Secretary Smut

Updated: Dec 4, 2019

Darla always knew that the office boss, Carla, had it in for her. She was always calling Darla to her office, seemingly reprimanding her for anything she could. From serious mistakes, like forgetting to file important client documents, to silly things like last week, when Carla had insisted that Darla’s skirt might be too short. She’d made Darla stand in front of her and taken a tape measure, grazing her thigh with her hand as she made her point. True, Darla wasn’t the best secretary in the world, but she felt that Carla was almost looking for excuses to call her to her office.


Carla was fierce; a female boss in a male-dominated industry, she had never taken the advice of others to dress in a more masculine way in order to maintain authority in the office. Instead, she was the epitome of the femme fatale - always dressed to impress, and impress she did. Today she was wearing a sharp pencil skirl with subtle pinstripes leading the eye down to her stocking-clad long, beautiful legs and then to her black patent stiletto heels. Up top, she was wearing a tight fitting satin blouse, with the perfect amount of buttons undone at the top, exposing her cleavage and the curve of her breasts underneath.


Darla had been summoned, once again, to Carla’s office. She couldn’t imagine what she might have done this time; it was only a matter of days since the last telling-off that she’d received. She knocked on the door and could hear Carla’s sultry but firm voice, calling her in. As she opened the door, she was surprised to see not only Carla but also a man, standing beside her.


‘Darla, this is Adrian. He is from HR and has joined me today to discuss your conduct in the office.’


Adrian didn’t crack a smile, and motioned for Darla to sit down. The seats had been arranged so that Carla would be sitting next to him, both of them opposite the lonely looking single chair on the other side, Darla’s chair. Once they had all sat down, Darla saw that Carla was staring at her intensely, looking her in the eye and then up and down her body, observing her. Darla was dressed similarly to Carla, but didn’t quite have the confidence to pull off the all-powerful look that her boss did. She pulled at the hem of her skirt, hoping that she would manage to escape the measuring tape treatment today, knowing that it would be doubly humiliating with someone else there to witness it.


‘Do you know why you’re here today?’ Carla asked, intimidatingly.


‘Errrm, well I’m not exa - ‘


‘Adrian, would you like to show her what we found in her desk drawer today?’ She interrupted, as Darla watched in horror as the man sitting next to her produced her copy of ‘Queening’, a hardcore lesbian porno magazine that she had, up until now, thought was totally safe hidden away underneath a pile of papers in her drawer.


‘Care to explain?’ Carla asked, raising her eyebrow as she took a purposeful, shaming look down at the smut that was now resting on Adrian’s lap.


Darla wasn’t sure how to respond. This was so embarrassing! She had only looked at the magazine during quiet times in the office, but there was no denying what it was, and she didn’t think that either of them would buy the ‘that’s not mine!’ line that she was considering. She looked down at her feet, somehow hoping that they would give her the answers she needed in order to get her out of the mess she now found herself in.


‘I’m sorry, miss. I know I shouldn’t have that here in the office, and I’ll make sure I take it with me when I leave later on tonight.’ Darla said, meekly.


‘That’s not going to cut it, I’m afraid,’ Adrian said, looking every bit as angered as Carla, though perhaps with a glint of intrigue in his eye.


‘This is hardly the first time we’ve had issues, Darla,’ Carla continued. ‘I think perhaps your time in this office is coming to an end.’ Darla shook her head and looked at her boss with pleading eyes.


‘Please, I need this job! I really can’t afford to lose it. Look, I’ll do anything - overtime, I’ll even work through my lunch breaks and I’ll make sure that I don’t make any more mistakes, I promise. Please don’t fire me!’


Her begging had very obviously not impressed the two people sitting opposite, and they continued to look between her and the magazine, shaking their heads as they did so.


‘What can I do? I’ll do anything, anything at all,’ Darla looked back at them, hoping for some small mercy from either of them.


‘Stand up,’ Carla said, abruptly.


