeing his own large, clean shaven cock, and moves over to the bed. "I agree...while Mara works on that tight pussy of yours, why don't you show me what you can do with your mouth." He says, hopping up onto the bed with them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 15:18:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber knew that she wasn't going to need any real work to get her juices flowing down there. But the thought of getting fucked was never one she readily turned away. <br><br>She looked at Andrew up as he spoke "Yessir." She was getting so much attention. She was going to be fucked while giving head, then fucked while getting sodomized. The thought made even less need for Mara to get her juices flowing. She moved to the bed and laid down, leaving enough room in front of her for Mara, and between her and the headboard for Andrew to position himself nicely. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 15:36:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew grins, moving to sit in front of her, legs spread to either side of her arms to allow her to move closer to him. His hard cock stood erect and lay against his belly as he laid back against some pillows, supported by the head board. "Less talking, more sucking." He says, looking from her to his wife who would be just about ready to start fucking her in the pussy, doggystyle.<br><br>From here, it would be easy to DP the girl. He could scoot down the bed, lay under her and take her pussy while Mara could mount her from behind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 15:50:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber nodded slightly, her lips curved into a coy smile as she lent forward, the edges of her closed lips brushing against him first, then she flicked a tongue out from between, small lapping caresses to the top of his head. She lent a little closer, her tongue swirling around the rim of his head, reaching back to the place where the head meets the shaft, letting her tongue linger in the small indent there before sliding it around the entire head, taking him into her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 18:36:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Andrew, babe, this girl is just flowing.&nbsp; I think there's enough juice here to lube the world."&nbsp; Mara laughed. <br><br>She slapped Amber's ass as she came in close from behind.&nbsp; She watched the girl engulf Andrew's cock for a moment before plunging her own cock into Amber's pussy.&nbsp; Mara's side of the double-headed cock pushed equally into her own dripping pussy.&nbsp; She blew a kiss at Andrew over the girl's back.&nbsp; She moved the cock back and forth a couple of times, and pulled the cock slowly out of the dripping cunt before her.&nbsp; She placed the tip of it gently against the girl's little bud.<br><br>"Now Amber, beg for me to move this into your ass.&nbsp; Tell me how hard you want me to fuck you in the ass."&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 19:20:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew lets out a soft moan as she engulfs the head of his cock, hands moving to press on the back of her head to force her to take more of him into her mouth. "Mhm, yeah, suck that cock." He says softly, grinning up at Mara as she penetrates the girl's pussy. "Get her more aroused first, dearest. I want her to work me up too." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 20:23:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're always so patient, darling.&nbsp; I suppose I can warm her up a bit more..."&nbsp; Mara moved the cock slowly back to Amber's pussy.&nbsp; She moved slowly back and forth, her mind wandered a bit as she watched Andrew's hands pressing Amber's head towards his cock.&nbsp; She loved his hands.&nbsp; She loved to watch them as he stroked and played with himself,&nbsp; or when he roamed them all over her body, or when he was using them to move or touch another woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She moved a hand down to Amber's clit and rubbed it for a moment as she collected some of Amber's juices on her fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;She inserted one finger into Amber's tight little asshole, swirling around to open it up. She pulled it out and crossed a second finger over the first, she put both fingers in and continued to work on relaxing the tight sphincter. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>24-06-2008, 23:13:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Mara pushed into her Amber moaned around Andrews cock, her tongue flicking against the underside as she took him deeper. In longing she spread her legs wider, opening herself up for the dildo as she began to rock against Mara. With every thrust Amber pushed back against Mara, making the dildo glide into it's furthest point. When Mara pulled back Ambr moved forward, engulfing Andrews cock and sliding her tongue along it until she rocked back against the dildo, an occasional sigh escaping&nbsp; <br><br>Andrew's hand on the back of her head made her slide forward and hold him deep in her, sucking hungerly at his cock, her lips tightening and loosing around him. Another moan seeped through when Mara touched her clit, making her rock back again towards the women behind her. Her hardened nipples just brushed against the bed as she moved from one way to the next, instinctually moving forward to take Andrew deeper when Mara slid her fingers in Amber's ass. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 02:40:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew enjoyed watching her rock back and forth, along with the pleasure it sent coursing down his shaft. He moans again, feeling her throat around the head of his cock and slides one hand from her head down and around to cup her breast. He pinches her nipple, smiling up at Mara and the look on her face. "What do you think? Ready for a double fucking?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 22:15:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara slapped Amber's ass again, harder this time.&nbsp; She slammed the cock into Amber's pussy one last time, and held her by her hips for a moment.<br><br>"You bet I am honey.&nbsp; Why don't you slide in under.&nbsp; Once your in, I'll ream her from behind..."&nbsp; Mara pulled the blue cock out of Amber and stepped back, giving her husband space to maneuver.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 22:38:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew grins, pulling Ambers head up before sliding his legs together and shuffling down the bed between her legs. He leans forward to suck on her nipple while he takes cock in hand, rubbing it across her dripping pussy as she mounts him. He places it at her opening, allowing her to sink down on him when she was ready.