Debbie Does You #12 - Get To Work

Another one of my ‘clients’ from Viva Ponata has asked me to do a DDU.
So, go ahead and do Debbie, TM

I’m a good secretary and I’m proud of it, but I don’t like it when a company shakes up the staff.  The boss I had been assisting for the past 6 years was asked to retire early and I had to break in a new boss this week.
Monday came and I got to the office early.  Seems as though the new boss thought it would be a good idea to get there early too.  When I got there, he was unpacking his stuff and making the office his own.  I thought it best to be proactive and introduce myself.  When I walked into the office, his back was to me.  It already looked like a man’s office, personal effects made of dark woods and brass, like the pen set on his desk.  Not to mention the paintings of Winslow.  He was putting some business journals into the built in library case.

“Hello, Mr. Johnson?”
He turned around quickly, “Yes?”
“I’m Debbie, your executive secretary.  I’m sorry if I startled you.”

He gave me the once over, of course his eyes pausing a bit more on my tits, then back up to my eyes and smiled kindly.  I admit I did dress as a stereotypical secretary today.  I thought I’d play it safe at first.  A blue skirt, just above the knees, plain white ruffled button down blouse, matching heels, only a small amount of makeup and jewelry.  It was somewhat plain and I like to feel pretty, so I made up for it underneath, deciding to wear stockings and garters rather than pantie hose along with a black satin bra and pantie set.
Mr. Johnson was a bit older than my last boss.  He was starting to gray, but had a young attitude, and was still in great shape.  He already seemed a bit kinder; I could tell just by the way he smiled.  He seemed to be dressed more formally than I’m used to seeing, a pin striped suit, white starched shirt, blue tie, and cuff links.  I do like a man that looks like a man and something about a fresh pressed suit does that.  Sometimes I like that dominance attitude.

“What the first order of business?”, I asked

He told me that he thought it best to get together his calendar and go over it.  I went into my outer office and started on that project.  There were a lot of meet and greets for him this week.  I had taken the liberty of setting up a meeting with the rest of our department and orientation in the HR department.  I had everything he needed in about half an hour and went back to his office.  His desk had been neatened and he was sitting behind it, looking over my resume.  He motioned to me to sit down.

“Seems you have a lot of experience for a young woman”, he said dryly.
Expectations followed, “I demand a certain level of professionalism in the office, is there a problem with that?”

I told him that I prided myself on my office skills and that I was well suited for an executive office.  I assured him I was always eager to learn about my boss so I could assist him the best I could.
Mr. Johnson nodded and went back to my resume.
“I have one question, you listed three associations for secretaries and assistants you belong to.  Are there any others?”

It seemed like a strange question, mostly because there was one more, but there was no way he could know that.
“No, I don’t think so”

He didn’t seem to believe me, or want to believe me, I couldn’t tell.  I shifted nervously in the chair as he asked again.
“Really?  Most of my secretaries do belong to another one, in fact, I insist on it”, this time he was looking straight at the gap in my blouse where it stretched over my tits.

I blushed, glanced down and admitted there was another ‘club’ I belonged to, it just seemed to escape my mouth,
“I belong to the Naughty Secretary Club”
He smiled, and then chuckled.
“I somehow thought you did, but let’s move on, where’s my calendar?”

I gathered the datebook and hard copy print out of my Outlook calendar and brought them to the side of his desk.
Actually, I wasn’t too surprised to see he had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it.
“I expect you to listen your boss well, you’re used to that right?”
I nodded, confident in being an expert in many aspects of my job and knew my responsibilities. 

As he kept stroking he continued to ask me questions like whether I did this for my last boss, whether I’ve ever had to assist a female boss, or if my last boss had shared me.  I answered truthfully, that my last boss had taken full advantage of my skills, but his ‘appetites’ were vanilla.  I wasn’t really challenged.  I had a female boss in the past and I took care of her needs, having to be a sub all the time.  She was a bit of a harsh manager.  No boss had ever shared me, and I told Mr. Johnson that I wasn’t sure that would be a good idea.  I always stress discretion.

“I want you to know I’ll be very specific about what I want until we know each other better.”
I nodded again; it made perfect sense to me.
“Now go close the door Debbie”
Once back at his desk his instructions, if not demands, started.
“Take your blouse off and get under the desk” 

I was glad he asked for this for a few reasons; I wanted to show off my big tits to him, I do like a man staying in a suit with the extra special accessory of a hardening cock falling out of pants, and this was already a bit naughtier than my last boss ever got.  Little did I know exactly how naughty it would get.

He told me to suck his balls while he kept stroking his dick.
“I don’t want you to put this cock in your mouth unless I say so”.

His nuts were shaved smooth and my tongue attacked them with vigor.  He squirmed and stroked a bit harder when I sucked one into my mouth and slurped on it.
“Ohmmm very good Debbie”, he said as he placed his free hand on the top of my head.
Continuing to use my tongue to pleasure and explore him, I licked small circles over and under his balls.

“I want to fuck you Debbie, I want you to make me real hard with your mouth first”, he said as he let go of his cock.

