Office Decorum
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Posted:Apr 23, 2019 3:07 pm
Last Updated:Sep 27, 2020 4:00 am
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It had been 8 years, and I’d accomplished the goals I laid out upon taking this job, and it was time to move on to the next challenge. I would regret leaving though. I had grown very close to my staff here, particularly, my assistant Emma. She always seemed to have a sixth sense about what needed doing around the office and anticipated my needs readily. I had broken it to my staff just this morning, by introducing them the lady who would be taking my place tomorrow. She was a bit of a cold fish that one. Already she’d complained about Emma’s work attire, which to me looked quite tasteful, if not a touch revealing. Yes, the skirt was a bit short, and showed the top of her thigh highs when she bent over. But I mean, really what was wrong with that. The lady knew how to rock an outfit, and none of the others seemed to mind. And Emma had always been very professional in carrying out her tasks, was never late, and always had an upbeat, eager to serve mood. I watched with a bit of consternation at leaving her to this witch of a boss that was about to take over. I felt the least I could do was, warn her that she might want to tighten up the dress code a bit. I decided to wait until the end of the day, as she typically one of the last to leave the office. And the privacy of the conversation might be best considering the touchy subject matter.
Around 3pm that afternoon she brought me the paperwork from HR, that required my signature securing my separation from the office in two weeks, when my vacation would end, and my new job would begin. She stepped around the desk and laid the papers before me, a look of focus on her face as she knelt and indicated where I needed to sign, her proximity allowing me to take in the light waft of perfume that I’d never noticed before. I was so caught up in it, I missed one signature she’d pointed out, and had not even noticed as her hand went to my shoulder. I’d never known her to make physical contact with me before and I think that’s why I sensed a bit of electricity in the touch, something new and exciting. Perhaps it was just the excitement that I was about to embark on a new task and I was looking forward to it. Or maybe it was the perfume, or the way her hip grazed my hand as it sat on the arm of the desk chair. Wait, when did she get that close?!?.
I found myself getting a bit flustered now as she took the papers and headed to the door, her heel apparently catching, causing her to stumble and drop the pen she had brought with her. She caught herself and bent over at the waist. My eyes locked onto the sensuous way she bent, the way her skirt rode up a bit in the back exposing the tops of the thigh highs, and the dangle of the garters she wore under the skirt. Wait, um garters? My mind flashed on images of my hand tracing softly over the garter, fingers sliding beneath, thumb, index and middle finger working in concert to free the clasp that held them in place.
“Will there be anything else sir?”, heard her say, perhaps not for the first time.
“Um, what? No, that will be all for now, Emma. But I do have something I need to discuss with you before you leave for the day.”
“Yes sir”
Ok, when had she started calling me sir on a regular basis? It was usually just a yes, or yes Tony. I took a deep breath and convinced myself it was just the excitement of taking a new job and it had my mind wandering. Nothing more than that. Or at least, that’s what I told myself as I eyed the way her hips swayed as she walked out the door. Those black boots were sexy as hell.
“Mind on your job Tony!!” I muttered too myself as the door closed.
I had just wrapped up everything on my punch list and laid out the to do list for my replacement to face on Monday. I’d said goodbye to most of the staff as they began filtering out, just before 5. And it was almost time to go celebrate with a good bourbon and one of my favorite haunts. A knock at the door announced the last three members of my staff to leave for the day. We said our goodbyes and the wish you well and they turned to leave. All except for Emma, who remained at the door.
“Sir, you said you wished to speak with me before I left?”
Oh, right. Yeah, I will definitely need that bourbon in a few. No need to put it off any longer. I suppose.
“Yes Emma, please come in and have a seat.”
She closed the door, which I frowned at. Policy was that we didn’t close doors with only two of us in the room. Gender awareness seminars came from such misconduct. But I found I couldn’t bring myself to say anything now. I watched her as she sat. She moved with a deliberate grace, I’d never noticed about her before. It wasn’t aggressive, but it was almost predatory in a way. She crossed her legs very slowly as she leaned back, and my eyes couldn’t help but drift to the glimpse of pale flesh that flashed just beneath hem of the skirt.
I might’ve swallowed audibly at this point. WTF was going on with me today. As, I collected my thoughts, Emma said. “Is there something in particular you wish to address with me sir?” Her hand drifting along the hem of her skirt, her teeth tugging a bit at her lower lip. Not exactly a timid look but, more knowing.
“Ah, um, Yes. Emma as you know, Mrs. Rudd will be starting on Monday. And she mentioned something to me I thought you should be aware of.”
“And what might that be, sir”
“Ok, what is with all the sirs today? We’ve known each other a long time and I don’t recall you ever saying it this many times in one day”
“I am just trying to maintain a ‘professional’ air as your personal servant, Sir”
Something the way she said professional, gave me pause. Ok, yeah, my radar was definitely dinging off an inbound bogey now. Spidey sense tingling. Danger Will Robinson signs, going off.