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 22:52:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber sighs slightly, feeling the dildo being removed from her pussy. It continued to drip and wait hungry for more. When Andrew removed the cock from her mouth she gave it another small lick before propping herself up, giving him room to slide below her. "Yea." She whispers softly as he begins to suck her nipple and adjust their position. Once he is right below her she sunk down onto him, about halfway down his cock. He slid in easy, she was already open and seeping with natural lubricant. She wanted to start pumping at him but was too excited about the cock that would do into her ass right after, she wanted that to happen now. She didn't want to be moving the target. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 23:26:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara waited until Amber was fully on Andrew's cock before taking aim at her ass. She edged the tip of the cock against the hole she had prepped with her fingers.&nbsp; She edged the tip of the cock in slowly, waiting for the girl's ass to relax and let the rest slide in.&nbsp; Once it was up to the hilt she started to pump in and out, working with Andrew to develop a rhythm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 14:42:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He lets out a soft moan as her eager, dripping cunt is lowered on his cock. He moves his hands up her sides to caress her breasts, thumbing her hard nipples even as his wife takes her in the ass. He can feel the pressure of the strap-on pressing into her, and as Mara starts thrusting into Amber, he starts to thrust his hips up into her too, soon falling in sync with the motions of his wife.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 16:40:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The double sided cock inside&nbsp; Mara worked in sync with the ones in Amber's pussy and ass.&nbsp; Mara closed her eyes to keep her mind on the rhythm she and Andrew were creating.&nbsp; It wasn't long before she was ready to come.&nbsp; Mara saw it as something of a&nbsp; failing; the third or fourth time in a day was usually fast and easy for her--sometimes too easy.&nbsp; She allowed herself to come, quietly but with great intensity and power.&nbsp; She would continue until the other two had both had their own fill, but now, she could observe Andrew and Amber with a clarity she couldn't before--the way the sinews of their muscles clenched and relaxed in the mutual rhythm of their sex, the sounds they each made in synchronistic&nbsp; little bursts...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 17:01:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber can't help but moan with practically every thrust. Her entire lower half seemed enraptured. When they pulled back she felt almost free, and then they would come thrusting back in, making both her holes open wide, almost press against the other. She clenched her fist on the bed, her head arching up slightly as they continued to pound on her, Andrew working her nipples as well. <br><br>She could feel herself tightening around them, specifically around Andrew in her pussy. She was going to come but really, who could blame her? She worked with them, moving herself a little down and a little back, so each thrust struck deeper. She didn't have the experience of Mara so she was still rather loud about her orgasms. As her thighs began to tense and convulsions rocked her tender sex she let out a loud sustained moan. Her back arched more, causing Andrew's hold on her nipples to be a pull, instantly she felt Andrews cock slide in more slick, feeling herself dripping with her own juices. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 19:56:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both Mara and Amber seemed to cum at the same time, with Ambers wet pussy clenching down around his shaft. He could tell by the look on Mara's face that she had cummed again, and he tweaks Ambers nipples again, right in the middle of her orgasm. He continues thrusting his hips upwards as he speaks. "Should I cum in her pussy or in her mouth?" He asks, looking up at Mara, though Amber could respond just as well. He wasn't sure what sort of birth control she was on, but she hadn't fussed about him wearing a condom or not.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>26-06-2008, 21:56:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Her mouth, darling, her mouth."&nbsp; She always loved to watch him load up a girl with his sweet semen.&nbsp; Mara pulled the blue cock out of Amber and stood back to watch her drink it down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mara felt physically relaxed, satisfied and wiped out at the same time.&nbsp; Bed and sleep was beginning to sound like a good idea....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 01:05:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber sighed as the cock was pulled out of her ass and they discussed where Andrew would come on her. It was one of her many kinks to be came on, but in the mouth was just fine with her. She was on birth control so she didn't have any particular aversion to him coming inside her, but something told her that this weekend he could change it up and come on pretty much anyplace she or he wanted. When they agreed on her mouth she obediently opened her mouth wide, waiting for him, ready to suck out all of his orgasm. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 14:43:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods his head and waits for Amber to dismount before moving quickly to his knees in front of her, jerking his cock until he can shove it into her mouth. It is still slick with her own juices, and a few moments later he groans as he cums, his hot sticky seed squirting into the back of her throat. "Mhm...that was good..." He moans, falling back onto the bed as his cock grows limp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 16:16:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She waited patiently while he did his business, taking him in and swallowing the sticky warm seed that filled the back side of her mouth. She gulped it all down and then shook her head, licking her lips a little and sitting up on her bottom, looking between the two. She was still breathing heavier then normal, but the other two looked tired as well. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 16:25:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara leaned over and kissed Amber on the forehead and moved to Andrew and kissed him as well.<br><br>"That was a lovely evening," she said.