This request was usual; guys always want to shove their cocks into my mouth.  I came out from under the desk a bit and loosened his tie, then took it off.  He seemed a bit bewildered, but trusted me already.  Disappearing under the desk again I sucked his cock head into my mouth as I wrapped his tie around the base of his cock.
“Oh wow!  You are a good secretary!”

I took another inch of him into my mouth and felt him harden against my tongue.  His hand remained on my head.  It wasn’t too long until my sucking and licking wasn’t enough for him.
“Now I need to show you who’s boss Debbie, get out from under there.”

This was when requests turned into demands.
He asked for his tie back and told me to move to the front of the desk.  He stood up and I got wetter just looking at him, his cock was rock hard, but he was still in his suite, even his jacket.

“Bend over and grab the desk”
He lifted my skirt and threw it up and onto my back. 

“Do you know how to show your ass off to me?”
I did know, so I reached back and spread my cheeks apart for him.
“Exactly !, very nice”

I felt two of his fingers enter my pussy and spreading my juices all over.  He bent over and started to tickle my asshole with his tongue, he was marvelous.  Again, I thought, how much of a better boss this guy was. 
I looked behind me as he was grabbing his cock.  I watched as he rubbed the head over my asshole, plunging his thumb into my tight hole.  I accidentally moaned out, not quite expecting it.  That caused another demand; I think it pissed him off.

“We can’t have that Debbie, you can’t make noise”
He took his tie from his pocket and gagged me with it.  Pulling on the extra fabric as he slowly shoved his cock into my ass. 

“We can’t have a secretary that doesn’t know what she’s doing”, he groaned as he drove deeper into my ass. 

One hand kept a tight rein on my gag while the other started to spank me.  My ass got hotter, hot cock inside and a hand smacking the outside.  I turned my head and lay my cheek on the desk, the wood was cool and smooth and I sighed.  He thrusts were getting deeper; I could feel his balls on me.  The pace quicken and I bucked back against him, his very quiet groans told me he liked it.

He gave me another hard slap, let go of the gag, pulled out of me and came on my ass cheeks.  His jizz was hot and having it fall on my smacked ass made the heat that much more intense!
He sat back in his chair again, this time with a big smile on his face.  He seemed content with my work.
“Now Debbie, try to understand this, although it was nice getting to know you, you should only be fucking your boss on dress down Friday’s, got it?”
“Sure boss, whatever works”, I answered as I was straightening out my blouse and skirt.
“Good, now would you mind booking and preparing the conference room for my meeting this afternoon”, he said as he pulled a file from his desk.
Nodding, I turned on my heels and headed out the door.

I think at lunchtime I’ll prepare my report for the next meeting of the Naughty Secretary Club.

Tasty Balls

You know how tasty I think balls are, especially CJ's.  They are the perfect snack before a good cock sucking session.  Here is CJ with our favorite Ben and Jerry's ice cream.

Winter Storm

This week, as most people living along the I-95 corridor know, we had a big Winter Storm. It started the night before and continued through the next day. March definitely came in like a lion here. March’s lion wasn’t the only I was experiencing that day. I got a phone call from my boss at 5:45 in the morning to let me know that work was closed and to take a “snow day”. I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep for a few more hours. CJ got the same type of call, so we got to spend the day together. Something we enjoy, especially during the week, and experience it only once a week at best. With CJ and I many times it’s the seemingly little things that add to our intimacy. The morning began with each of us having a hot breakfast together, rather than cold cereal, separately. We watched the snow continue through the morning, sipping on hot coffee, and having the conversations that I delight in.

We lit the fireplace and settled in for the day. As I sat in my chair doing my cross-stitch, watching the movie we had chosen for the day, CJ moved behind me and kissed me on the back of the neck. I softly giggled and went back to what I was doing. CJ didn’t stop there though, his soft little kisses continued. I put down the project I was working on, leaned back and enjoyed the warm feeling. His kisses now turning into nips and bites. His lips are always warm and wet. He advanced to my cheek, and then came around to smile at me at kiss my mouth. I returned not only his smile, but every motion, and picked up on every signal.

As often times in the past, our foreplay seems to start wherever we are. This time was no different. We were entwined, kissing, and gently fell to the Oriental rug between the bedroom and the living room. The warmth from CJ’s body was a nice addition to the fireplace. My hands slipped under his pajamas giving me a chance to massage his bare skin and brush against his now hardening cock. CJ easily peeled off my clothing. It seemed to me that once he had done that, rather than taking his time exploring my body, he went straight to my tits, and stayed there. Of course he knows I like that, but it’s only a part of our foreplay. He squeezed my breasts, one in each hand as he bit my nipples, one at time, and pulled on them with his teeth.
“Come to the bedroom babe. I have an idea”, he said in a way that was very alluring to me.
When we got to the bedroom he opened my “toy drawer”. After rummaging around he found what he wanted, my nipple jewelry (for a picture of this toy in use see: A Night With Mr. W.) Since this is one of my favorite pieces of jewelry, CJ knew how to put it on me quickly. Still only rubbing the other parts of my body, he changed his form and lightly lapped at my nipples now. My sighs turned to moans, especially when he stopped and pulled off the bottoms of those PJ’s. No matter how good of a writer I become, I will never find words to describe how handsome his cock is when it’s at attention for me.