As if reading my thoughts, she gave me a knowing if not entirely shy smile.
“Right, um anyway. Mrs. Rudd happened to make a comment about your attire today, and she seemed to think it might be a little too revealing”
“I see, and what do you think?”
“I don’t believe what I think is relevant at the moment, she is the one who will be your boss come Monday, not I”
“But are you not my boss now? Doesn’t that make it relevant, now.”
“Well yes, but I am not bothered by your current state of dress. She is the one who made the comment.”
She stuck out her bottom lip just a bit.
“My outfit doesn’t bother you at all?” she said as she pulled the skirt just a bit higher showing off the tops of the stockings, and the clasps of the garters. “I wore it especially for you.”
This caused me to shift in my seat and lean forward just a bit to make sure nothing inappropriate appeared on my side of the discussion”
“Um, Emma, I’m not sure this conversation is going in the professional manner conducive to business hours.”
“Ah, but it’s 5:05pm sir. And per the papers you signed 2 hours ago, you’re no longer employed here. And I would very much like to know what you think of my outfit.”
“Well I uh, I think it’s quite lovely. Have you done something different with your hair?”
Oh yeah, that was smooth. For fucks sake what have I gotten myself into here.
“No, I’ve not done anything different with my hair. But I did dress a bit differently today. Had you not noticed? I would be quite disappointed if you had not.”
“Oh I noticed alright” I blurted. Hells bells, Tony!! Collect yourself.
“I mean, yes I noticed that you looked particularly nice today. Do you have a date tonight?”
“Not yet” was her purr of a reply. As she rose and moved slowly around the corner of the desk.
I felt my denials of the last few hours melt away and the reality of what my hindbrain had been screaming at me to settle in. Sweet little Emma, the perfect personal assistant was putting the moves on me! How had I missed this coming? And what the hell was I going to do now. I had about 3 of her strides to make up my mind and come to a conclusion.
So of course, I stood quickly, and put out my hand in a woe-there gesture.
“Emma, this is not appropriate workplace behavior. If caught you could lose your job and I my reputation. I think you should go home. I do not wish to see you lose your job.”
“I didn’t hear you say that you did not want this to happen though?”
“Well I, um”. Ok, she had me there. Cuz I realized I did want this to happen. I had always found her attractive, witty and quite sexy if truth be known. She had that something about her attitude that made you want to know more. But professionalism and workplace decorum were important so I’d ignored those thoughts.
“Ok, no I haven’t said that. I find you quite attractive, but I don’t want to be seen as taking advantage of and employer, employee situation”.
“Fixed, you’re not longer my employer”. Was her quick and somewhat saucy reply.
“Well I err”. And her finger came to my lips. Shushing all further protests as she raised my hand to her lips and kissed the back of my hand.
“I know you haven’t thought of me this way. But I have been thinking about you for some time now.”
I turned my hand in her grasp and let my fingers brush over her lips, before sliding around to the back of her neck and pulling her into me. My lips brushing across hers as I took in her scent, letting it in and drift over my tongue, giving me the faintest impression of how she might taste. I felt her tongue probe timidly and I pressed in further, allowing mine to slide along hers, the tips intertwining and then spirally deeper. The feel over he body pressed into mine, I could feel her nipples through the layers of fabric that separated us, and her lower abdomen as it pressed into my surprising aroused state below. I let my hands begin to explore her as she began to explore my back, sides and chest. I let my hands fall to her buttocks, squeezing them softly at first and then more firmly as the kiss lingered. As that first kiss wound down and broke in a gasp of air.
I heard her whisper. “How may I Serve you, Sir”.
Well now, clarity cummeth it seems.
“I find your state of dress totally unacceptable” I said.
“I’m sorry sir, how may I correct that for you?” Her reply somehow both demure and challenging.
I sat back down, rested my elbows on the chair and steepled my fingers thoughtfully
“I think you should remove your jacket and blouse”
“Yes sir”. Ah, I’m not sure those words have ever sent this kind of thrill through me. But I was damned sure gonna enjoy it while it lasted.
She did as I asked, the lacey black bra, that remained straining to hold her in.
“The skirt as well”. Rising from the chair as I said it. I noted that at some point she’d lost her panties and I was fit to burst out of my zipper with that new knowledge.
“Emma, this is definitely not appropriate attire for the work place, I’m afraid I will have to reprimand you severely for this”.
“Yes sir” was all she said, a smile playing over her lips.
“Bend over the desk, please”
She did so slowly as she eyed my hands removing my belt
I placed a hand over her left buttock and squeezed, causing her cheeks to flare and separate. The heels on her boots causing her hips to arch in such a way as to display the extent of her how arousal. I took the belt in both hands pushing the folded belt to separate and pulling quickly so hit popped in a manner that caused her to flinch in a pleasing way.
