I must admit that I had completely underestimated the effect on Marie of making her my personal assistant and sex slave. She had always been effective, efficient and professional beforehand, but our new relationship brought out three things I hadn't anticipated: (1) the closer we worked together the more responsibility I could give her because her perspective was sound and her suggestions meaningful; (2) the more responsibility she took on the better she performed in her job because of her intense desire to please me; and (3) and by no means to be last, the more sex we had the more wanton, lewd and satisfying it became. I often wondered who had become whose sex slave.
Her entire demeanor had even changed. She was more confident in her work, more positive in her decisions, and absolutely stunning in the way she dressed and looked. As per my instructions, she had totally given up wearing any undergarments. When she felt a need to wear stockings they were thigh-highs. I would often ask her to raise her skirt to show me that she was complying with my wishes, sometimes in public. She never failed to obey and never failed to be without panties or bra. Her skirts were a demure two or so inches above her knee and always loose fitting – also as instructed. Her tops were either a jacket or a blouse. It was obvious to anyone that watched that she wasn't wearing a bra, but you could never directly see her tits or her nipples. She was covered and alluring to anyone and everyone. The guys in the shop would stop and watch her as she would walk through on her way out. I think she liked taunting them – it was the exhibitionist in her.
During that first month we spent a great deal of time together after hours – at first for the sex. It was nothing for us to work until 9:00 or 10:00 and for her to be totally naked in the office after everyone else left. She was always a surprise at those times, making a comment or suggestion apparently from out of left field. I knew better, she was smart and a thinker. She came up with an idea to make all the executives more efficient by assigning them young, energetic and willing personal assistants– just as she had become for me. She had worked out a program even before she asked me about it.
We would start our evenings together with her doing a little striptease and then a blow job on her knees under my desk while I did paperwork. It was hard for me to concentrate but it was important for the roles. Sometimes we would just go at it like bunnies and I would "fuck her stupid" as she liked to say afterwards, pounding her pussy for all I was worth until I unloaded my cream deep in her welcoming cervix. Other times we would work naked, she fondling my dick and me fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. In a word, the sex was amazing and she became more and more aroused with each passing day – so much so that she would often scream with her climax at the same time as she clamped down on my dick with her pussy walls and wrapped her legs around me to hold me in.
My first test of Marie came just a month later. I had been trying to recruit this kick-ass salesman from another company. He had finally agreed to come and discuss an offer so I arranged for an after hours meeting. All went well, and he accepted the offer. He was happy with the salary and basic benefits. That's when I went for the close.
"You know, at your executive level, you are entitled to a personal assistant. My personal assistant and HR have been slowly replacing the existing group of admin support that was here when I purchased the company with highly trained and proficient younger ones. Each one is specifically recruited for a department and then goes through a rigorous training and indoctrination program that Marie has devised for them. I can honestly say that all of the executives have been thrilled with the outcome."
I picked up the phone and said "Marie would you bring Tom's file in here please?"
In walked Marie, dressed in a summer weight button up the front dress that did nothing to hide the fabulous body underneath. It clung to her almost as if it were caressing her. She placed the file on my desk. "Anything else sir?"
"Marie, I have been telling Tom about our new personal assistant program and how you have been indoctrinating the new hires into the company way. Would you show Tom how you dress for work?"
"Certainly." Was all she said. She stepped in front of Tom and methodically unbuttoned her dress. Grasping the folds she spread her arms out wide displaying her perfect, and totally nude, body for Tom's inspection. I thought his jaw would hit the floor. He stared at her perfect upturned tits with the nipples now distended in excitement and her shaved pussy and pouting labia already a little damp as well. His pants had a tent forming. She casually removed her dress, laid it on the chair and slowly turned for Tom's inspection.
"It seems that Tom has a problem Marie. Would you care to relieve it for him?"
"As you wish sir" she replied and she knelt down in front of Tom and proceeded to undo his belt, unzip his pants and pull out his now very hard dick. She spit on her palms and started to stroke him slowly and sensually playing with his balls as well. When I thought he might go, she stopped, bent lower and sucked his cock into her mouth all the way to his balls. With a few quick bobs and licks, he couldn't hold on any longer and came down her throat. She swallowed it all without leaving so much as a drop anywhere, kissed the end of his dick, put it back in his pants and zipped him up. I was so proud of her.
She turned to me and said "will there be anything else sir?"
"Yes as a matter of fact Marie. Come over here and bend over my desk. I have a problem as well." She did as instructed and I put a cushion under her head. I had been keeping a bottle of lube in my desk lately and used it to slick her pussy – even though it was pretty wet already. I stood up, dropped my pants and stuffed my dick in her pussy in one push. Marie groaned with pleasure and immediately started pushing back to get me deeper. I was pumping her hard and she was asking for more.
"Fuck me , fuck my pussy.... Give it to me deeper... harder....more.more.more.more" in a mantra of sexual arousal. I couldn't wait any longer and unloaded a big stream of cum in her. She climaxed almost at the same time pounding on the desk and groaning in passion.
When I pulled out, she stood and smiled at me and Tom.
"Thank you sir, will there be anything else?"
"No, I think that has been enough for now but I need you to stay for a while longer this evening."
"As you wish sir" and she left – her dress folded over her arm and her and my juices leaking down her leg. Tom followed her out devouring her with his eyes. She had a great ass and it moved wonderfully when she walked.
"So Tom, what do you think" I asked pulling up my pants, " do you like the additional benefits of executive status here? There are two rules about our assistants. Once she has been assigned there is no poaching from or with another one. And second, no physical abuse, even if she says it's OK. Breaking these rules is cause for dismissal for the executive and the assistant. Is that clear?
"Sure, but how do I pick mine?"
"Marie will do an in depth interview with you and profile your needs, likes and penchants. I know you'll like that process. She will then recruit a suitable assistant for you from the candidates we already have here at the company or from outside. It will take about three weeks or so. So I guess you can start then – OK?"