‘Oh ple - ‘


‘Just stand up,’ she interrupted, more firmly this time. Darla did as she was told, pulling at her skirt once more as it rode up her thigh as she got to her feet. ‘You say you’ll do anything, and Adrian and I have been thinking. We have noticed you around the office, and we think that you could become useful in other ways, since your skills clearly don’t lie in being a good secretary.’


Darla looked at them, curiously. Perhaps she wasn’t to be fired, after all!


‘Take off your blouse, Darla,’ Adrian said, no longer looking her in the eye but instead down at the cleavage between her shirt buttons. Darla looked at him, panicked and then, seeing no hint that he might be joking, looked over to Carla.


‘You heard him, Darla. Don’t talk, just take off your blouse,’ she insisted, now with a slight smile appearing at the side of her lips.


Darla quickly considered her options, and decided that following their orders was the best course of action. With shaking hands, she fumbled at the buttons on her white cotton blouse, undoing one at a time until there were no more to undo. She stood there silently, head bowed and arms trying to cover herself up. She now remembered with yet more shame what she had been wearing underneath her clothes today, and began to feel the blood rush to her cheeks.


‘Well, well, well,’ Adrian said, looking at Darla and then over at Carla. ‘She is a slut! I know you told me that she dressed like a harlot, but look at that,’ he exclaimed, pointing at her transparent red lace bra that showed her nipples underneath. ‘I think you’d better take down your skirt, too,’ he ordered, with Carla nodding in agreement.


Now standing in nothing but her lingerie, stockings and heels, Darla could only look at the floor, completely unable to lift her head to look either of them in the eye.


Carla stood up, now clearly excited by what was standing before her. She approached Darla and slowly started running her fingers over the lace of her lingerie, and then over her exposed skin. Darla felt like she was running electricity all over her body, no longer sure whether she was ashamed or aroused. Adrian stood up too, beginning to unhook Darla’s bra as Carla continued running her fingers over the rest of her body.


‘Here’s what you’re going to do for us,’ Carla started, feeling the softness of Darla’s skin as she spoke. ‘You’re going to make sure that Adrian and I always feel…satisfied. If we can’t be satisfied with your conduct in the office, then you’re going to satisfy us in other ways. I’ve looked through your dirty magazine and there’s a few things in there you’re going to do with me. In fact, perhaps we should work our way through it, page by page. Adrian can watch, or join in, as he wishes. And don’t forget, he’ll be requiring personal pleasure from you, too.’


Darla nodded in agreement, waiting for their next instruction.


‘I think first you can worship Carla’s feet,’ Adrian said as Carla took her seat again, extending her leg and pointing towards Darla with her heels. Darla began to walk towards her when Adrian stopped her. ‘No walking. Crawl, and stick your ass out so I can see,’ he demanded. Darla did as she was bid, sinking to her hands and knees and slowly crawling towards Carla, stopping at her feet. She reached out to massage them with her hands. ‘No,’ Adrian stopped her once again. ‘With your mouth.’


Darla began to softly kiss Carla’s beautiful feet, paying close attention to the pretty arches running from her heels to her toes. As she did so, she felt Adrian behind her, pulling her panties to the side and touching her pussy. With the other hand, he picked up the magazine and placed it on the floor next to Carla’s feet, turning to one of the centre pages. It featured two stunning brunettes, one of them with her face nestled between the other’s legs. ‘Why don’t we try this?’ Adrian asked Carla, pointing at the photograph.


‘Mmmmm,’ Carla responded, hitching up her skirt and opening her legs, guiding Darla’s head down to her silky panties. ‘Kiss me here, gently,’ she ordered. Darla could feel herself starting to enjoy what she was being made to do, and could tell from Carla’s soft moans that she was enjoying it too. ‘Wasn’t there a page in the magazine where…hmmm - pass it to me, will you?’ Carla asked Darla. Carla flicked through the pages intently, clearly looking for something she must have enjoyed in between the time the magazine had been taken from Darla’s desk and the time that she and Adrian had confronted the now obedient secretary. As she placed it back on the floor, Darla could see which photograph she was talking about. It featured one woman bending over, bottom bared and slightly pink. Another woman stood behind her, holding a leash linked to her collar and wielding a small leather paddle. Darla gasped and looked back at Adrian, hoping that he might want to do something different. Looking back at her, the smile on his face told her that he was firmly in agreement with Carla; Darla was to be punished.