&nbsp; "And, I have just enough time to take a nap before my plane leaves.&nbsp; You two have a lovely weekend, though.&nbsp; Honey, I'll give you a call when the plane lands."&nbsp; <br><br>Mara headed toward her own bedroom.&nbsp; She was so tired, she didn't really care if Andrew stayed with Amber or followed her.&nbsp; He knew she didn't like to sleep alone, but that didn't mean he wouldn't stay and play with Amber some more.&nbsp; She blew them both kisses as she paused at the playroom door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 18:26:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He takes a few moments to collect himself before sliding off the bed. He turns to Amber. "You may sleep anywhere you like - apart from in bed with Mara and myself - and I expect you to be naked by the time i wake up in the morning." He picks up his boxers. "Oh - and I expect to wake up to you sucking my cock. Understand?" He says, looking at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 18:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara was pleased to find Andrew was going to follow her.&nbsp; She really preferred to fall asleep with his strong arms around her, but she'd never beg him to come with her.&nbsp; She headed for their room and slipped into bed knowing his warmth would be pressed up against her soon enough.&nbsp; The alarm was set for just a couple of hours away.&nbsp; Mara fell into a completely sated sleep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 18:58:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber listened to Mara and Andrew, nodding at Andrews commands "Yes, sir." She was already nude and her clothes were off in the living room. She saw no point in getting dressed at all if she'd have to strip down again in the morning. The only people who would walk in on her would be Mara or Andrew, and it was nothing neither of them hadn't seen. Once they left she simply stayed on the bed. It was nice enough, and not theirs, so it fit his requirements. She fell to sleep easily and quickly, knowing that she'd have to just wake up early to preform her first task, ad hoping she didn't sleep in. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 22:25:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie Ann stared in the mirror with distressed green eyes. Her hair hung in soft curves over her shoulders and down her back. Picking up a hair scrunchy she had sewn from scraps of elastic and fabric, she pulled her wild mane of red hair into a reasonably contained pony tail. But she still looked so slutty in these new clothes. Her breasts clearly wanted to escape the too-tight sweater-dress. And this so-called black—perfect for a business lunch that extends into the evening—sweater dress looked more porn-star chic, resembling nothing so much as a too-tight, too-short sweater. It barely slipped below her crotch. She kept tugging at it, but nothing could make it conservative. The black stockings he had suggested she pair with it didn't really help, only emphasizing her long slender legs. And those 4” stiletto heals, Mara would think her assistant worked the streets after hours. <br><br>Adding lip gloss, eye liner, and mascara, she shook her head and decided to pack some of her normal, appropriately fitting clothing. She could change once Mara realized what a mistake the Saks salesman had made. As she finished the last of her packing, the telephone rang. It was the limousine. The driver was scheduled to pick her up first, because Mara preferred to sleep in as long as possible. <br><br>Wobbling downstairs on too-high heels, she handed the driver her bags and prepared for an evening. Thank God she had been able to get the hotel room situation straightened out.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 23:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara slipped out of the apartment as planned. As she climbed into the limo and buckled up, she was gratified to find an uncomfortable looking Julie Ann waiting for her.&nbsp; Mara could see by her fidgeting that she was extremely aware of her clothing.&nbsp; <br><br>"God, what a night," she exclaimed.&nbsp; "I sure as hell hope you have my coffee ready."&nbsp; In spite of her desire to sleep on the plane, Mara knew that sleeping upright had never worked for her.&nbsp; She envied Andrew's ability to sleep anywhere in just about any position.&nbsp; <br><br>She reached out an expectant hand to Julie Ann.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>27-06-2008, 23:50:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber awoke bright and early. At least she figured it was bright and early, the room had no windows. She was a little out of it for a moment, but then realized with a start once she realized she was nude. She sat up and glanced around, praying she was not late. When she peeked through the door Mara and Andrew had left though she spotted the bedroom, and the bed, holding only one figure. Flicking aside a strand of red hair she moved over towards the bed, climbing onto it and slowly lowering the blankets. She got them just past his cock and then lent down, using her hand to tip him into her mouth. Gently she began to suck on him, feeling him(or at least his member) stir to life. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 00:10:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Julie and Mara in the Limousine</strong><br><br><br>As Mara approached the limousine, Julie Ann took a moment to caress her employer's form with her eyes. She loved how stylish Mara always looked, how her clothes fit so perfectly. When Mara held out a hand for help, Julie felt a dumb grin spread across her face. <br><br>Taking Mara's hand, she helped the woman into the limousine. “Oh Mara,” she said after her boss had settled onto the leather seat. “I don't what happened, these clothes are so tight.” She gestured at the black sweater vest, which had already bunched up on her thighs, revealing the delicate black silk panties she wore over her newly denuded private parts.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 00:44:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara glared at Julie Ann.&nbsp; She tried to not let on that the black silk panties were giving Mara a nice eyeful.&nbsp; No hair poking through meant she'd had the Brazilian waxing.&nbsp; Yes, spanking a nice hair free ass and pussy was going to be a highlight of her weekend....Mara tried to hold back her excitement.&nbsp; Seattle was only a few hours away by plane.<br><br>"You should have insisted on a larger size, Julie.&nbsp; Really.&nbsp; Still. Now that you have some decent clothing, you might as well lose some of that extra weight you are carrying and they'll look better."<br><br>She relaxed into her seat and ordered the driver to get a move on it.