The Temp - Sex Stories

The Temp

... thinking about me?” she asked coyly. I took a deep breath. “Veronica, listen, yesterday was… strange, and, well, I’d like to put it behind us, try to forget about it, and just focus on what you’re here to do, and… and get some work done today.” “Oh, Jack,” she sighed. In an instant, her mood turned serious, and her penetrating eyes gripped me like a vise. “You disappoint me. I thought you had learned an important lesson yesterday.” She pulled her legs up and quickly spun around towards me, placing both shoes firmly onto my chest. Her heels dug into me just below my ribcage, and I hunched forward slightly in pain. Again, I was stunned by her actions, and again, bl**d surged through my cock. I looked down to avert her eyes, and my lowered gaze fell upon the opening between her legs. With her legs pressing straight ahead into my chest, bent slightly at the knees, I had an unobstructed and close up view of her black thong underwear. My already conflicted thoughts became jumbled, and my determination melted away. “First of all,” she continued, “I told you to address me as Ms. Harper. I do not expect to have to tell you again. And from now on, when I come in each morning, you will get down on your knees and you will kiss my feet before you speak to me.” She lifted her right foot off my chest, and brought the sole of her shoe to rest on my forehead. I was like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in position. “You may acknowledge that you understand these instructions by opening your ...

... mouth, and sucking on my heel.” The words rang in my head. ‘Acknowledge that you understand.’ My secretary had just given me orders to humiliate myself before her on a daily basis, and she was not even concerned that I might not agree to it! It was a fait accompli in her mind, and she merely wanted confirmation that I understood the new rules. She saw nothing the least bit outrageous in demanding that I take her filthy shoe heel into my mouth. The moment brought me to a new crossroad. Could I fight my apparent longing to submit to her? Had my demanding cock drained every last ounce of bl**d from my brain? I noticed that my line of vision was almost entirely blocked by the bottom of her shoe resting on my face, and I realized that, again, my own inaction spoke for itself, and gave me the one answer I was afraid of. I opened my mouth, and she inserted her heel. “That’s better,” she continued. “You may suck while you listen.” My mouth closed around her heel, and I mindlessly sucked as she explained our new reality. “From now on, I expect my instructions to be obeyed without hesitation. I understand that this is all new to you, but I will not continue to be so patient with your indecision and slow responses. The work that you were expecting me to do for this job you will do yourself. For the remainder of the week, I will come and go as I please, and you will attend to my needs as I instruct you.” She removed her heel from my mouth, returning her foot to my chest, and as our eyes ...