‘Stand up and bend over Carla’s desk,’ Adrian demanded. ‘Place your hands and elbows in front of you and stay still.’ Darla, quivering with nerves now, made her way over to the desk and lowered herself down as she’d been ordered to. She watched as both Carla and Adrian retrieved items hidden behind the tall bushy plant in the corner of the room. In his hand, Adrian held a suede flogger and in hers, Carla brandished a leather paddle, much like the one in the magazine.


‘Now,’ Carla started. ‘You’re going to take twelve strokes from Adrian, and then another twelve from me. Is that understood?’ Darla nodded her head silently. As Adrian took his place, Darla was suddenly aware of how exposed she was, particularly in this humiliating position. They would be able to see everything!


‘Yes, Miss,’ Darla answered, meekly. She kept herself steady as the strokes from Adrian’s flogger began to rain down on her, one by one. It was painful, but she felt compelled to stay still, to finish the strokes.


‘Ten!’ Adrian called out after one of the last strokes landed, his voice filled with enjoyment. ‘Eleven! Twelve!’ The last stroke came down the hardest, and Darla yelped from the blow. Her bottom was becoming as pink as the woman in the picture’s was, and it was starting to give her a nice warm, fuzzy sensation. Now it was Carla’s turn. As she took her place, Adrian made his way to the front of the desk, so that he was standing directly in front of Darla’s face. He began to undo his belt, and then his trousers. Pulling them down, he reached for his cock, which Darla could see was hard. He didn’t have to make any commands for Darla to understand what she was to do whilst Carla administered her part of the punishment. Focusing on the task at hand was tricky to say the least, but Carla could see that Darla was giving pleasure to Adrian as she smacked her bottom with the paddle. Once she’d got to ‘nine’, she decided that she couldn’t resist any more and began to unbutton her blouse, Adrian smiling at her whilst Darla continued to suck his cock; he’d hoped that Carla would undress eventually and wasn’t she a vision standing in front of him now! She pulled her shirt off and opened the desk drawer, pulling out a leather harness with a beautiful marbled dildo attached. As she pulled the strap-on up to her waist, she caught a glance of herself in the reflection in the window. She looked so powerful, and the tableau before her was magnificent. She looked at Adrian. ‘Maybe we should spit-roast our little slut - what do you think?’


‘Mmmmmmm,’ he uttered, not sure if he could say too many words at this point in time. The sight of Carla looking like a goddess in the strap-on about to fuck Darla, mixed with the sensations that were coming from Darla’s oral skills almost made him come there and then. Carla positioned herself behind Darla and slowly slid herself in, rocking slowly back and forth, feeling Darla push back against her. From slow, deep thrusts to quicker, more urgent ones, Carla held Darla in place, enjoying watching Adrian get closer and closer as she fucked her.


‘Oh god, I’m going to come!’ He exclaimed, pulling his cock from Darla’s mouth and giving her the facial he’d been imagining this whole time. He watched her move with Carla, now with his come all over her face. What a sight! He could tell that she was getting closer herself, and she started to moan, her breath quickening and her skin becoming misted with sweat.


‘Mmmmmm, please can I come, miss?’ Darla burst out, unable to control herself any longer. With that, Carla pulled out, leaving her right on the edge.


‘No, you can’t. This is a punishment, not a reward,’ Carla said, her smile giving away her true feelings. Darla looked back at her, horny and desperate.


‘Oh please, I’ll do anything!’ She begged.


‘I know you will,’ Carla answered as she removed the strap on and began to get dressed again, alongside Adrian who was doing the same thing.


‘You may get yourself cleaned up and leave now, Darla.’ She said, with a wicked smirk on her face. She picked up the magazine from the floor, placing it neatly in the top drawer in her desk. ’Same time tomorrow, please. We have a lot more pages to work through…’