&nbsp; She purposefully leaned back and closed her eyes, ignoring Julie Ann as best as she could, her mind really filling with wild images of things to come.&nbsp; The girl had obviously not brought any coffee.&nbsp; Mara delighted in yet one more excuse for punishment.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 00:49:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie Ann whimpered at Mara's harsh words. Pulling at the dress with both hands, she squeezed her thighs together tightly. If only I was alone, she thought. Something about Mara chastising her really made her want to touch herself. “I'm sorry Mara,” she cried out in a small voice. “You're right, it's my fault. I brought some of my old clothes if you think that would be better.” <br><br>After she spoke, she looked longingly down at her bag where she had stashed several lovely Butterfingers. “And, I'll try to eat less if you really think it's the right thing.” As she spoke, her eyes fell to the floor and she subtly tried to crouch down in her seat as if to be lower than Mara.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 01:01:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara pretended to ignore Julie's whimpers along the way.&nbsp; Secretly, she stored away the information and tucked them neatly into her plans for the weekend.&nbsp; <em>Ah, Julie Ann,</em> she thought, <em>you are soooooo ready to give yourself to me.</em> <br><br>She let Julie Ann deal with the luggage as they arrived at the airport.&nbsp; She went straight to the Ambassador room of the airlines.&nbsp; None of that plebeian line waiting for her.&nbsp; Or, even for Julie Ann.&nbsp; Mara had wanted to force her into a regular cabin seat, but that would have meant they would be separated.&nbsp; She didn't want that--not with five hours to subtly humiliate and torture the girl.&nbsp; &nbsp;First Class certainly had its advantages.&nbsp; <br><br>She took the window seat so that she could accidentally trip over the girl--oh, where would her hand land?!&nbsp; &nbsp;would she give Julie Ann a good look down her shirt? , and she planned on eating only a bite or two of the decidedly decent first class fare offered.&nbsp; She was sure her assistant would follow her lead and do the same.&nbsp; The starving Julie Ann would be in a perfect state of hunger and low blood sugar when they arrived at the hotel.&nbsp; Mara would have to keep her eyes on her, though.&nbsp; She knew Julie Ann probably had some type of junk food in her purse.&nbsp; yes...her plans were coming together nicely.....<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 01:11:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Julie Ann felt on top of the world as she sat in first class with her employer. Mara is so sweet, she thought. I mess up on my clothing—I'm such a fool—but she still has men in first class with her. It's the first time Julie has ever flown first class. As she watches Mara, she carefully mimics her, ordering the same drink. <br><br>The seat would be luxurious. But she did feel uncomfortable in this dress. The waitress had almost said something when she sat down. And if she had been in regular class, she suspected she might have been asked to cover up. At 5'10”, Julie had long, shapely legs and this pretense of a dress left them fully on display. When dinner came, Julie followed Mara's lead and ordered the Duck Mezzaluna with a plum sauce and a black pudding salad. She could have cried when the much more petite Mara sat down her fork after barely tasting the food.<br><br>She kept eying her purse, Julie finally had an inspiration. She stood, I need to go to bathroom,” she said in a diffident voice, picking the purse up as she stood.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 06:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara watched Julie go to the bathroom.&nbsp; She was worried that taking the purse that the girl would be on her period.&nbsp; What a mess.&nbsp; That would ruin the weekend for sure.&nbsp; But, no...She clearly remembered&nbsp; Julie's private calendar marking the most recent monthly--the girl kept track of her start date on her office calendar...<br><br>Why would she take her purse, though?&nbsp; Unless.&nbsp; Crap.&nbsp; Mara was tired and had let her slip by. She waited for the girl to get back from her little private, disgusting bathroom binge.&nbsp; <br><br>She couldn't have been carrying much in the way of food, however.&nbsp; &nbsp;Surely, she would still be ravenous by the time they landed.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 08:12:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Returning from the bathroom, Julie Ann felt almost smug. She had eaten three butter fingers in there and then brushed her teeth and gargled from her little bottle of minty fresh Scope. A girl had to be prepared and Julie had expertise in sneaking that went back to her childhood. While she admired and respected Mara, she doubted her employer would even wonder about her little trip.<br><br>Still, as Julie sat down and clicked the belt buckle shut, she was already beginning to feel those tinges of guilty. Reluctantly, she sat her purse down underneath her seat. She had thrown the butter finger wrappers away in the bathroom. She felt a little ill from eating those candy bars so quickly. And then the horror hit. Chocolate finger prints on her new sweater dress. She must have tried to pull it down in the bathroom. Still, chocolate on black, it was barely noticeable.<br><br>She sat in her chair looking down at the seat. What a stupid, weak idiot I am, she said, beating herself up. Why couldn't I have simply waited to eat later. Mara does it all the time.&nbsp; In this short time, she had gone from the rush of putting something over Mara (even if Mara didn't realize there was anything to put over) to feeling lower than a worm. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 17:24:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara decided it was time to go to the bathroom herself.&nbsp; These long flights made it a necessity.&nbsp; Like port-a-potties, toilets on airplanes had a claustrophobic and sort of unclean feel to Mara.&nbsp; She knew the first class toilets weren't any better.&nbsp; She stood up after Julie had adjusted herself in her seat, her long legs neatly clad in her black stockings. <br><br>Mara turned to Julie to excuse herself.&nbsp; The blast of breath freshener was clearly a sign she was covering something up.&nbsp; Mara had grown up in an alcoholic household, and her mother had used that trick for years.&nbsp; She climbed deftly over Julie's legs on the way out.&nbsp; She had watched Julie go into the aft cabin and was delighted to notice it was available.&nbsp; She locked herself inside and, using a paper towel, gingerly opened the trash bin.