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Cecily
With the twins off talking to our soldiers, and Alex deep in his hacker zone, I’m left with Derrick and Klaus. They are talking in hushed whispers, and when I try to listen, I realize they’ve put up a soundproof bubble. What can my two hunks be conspiring now? My toe taps against the floor, and my arms cross over my chest as I wait for them to finish their plotting. Their grins grow the longer they talk, and I know for sure they’re up to no good when they both smirk over at me.
“What are you guys plotting over there?”I ask directly into their minds. My patience has grown thin and I couldn’t wait to ask any longer.
Derrick holds up a finger, asking me to wait just a moment, while he finishes his conversation with Klaus. They give each other a high-five before Derrick comes over and pulls me into his arms. “Will you come spend some time with me in our office?” he asks with a sparkle in his eyes.Yep, definitely up to something.
I narrow my eyes, but seeing as how I have no proof, there’s no reason for me to refuse him. And truth be told, I don’t want to either. He leads me by the hand and we walk into our shared space. The walls are lined with bookshelves filled with a private library made up of rare texts and the research material he’s pulled from the main library. We have a small sitting area made up of a couch and two wingback chairs, all positioned in front of a fireplace. Then we have two ornate desks positioned on either side of the room so we don’t interrupt or distract each other when we’re both working at the same time. In front of each of our desks are a couple of chairs in case a guest comes along.
One of these chairs is where Derrick guides me. He holds out a hand, inviting me to take a seat, before saying, “Thank you so much for coming in today. I’ve been interviewing for my secretary for days now and haven’t found the right combination of assets yet.” His lips quirk, trying to hold back his smile.
I’m quickly reminded of him whispering about roleplaying earlier today, and I have to squeeze my thighs together. Oh, yes. I’m so down with this! I bite my lip and gaze up at him through my lashes. “I came for an interview as soon as I found your listing, Sir. I really need this job, I’ll do just about anything to get it,” I tell him, my tone husky without me even thinking about it. I push my arms in to accentuate my cleavage and his eyes instantly draw to the action.
“That’s good to hear. We prefer to hire those who are committed to thrusting their all into their work. We do have a strict dress code we require our secretaries to adhere to. Would you be willing to comply?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Just tell me what to wear and I’ll make sure to do it. If not, I’d be more than willing to accept my punishment.” I play along with his game.
He moves forward to stand right in front of me. His finger lifts my chin as he studies my face. “Well, for starters, I’ll need you to wear these.” He holds up a pair of black-framed glasses for me to see, before he slides them onto my face. “Perfect,” he breathes out.
His fingertips trail down along my collarbones to where my cleavage peeks out. “We usually require a skirt with a button-down top, only buttoned to here.” He trails his hand to below my breasts, indicating my bra would be on full display. “But seeing as how this is just your interview, I’ll let it slide after you make it up to me.”
“Of course, Sir. I can change now if you would like,” I offer him, enjoying our fake banter.
Derrick considers me for a moment. “That won’t be necessary. We also don’t allow panties to be worn. We find they get in the way of productivity, and perform checks throughout the day.” We both smirk and barely hold back our laughter. “I’m assuming you didn’t know this rule either and they will require removal?”
“Yes, Sir,” I respond to him, and he holds out a hand to help me stand. He doesn’t move back to allow me any space, so when I get up, our bodies are pressed together. The press of my hard nipples on my bra sends a tingle throughout me as I brush against his chest.
“Shall I just proceed with one of the inspections you’ll be required to go through? You can show me how adaptable you’ll be to my instructions.” I nod in acceptance and he has us switch places as he sits in my seat. “Good girl. Now bend over the desk.” I do as he says and my ass ends up being pushed right in his face.
He reaches down and slides his hands from my ankles, all the way up my legs. He leaves behind a trail of fire, igniting every nerve he touches, ensuring I feel him long after he’s moved on. He runs them under the hem of my dress and reaches for my panties, hooking a finger on either side to pull them down. I glance back as he tugs them off, and he gazes into my eyes. My breath catches with the intensity I find. Our game has barely started, and yet I’m immensely turned on, anticipating the moment he brings me to new highs of ecstasy. The evidence is sliding down my legs as the wet fabric of my panties rubs against my skin.
Derrick stares at the wet patch after removing them. “Mmm, yes. You’ll fit in here perfectly.” He tosses the lace onto his desk in front of me and places his hands on the inside of my knees, applying pressure to make me spread them wider. When they’re shoulder width, he gives me a groan of approval and his hands wander over my smooth legs. As they travel up, he pushes my dress up with them.
As soon as the dress is halfway over my ass, the fabric causes it to pop the rest of the way, leaving me fully exposed. The cool air of the room brushes over the lips of my pussy, making me feel even more exposed. Derrick’s warm breath flutters over my skin before the sharp bite of his teeth sinks into my ass cheek. As I shriek, he licks at the bite. “Such a pretty little pussy you have here. It’s already wet and weeping for me. I think I can offer you the job with confidence, but if you accept, you’ll have to wear this.” He holds his hand out next to me, revealing the item to be used.