“What manner do you think you reprimand should take”
“I’m sure, sir knows best”
“But I’m asking you”
“I think ten lashes would be sufficient sir”
Hot damn. Um ok..I’m playing the cool disciplinarian here…control Tony, Control.
“Ten it is then” I swung lightly at first, getting a feel for the weight and the intensity the blow as it landed. Again, massaging the flesh after the strike. And swung again, harder this time. This one bringing a light whimper from her as it fell. I quickly struck again, yet again harder than before the end of the belt wrapping around the curve of her buttocks and the tip finding the tender lips below. She moaned a bit at this one. Actually moaned. “Control Tony” I muttered.
She smiled a bit and said “Excuse me”?
“err Nothing”
And I swung again this time raising lines of faint pink across both cheeks, and a true whimper. And a challenging look from her as she said.
“I thought you were going to reprimand me, not coddle me”
I swung again, this time she flinched away after the blow struck, and true moaning whimper escaping her lips. I again rubbed her ass, flaring the cheeks so I could see the drops of moisture now forming on her lips. I caught her peeking and said.
“Eyes forward”
And she looked straight ahead as I made the belt pop against itself again. Once, twice and a third time. Smirking to myself as she flinched each time. Yep, I’d say that last one was about the right intensity. The forth swing brought another moan and a quiver from her hips, that I did not give her time to recover from before landing the 9th and 10th blows. Each seeming to bring her to the edge of some precipice. I took the belt then and fashioned a loop which I put over her head. And tightened around her neck as I stepped in behind her. Letting my pants fall to the floor. I rubbed the tip of my cock on her dew-covered lips pressing in just enough to flare them and smear her arousal over my tip. Then I pressed in slowly, just the tip and eased back out. I pressed in again and let her seal around the head and pulled on the belt as I thrust into her, sheathing my length inside her and then slowly and completely withdrew. I plunged in again and this time I fell into a rhythm that grew in pace and intensity, the belt giving me purchase as my hips slapped her tender ass. I didn’t let up until I felt her quake and shudder, the moans announcing her climax. I felt her coat me in her orgasm and slowly withdrew from her. Tugging the belt so that she had to stand and then down to force her to her knees.
“Taste of yourself” It came out as an order, which she readily accepted.
I felt her tongue on my shaft as she teased it. She lingered at the ever-sensitive tip, her tongue probing it’s cleft before encircling the head and taking it all into her mouth. I could feel the way she swirled her tongue around the tip each time she pulled back, and the tightness as she took me into the back of her mouth near the throat. My hand going to the back of her head, urging her to take it deeper and deeper with each thrust. Stopping only when she reached the point of gagging. She continued her rhythmic work until I held her at her maximum depth until she began to tap out on my thigh. I released her then and removed the belt from around her neck as I sat down in my chair, bringing he up to sit astride me. It was her turn to tease it seemed as she lowered her self so that my shaft was between her and myself. The lips of her pussy sliding over my length, as she ground her clit into it. I pulled the straps of her bra down her arms and leaned forward as she rose to meet them with her nipples. Letting me take one into my mouth and then the other. Wetting them both with a swirling tongue. And sucking in one and then the other through lightly parted teeth as she tormented the tip of my shaft with and undulating motion of her hips that brought the tip into her clit and down the length of her pussy lips, and back up. I bit down lightly as she tormented me and felt her lower herself, so the tip slid into her. The more pressure I applied the lower she’d go. Her way of telling me I guess, how hard, was too hard. And as she let me settle into her depths, she began a rocking motion with her hips, that allowed the tip to sweep back and forth inside her. At some point she combined this with a rising and falling motion that quickly sent me into orgasmic oblivion. It was a sudden loss of control for me, losing myself in the bliss of it with a growl of her name, and I felt her clinch and writhe as her own pleasure over took her and her hips. As the quivered and swung somewhat wildly back and forth in an orgasm as intense as any I’ve ever experienced.
She kissed me deeply, as we sat there in one another’s arms the soft sway of her hips teasing and tempting me.
And then was when we heard housekeeping open the outer office door.
It was a frantic scramble to clothe ourselves and try to regain a modicum of professional look. A less then thorough cleaning of the chair, Mrs. Rudd would likely have burned on Monday. I quickly collected my box of things as Emma went to her desk. She met me at my door. Her own box in her hand.
“What’s that?” I asked
“Oh, I didn’t tell you. Today is my last day” she answered. “And I think you owe me a celebratory drink”
“Oh yeah, you’ve found another job?”
“Yep!!” and wry smile playing over her lips
Suspicion began to gnaw at me as I asked rather dubiously. “Where?”
“Oh I’m going to be your personal assistant at your new job.” She said. “I don’t think I’ll be very good though, I will probably need many, many reprimands to keep me in line”
“Want that drink at my place? Or yours?” and she walked out.
I stood there for a minute, dumbfounded. “Oh boy!”
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