&nbsp; It took a little digging, but sure enough, she found candy wrappers concealed in a wad of paper towels, sort of shoved down in.&nbsp; Mara carefully washed her hands and returned to their aisle.<br><br>As she stepped over Julie this time, she allowed herself to be tripped by the long legs.&nbsp; She ended up with her one hand on Julie's&nbsp; upper thigh, nearly at the crotch and the other on her shoulder.&nbsp; Just a touch. Truth was, Mara loved Julie's long legs and had been delighting in them all morning. <br><br>"Oh My.&nbsp; Dear, your long legs are quite the obstacle!" She allowed her hand to lightly brush the girl's thigh as she maneuvered herself back into her seat.&nbsp; The plane was about to land.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 21:05:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>A tinge of foreboding drifted into Julie's conscience when Mara excused herself. It's not like this sophisticated woman would dig through the trashcan and find the candy wrappers. It's not even like Mara would care enough about Julie to be upset if she did find out that Julie had gorged on chocolate. <br><br>But the guilt lay heavy on Julie and so she felt like she should be caught. As Mara swayed up the aisle and then vanished into the bathroom, Julie took a moment to admire her form. How could a woman be so beautiful, so together. When Mara returned, Julie had her eyes closed to mere slits, not exactly pretending to be asleep, but trying not to draw attention to herself either.<br><br>So when Mara's hand brushed against her well-shaped thigh, she almost jumped out of the her seat. She had imagined what Mara's touch might feel like, the soft caress of a woman's hand, the scent of her perfume. “I'm so sorry Mara,” Julie sat up and began to ramble out a long-winded apology. She knew some men admired her long legs with their rounded thighs and calves. But right now, she felt a bit like a gangly foal tangled up with an elegant thoroughbred. <br><br>The rest of the flight, she kept her legs pulled in tight and pressed together. She would every few minutes try to tug the dress down a bit further. She had never felt more uncomfortable, but also alive. It seemed like Mara was forever accidentally touching her as she reached for this or did that. It kept Julie Ann in a tizzy, her body warming and growing hotter and hotter with each forbidden touch.<br><br>If Mara knew my fantasies, Julie thought. She'd be shocked and fire me in a heartbeat. I can't wait until I'm alone in my own room where I can ... release some of my tension. When the flight finally ended, they had to wait nearly an hour before their bags were offloaded and so the limousine Julie had arranged had to be recalled. “I'm so sorry,” Julie apologized again. “But you'll love your room once we get there. I ordered you a lovely view room. And I'm just one floor below you.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 21:49:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara was delighted with the seemingly never ending flubs Julie Ann had made already.&nbsp; As they entered the hotel, an old-for-Seattle splendor complete with marble staircases and crystal chandeliers, Mara was relieved the person manning the front desk was a woman.&nbsp; There was no chance the man she had&nbsp; spoken to and canceled the second room with was there to out her or question the cancellation.&nbsp; <br><br>She approached the desk with Julie Ann, as she wanted to be close to hear Julie Ann's response to the desk clerk when she asked for the two rooms--knowing there would only be one.....Mara felt herself begin to throb in anticipation of what was to come.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 03:32:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Julie Ann strode confidently up to the front desk. She had that southern confidence when it came to dealing with staff. But that confidence rapidly shattered as Ms. Cheryl, the woman at the desk, seemed not to understand that she had ordered two rooms. “No,” Julie said her voice beginning to hint at desperation. “You don't understand. I ordered two rooms and I spoke to someone here personally.”<br><br>The woman cocked an eyebrow and looked Julie up and down. Her expression seemed to say, “Slut,” but her words were cool and calm. “We keep a very good record of our calls. You have one madam, one room, not two. If you choose to cancel, we still must charge you at this point for the single room.”<br><br>Julie felt her heart going into overdrive and a thin film of sweat appeared on her brow. “But I ordered two rooms. Really, I did.”<br><br>“I am not deaf,” Ms. Cheryl said. “Nor am I an imbecile who requires constant repetition. I'm sorry but we don't have two rooms. I have no record that you ever ordered two rooms. We have a convention in town. You may share with your friend or sleep on the street.” At this point, even Ms. Cheryl's patience seemed to be slipping.<br><br>And poor Julie Ann really did feel a desperate need to pee or sink into the ground at this point. Frantically, she turned to Mara. “I'm so, so, so very sorry. I know this must be my fault, but I tried so hard.” Tears shimmered on her long-lashes and she looked on the edge of breaking down entirely.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 05:18:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara felt almost sorry for poor Julie Ann.&nbsp; The poor dear was practically a puddle.&nbsp; She put her arm around Julie Ann--to anyone watching she was a comforting figure, coming to the aid of a friend--her words, however were whispered with a practiced harshness and covered with a tight smile.<br><br>"I can't believe you fucked <em>this </em>up.&nbsp; Just pull yourself together.&nbsp; I will talk to you in my room.&nbsp; We'll figure out something up there."&nbsp; <br><br>Mara took the key to the room and propelled the blubbering Julie Ann through the lobby with a tight grip on the elbow. She didn't let go of the pincher like grip until the bell-boy had taken his tip for carrying their luggage and left the room.&nbsp; Then, She stood back and stared at the girl.<br><br>"Julie Ann.&nbsp; I am terribly disappointed in you today.&nbsp; I'm not sure I can even list all the ways you have messed up."&nbsp; She moved in close enough so that she could smell the girl's fear of her.&nbsp; "What am I to do with you?"