In the center of his palm is a plug. I’ve only had a few adventurous fingers slipped inside my ass so far... I gulp, despite knowing I’ve enjoyed it every time one of them pays attention there. My nervousness gives way to a new wave of excitement washing over me. “I accept,” I whisper before I really think about it. I’m lost in a haze of my thoughts, a disjointed in-between place where I lose focus of my surroundings. I’m vaguely aware of him lubing the toy and I’m brought back into focus when the chill of it presses against my tight ring. I release a hiss at the cold sensation, which quickly turns into moaning his name.
“Mmm, fuck. So sexy,” he praises me. I’m not entirely sure if he says it while still in character, or if he’s become just as lost in our actions as I have. The toy enters me, but before it’s fully seated, he pulls it back out. I groan as he uses it to tease me. His hand caresses my ass and the action sends me a wave of love in the midst of our game. When he finally pushes the toy all the way in, I feel a whole new fullness I just don’t get from a finger or two.
“During a normal inspection, I’d need to see if you’re being properly stimulated by your surroundings by checking your wetness, but the damp spot on your panties already gave you away.” His finger swipes at a drip, making its way down my thigh, and a moment later, I hear him groan and the pop of his finger leaving his mouth. “You know what, I don’t want you to be surprised so I’ll show you anyway.” His fingers trail along my slit before he dips two of them inside. The slow pumping of his hand is just a further tease, not allowing me to build toward the orgasm I want.
With a smack to my ass, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and stands to lean on the desk. He’s placed himself right beside my hands, where they’re gripping the wood. Shifting his weight, he sits on the edge with one leg hiked up. The bulge in his pants is unmistakable, showing he’s become as affected as me, and I can’t glance away from it. I’m sure he’s taken notice of my pout and knows I’m about to object to him having stopped his attention. Before I can voice my displeasure, he says, “This position comes with a few tasks you won’t normally find at other jobs, but since you already accepted the position, you’re just going to have to prove you want to keep it.” He snickers, finding it hard to keep up with the secretary/boss banter. “Sometimes, things become stressful around here. Do you think you can show me how good you are at getting my head to calm down?” Oh, man, things are starting to sound like such a bad porno, but I’m so here for it.
I move to stand between his legs and press my body to his. My hands glide up his chest, allowing me to enjoy the sensation of feeling every dip and curve of his muscles hiding underneath his button-down shirt. With my hands on his shoulders, I guide him to sit down in the seat he just vacated. “Here, Sir, you should be relaxing. Let me help you release some of your stress.” I straddle his lap and start massaging his shoulders.
With my dress still bunched around my waist, there’s a clear view of my glistening pussy, which catches his attention right away. Moving to my knees, I cut off his line of sight and press his face into my cleavage. Without missing a beat, he leaves kisses all along my cleavage and I regret not having pulled my neckline down to expose my breasts first. His hands land on my ass, and he initiates kneading my curves before reaching to wiggle the plug around. It’s becoming harder to keep up with his roleplay idea. Especially as we’re purposefully making it so obvious what our goals are. I just want to rip all of his clothes off and have my way with him. Instead, I dip down to grind against his cock, and a breathy moan escapes him.
“This is a good start, but I believe you could come up with a better way to help me with my stress. That is, if you really want to keep your position, Cecily.” Derrick gently presses on my shoulders, leaving no doubt in my mind where he wants me to go next. I get off his lap and kneel before him, staring into his eyes, as I quickly undo his pants to expose his thick cock. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him.
Since we’re playing at me proving I’m the woman for the job, I don’t waste time teasing him. I quickly swallow his length and swirl my tongue around his tip. His hands dip into my hair as he grips my head, guiding my movements. “Ah, yes. Such a good secretary. You’re really showing me you have all the skills for the job.” I brace my hands on his thighs, gliding my mouth along his length, and running my tongue over every ridge.
Suddenly, the door opens and I move to... I don’t even know what. Hide? Cover up what we were doing, even though it has to be one of my other mates coming in? Derrick doesn’t allow me to move off his dick though. He holds my head down and thrusts his hips up, keeping with the rhythm I had going. I hear Klaus’ sultry voice say, “Breaking in a new secretary? Mind if I help?” The distinct sound of the lock clicks into place, setting the mood for what’s about to happen.
“This one’s a quick learner, but I’d gladly accept your help, brother,” Derrick says in response. It’s clear this is what they were plotting not long ago. I break out of my shock of having one of my mates walk in on a sexy moment for the first time, and resume my blow job. Gripping Derrick’s shaft, I pump it with my movements.
The biting sound of a zipper dropping sounds from beside me, and I glance over to find Klaus reaching into his boxers to pull out his hard length. I reach over to grab him in my other hand and pump it up and down, before gliding my thumb through a drop of pre-cum on his tip and drawing circles with it. “Fuck, this is hot,” Klaus moans out loud.
With some gentle guidance, I pull him by the dick to step closer to Derrick and I. As I slide off Derrick’s cock, I don’t try to muffle the slurping pop. “Man, there must be a requirement of having a huge cock to work here. I’m not sure if I’m woman enough to service this much dick.”