&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 06:09:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie Ann had been half-dragged by Mara up to her a luxurious room that contained one extremely comfortable looking queen sized bed. Fashioned in an older style than most modern hotels, it had a petite balcony that looked out over a shimmering, blue Elliot Bay. Though the bathroom door, Julie noted an awesome marble bathroom that included a soaking tub and a separate glass encased shower. <em>Very nice</em>, she thought. <em>So elegant</em>. But then like a light, her attention returned to the sophisticated Mara as the bellboy walked out. <br><br>“Oh ma'am,” she cried out in a distressed voice. “They'd beat me for what I done back home.” Amusingly, as her distress level had risen, her Georgia accent had reappeared in full-force. “You should fire me ma'am, I don't deserve to work for you.” Her hands were pressed together in an almost prayerful attitude and Mara noted that one of her black stockings had fallen down at the same time her white sweater-dress had ridden up around her hips. But then Julie almost instinctively pulled the sweater dress down again so it covered her black panties. These clothes just don't fit, she said with frustration before looking again at Mara. “Oh ma'am are you going to fire me? She asked in a voice that said this was the most horrible thing she could imagine. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>29-06-2008, 06:41:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, Julie.&nbsp; Firing you would be too easy on you.&nbsp; I think what you need is...some discipline."&nbsp; Mara circled her prey as she spoke.&nbsp; <br><br>"You wouldn't be so sloppy about things if you were more aware of the consequences.&nbsp; I'm a believer that mistakes don't happen very much if the consequences are made very clear."&nbsp; <br><br>Mara checked her watch.&nbsp; She had to be ready to speak at the evening's dinner function in three hours.&nbsp; Not much time to do a whole lot.&nbsp; <br><br>"Since you seem to think prayer might help, why don't you get down on your knees and start praying.&nbsp; I have some unpacking to do."&nbsp; Mara placed her hands on Julie's shoulders and pushed downward forcing the girl on her knees.&nbsp; The large overstuffed armchair seemed like the right height.&nbsp; She turned it around so she could have the girl bend over it and be at a decent height.&nbsp; <br><br>She lifted her suitcase onto the dresser and opened it up.&nbsp; &nbsp;She pulled out her simple black leather paddle and tapped it gently against her leg.&nbsp; This ought to be good for a start. <br><br>"Hope you said your prayers, Julie.&nbsp; Now, I want you to pull up your dress, drop your undies and put yourself over the back of&nbsp; the armchair over there.&nbsp; Your little bottom pointing upward for me, if you please."&nbsp; The last three words clearly an order to comply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 01:30:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andrew had fallen asleep pressed up against Mara. He always took comfort in having her by his side, and found that he fell asleep the fastest laying next to her. And sleeping was something he enjoyed, so much so that he did not even wake up when Amber entered his room and pulled down the&nbsp; bedsheets. He hadn't even woken up when Mara got up to leave. As Amber took the tip of his cock into her mouth, it slowly began to harden under her caress. He shifted, though remained asleep, even as his cock reached its full size in her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 03:13:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A part of Amber was a little disappointed that he hadn't sparked to life when she took him in her mouth. Well- part of him had came to life but not really him. She took that lively part of him deeper into her, letting her tongue brush against the tip as she waited, sucking gently, her hands holding onto his thighs. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 04:06:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few moments later and he did wake up, a smile crossing his face at the feel of her taking his length into her mouth. "Mhmm...good morning...suck those balls..." He says, stretching his arms and spreading his legs a little wider. This was something he might enjoy waking up to every morning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 06:57:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled a little around him. People were so... natural when they were just waking up. It was something Amber had noticed, how someone woke up could show a good part of their actual personality. Weather or not they acted like it throughout the day was another matter. She let herself be lowers onto his full length, her tongue flicking out to caress the base of his shaft and the topside of his balls. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 18:00:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie Ann shivered in anticipation as she sat there with her hands folded in an at attitude of prayer, submission. She had always known Mara was a strong personality. Such a beautiful woman, a woman who wouldn't let a girl get away with little screw ups. She wasn't sure how it had happened, the hotel room had been booked. She knew it.<br><br>But when Mara told her to bend over the chair and drop her panties, Julie felt a sudden gush of damp warmth.&nbsp; Her fair skin paler than usual, she simply said, “Yes Miss Mara.” Pulling down her silk lace underwear, she gracefully stepped out of them. When she bent over the chair, her hands gripped it's arm rests as if she were afraid to let go. Her lush, well-rounded white bottom showed almost fully exposed,&nbsp; not a hair to be seen anywhere. “I'm so glad you aren't going to fire me,” she whispered. <br><br>Inside, she felt a knot of happiness growing inside. Mara wouldn't let her get away with naughtiness. A girl needed someone who cared enough to beat her. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>30-06-2008, 19:08:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara was barely surprised at the ease of compliance that Julie Ann showed.&nbsp; She was pleased by the way the girl submitted so willingly and easily.&nbsp; The last few months had certainly worth the ground work to create such a response.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fire you?" Mara asked.&nbsp; "Why would I want to fire you?&nbsp; Just when I find it's time to start your real training...."&nbsp; <br><br>Mara took a moment to look at the not quite fully exposed bottom, the girl bent over the chair, her hair flowing down on either side of her head.&nbsp; She ran her hand along the smoothness of the girl's bottom.&nbsp; &nbsp;"They did a lovely job at the spa, Julie Ann.&nbsp; I can see they were quite thorough."&nbsp; <br><br>She placed her hands on Juli Ann's hips and ran them along the outside of her legs---her long beautifully shaped legs.&nbsp; When she reached the calves she turned her hands to the inside of the legs and ran them all the way up to the girl's crotch--not quite touching, barely grazing, maybe--her pussy.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, a lovely job indeed."<br><br>Really, Julie Ann had a lovely body.&nbsp; The extra few pounds she carried were feminine and rounded in a way Mara found incredibly attractive.&nbsp; But the naked bottom before her.&nbsp; She pulled the dress up so that it was now way up over the hips, completely exposing her bottom. <br><br>Placed the black leather paddle against Juli Ann's bottom she pulled back and and aimed.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now Julie Ann.&nbsp; I have some catching up to do.&nbsp; This...dear one...is forgetting my coffee this morning."&nbsp; She pulled the paddle back and aimed a nice thwack against Julie Ann's right cheek.&nbsp; The redness that welled up immediately was quite gratifying. She aimed again and thwacked the girl on her left cheek.&nbsp; And her right.&nbsp; And her left.&nbsp; Each blow a slightly harsher and more punishing blow than before.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilacs</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 17:43:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Julie Ann flinched with each blow. Mara had a strong arm and the leather paddle stung badly. But the feel of Mara's hands on her legs, her calves had been utterly sublime. She had never thought of herself as the kind of girl interested in another woman. But Mara, she had such strength, such character. Every time that Julie looked at Mara, her heart pounded. She wanted to please Mara, to make her happy.<br><br>And right now, she wanted Mara to forgive her. But soon, the blows went past an almost pleasant pain. Mara was striking her rounded buttocks with real force. And Julie began to cry. When the spanking finally ended, Julie hurt. And she turned to Mara as if for comfort. “I'm so sorry Mara, please forgive me.” Her lush lips were slightly parted and she had an expression on her face that spoke of a need to be comforted, of arousal.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 18:14:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mhmm..." He says as she begins to lick and suck his balls, not wanting her to stop. "I hope you got plenty of sleep last night." He says with a grin, tilting his head to watch her. "Hm...come up here so i can taste that pussy of yours while you continue to suck my cock and balls." He adds, motioning for her to form the 69 position with her on top.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>01-07-2008, 19:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mara wrapped her arms around the weeping Julie Ann.&nbsp; <br><br>"There, there." she said.&nbsp; "It's all over for now."&nbsp; <br><br>Mara guided Julie to the front of the large armchair and sat down, pulling her onto her lap, cradling her.&nbsp; Julie Ann's sore bottom was now resting gently across Mara's thighs, her legs draped over the edge of one arm. Mara pulled Julie Ann's head to her shoulder and moved her right&nbsp; hand to the back of her head.&nbsp; Her fingers gently rubbing the back of Julie Ann's head and then through the length of her hair, gently massaging as her hand touched her head, and very gently pulling on the hair as she ran her fingers through it.<br><br>Her left hand wiped the tears from Julie Ann's cheeks.&nbsp; She kissed her eyelids gently.&nbsp; The saltiness of the tears on her lips made Mara want to lick her whole face.&nbsp; Instead, she used a finger to trace all of Julie Ann's features.&nbsp; She ended with her finger under her chin, gently lifting Julie Ann's face to her own.&nbsp; She placed a single gentle kiss on the girl's lips.<br><br>"Tell me what you learned just now."&nbsp; Mara said gently.&nbsp; Her right hand continued it's delicate raking of Julie's hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 05:22:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a few more licks as he spoke, then detached herself for a second. In that second she swung her feet around, placing one foot on either side of him. "I did. What do you have in mind?" She spoke coyly as she finished moving and took him inside her again, her bare snatch hanging just above his face. She moved lower to his balls again, licking along the surface. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2008, 19:50:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His arms wrap around her waist, hands moving to spread her ass cheeks as she straddles him. His mouth closes over her pussy and his tongue begins to go to work, plunging amongst her folds and rubbing over her clit in response to her question. This was a very very good way to start the morning. A good way to start a sex-filled weekend. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>06-07-2008, 20:54:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a very good way to start anything. She ran her hands in smooth caresses up and down his side, from his waist to mid-thigh, and back up again. Her mouth took him in, her tongue working in small circles around him. His own tongue was skilled, as it ran over her sensitive clit she took him deeper, her hands sliding along his pelvic bone and under her mouth, cradling his balls and rubbing her thumb along the top, giving a soft massage. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2008, 19:49:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moans against her dripping pussy as she massages his balls. His tongue continues to lap across her clit as his hands squeeze her ass. Young and fresh, he thought, wondering how long she'd last before she'd get too sore to take any more punishment. Perhaps he would find out today? But he did want to use and abuse her body tomorrow...he could already start to feel the warming sensation as he began to approach his own climax. It would be a good way to start the day indeed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 07:51:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned, her hips rocking a little to is tongue, her mouth reciprocating the pleasure by sucking firmly on him. She trailed her tongue along his length, her hole tensing and growing tighter against his tongue. Her clit was red and predominant, sensitive to his tongue. Slowly her fingers worked around his balls, feeling all along them as her mouth worked. She could feel the throbbing inside her mouth get more intense. She gave long large sucks, ready to take in his orgasm. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 19:31:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His cock swells and pulsates as his orgasm hits, spewing his seed into her mouth. His tongue pauses only briefly on her clit, before resuming what it had been doing and a soft moan escapes his lips, his balls tightening under her touch. A blowjob and some pussy, that made for a great wake up call. Perhaps this weekend wouldn't be so bad after all. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 19:44:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned and took in his seed, swallowing it and sucking out the remainder from within him. She moved her tongue all over his shaft, removing any remaining semen. As she did that he continued to lap across her wet sex, and soon after inspired an orgasm in return. She moaned over his cock, sending small vibrations through it as her sweet juices exploded from her, causing her thighs to quiver. She wondered how far Andrew would go, how much he would subject her too. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 19:55:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had no idea what to expect from him, and this was only just a warmup. He wanted to see how far he could push her. His cock remained semi-flaccid as she cleaned it up, and he kept his tongue working on her pussy until she rode out her own orgasm. He rolls her off him, at that point, and rises out of bed, slipping on a bathrobe. Then he turns to her.<br><br>"That was very good, and i expect the same tomorrow morning." He moves over to a drawer and pulls out four items, tossing them onto the bed. They were 4 velcro bads - two slightly larger then the others, with a single metal ring sewn into each own. It was clear what they were for. "Put those on and from now on you, you shall refer to me as 'Master' and crawl everywhere. Understood?" His tone had taken on a more commanding, harsher tone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 20:09:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once she and him had both finished she allowed herself to get rolled off him easily. Not that she really felt she could have overpowered him if she wanted to stay on top. Not that she had any urge to stay on top. As fun as giving and receiving oral sex was, and it was indeed fun, she knew this weekend would hold better things. <br><br>She looked directly at him as he spoke, nodding slightly and when he was finished she said a soft "Yes Master." Before taking the velcro bands and securing them onto her at at a time. She made them nice and tight, then propped herself up on her hands and knees on the bed, her eyes awaiting the next order. She absent absentmindedly wondered if she would be fed over the next few days, or if that was part of his plan to degrade her spirit. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 20:14:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at her almost made him hard again. So young, so tight, so fuckable. No, he would have to show some restraint. "Come." He says. "Follow me, Slut." He says, clearly stating what her name would be for the rest of the weekend. He turns on his heel and exits the room, making his way into the Kitchen. There, he cracks a few eggs into a frying pan, and a few slices of bread into a toaster. He virtually ignores her as he goes about making breakfast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 20:29:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nods, already figuring she would get a name along those lines when he had named himself Master. She jumped off the bed and followed closely behind, her tight rump proudly up in the air, her breasts hanging below her, bouncing and jiggling free. When he began making breakfast she sat on the floor near the table, watching him. She knew not to invite herself to the chair unless she was hold. It smelt good, but from her low angel she couldn't fully see what he was preparing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 20:33:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He castes a glance over at her and sees her watching him. "Do not look at me Slut, unless I tell you too or you wish to look at my cock." He hisses at her, before flipping some of the scrambled egg (once it was cooked) out of the pan and onto the clean tiled floor in front of her. "Eat." He commands, seeing if she would eat it from off the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 20:39:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked away, at his feet, listening. Already he was setting up the structure of their weekend. He would be in total control of every aspect of her. The thought was a little daunting, but from the feel of her sex, also arousing. She saw the eggs splat against the floor and spread out a little across it. Her eyes fell to right below her. The floor was clean, tile. It wasn't some filthy carpet or unwashed place. She slowly crawled forward and lent her face down, laping a small mound of scrambled eggs off the floor. It was good tasting, and seemed clean enough, so she continued, eating off the floor with her tongue and mouth, like the good little Slut she was. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 20:43:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grins as she starts to eat it off the floor, tossing some more for her to eat while spooning his own eggs onto toast, applying ketchup to it. He dumbs the rest of the contents onto the floor - more scrambled egg - before carrying his breakfast over to the bar-stool area of the granite island. "Once you have finished eating, clean up the pan and my plate." He says nonchalantly as he starts eating his scrambled-egg-on-toast (with ketchup).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 04:16:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber nodded faintly and then returned to her food. She licked the remainder off the floor, occasionally casting a glance back to Andrew. She finished her meal and almost stood, stopping herself before she was fully upright and staying on her knees only. She reached up and found the pan without looking, feeling over the counter top until she found the sink. She had to really stretch to get it turned on, but eventualy she did. It took a long time to clean the pan from the low angel where she was.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Secretary</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-07-2008, 16:57:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He ate his meal in silence, an open newspaper on the bar top beside him. He seemed more focused on it then anything, though occasionally glanced at Amber. She ALMOST stood up, but stopped herself. He had wondered how far she would take it, how close to the rules she would stick, and he was pleased that she was obeying him. <br><br>Once finished, he ignores her again and deposits his plate into the sink, before wandering back down the hallway to the room they had fucked in last night. He had several things to prepare for her for later. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>