He whispered in my ear “I have something even better planned”.
I had no idea what he meant.
He continued teasing me, with words this time, “I know that you like it a bit kinky sometimes”, he said as he smiled and dove onto my tits again.
My pussy was wet now and my moans louder. My nipples had become more sensitive than I think I had ever felt them before. I was at the point where I wanted to touch him anywhere I could. In the mean time I was curious about what the last comment he made meant.
“I don’t want to fuck you on the bed”, he said to continue his tease.
“Well what do you want?”, I said in my most dutiful voice.

CJ then took matters into his own hands. I could tell this was a well planned out setting. Our bedroom has a large glass door to the patio that is covered with wide vertical blinds. CJ opened the blinds and moved them all to the far right. It really was beautiful outside, snow always seems to make things more quiet and serene. CJ stood sideways in front of the door. I could see his cock jutting out from between his thighs, but I just kept staring at him.
“Come on over here babe and join me”, CJ asked.
I quickly moved towards him and when I was about to embrace him, he stopped me and pushed me to my knees. I moved my mouth to his cockhead, but again he stopped me.
“Not this time Deb”, he told me.
As he continued smiling and speaking to me softly he said all I was allowed to do was lick his balls. He didn’t even want me to touch his cock. He lifted his hard-on so it rested on my face as I tilted it upwards and I flicked my tongue over his sacs. I could tell by those special moans of his that he was enjoying my tongue play.
He gasped between his moans to say “Long licks on ‘em now babe”.
I flattened my tongue and as I rolled his nuts over my tongue I could feel his cock twitch and harden on my face.

When I could feel the heat of his cock and could smell that man essence that I know is CJ I wanted to taste more of him, have more of him. He wouldn’t allow it and I realized this was just his way to extend my torture. It started with the obscure whispers, moved onto the play that only seemed to be focused on my tits and nipples, now my tongue is being kept from his meat.
There was a final moan before he lifted me up by the shoulders so we were face to face again. He pulled on the chain that was attached to my nips and again sucked them like a hungry baby. As I was delighting in the sensation and the fact that my cunt was dripping, you know, when all you seem to be experiencing is a oneness with the sensations your body is sending you. All of a sudden I wasn’t only spinning from the sensual experience, but because CJ was quickly turning me towards the door and pushing me against it.
What a sensation! The ice cold feeling of smooth polished glass was hitting my already very erect nipples, it was painful and pleasurable at the same time, almost like the sensation I love of being spanked. My abdomen was pressing against the glass also, my pussy tingled in a way I had never felt, and it was an adventure. All these different feelings were joining with a favorite kink, my exhibitionism. CJ held me pressed against the glass as his cock pushed on my ass cheeks. He pushed my knees apart and tilted my hips so he could enter into my very ready slippery cunt. I moaned out as he did so and saw my hot breath vaporize on the glass. I was hot and cold at the same time. Heat from my hips down and cold from my waist up.
CJ drove into me with his heat as he tugged on my nipple chain at the time, whispering in my ear, “Does it burn babe? I want to make you burn.”
He was surely succeeding at that.

As CJ and I rocked against each other, I began to survey the view I had. The parking lot was basically empty. Not even the dog walkers in the neighborhood seemed to be out. Rather than being discouraged by this, it was the possibility that I could be seen at any moment still turned me on. There were the passing salt trucks and plows that would go down the street every so often, but that was the only sign of life. CJ just would fuck me harder when he saw that a car or truck was going by. Just as he said when we first got to the bedroom, he does know how to do me kinky, and I love him for it. He really was stirring my pussy now. As we moved together, the warmer I got, the more the double intensity struck my body, the more our moans filled the air, and I got closer to cumming.

CJ was getting closer to exploding too. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and shoulders as my hot breath would just hit the glass, causing more clouds. Sometimes he would drive so hard, fast, and deep that just the top of my clit would hit the cold door. I could feel my cunt pucker and pull tight on his cock when it happened. Then it happened, perfection! I saw a salt truck slow down as he drove up our street. In fact he came to a full halt.
CJ slowed down a bit and whispered in my ear, “Do you like that honey?”
“Oh yes! Fuck me harder, show him how I get fucked”.
He waited a moment and when the driver turned his head, obviously watching, he pounded my pussy with a perfect vigor. As he did, he tugged on my nipples and I pictured the driver pulling his hard cock out of his pants and jacking off. I lifted my arms above my head and pushed my hands on the glass, staring at the guy in the truck, I grasped CJ’s cock with my kink filled pussy as we came together. Oh god, it was wonderful! I crumpled onto the floor with my eyes still on the salt truck. He was already driving off and I sighed. I turned around, looked up at CJ and said, “I do like to be kept warm on a cold winter’s day”.

I was rejuvenated the next day, ready to go to work. As I turned onto our street in the morning for some strange reason I had to drive around a large pile of road salt.

Monday Cross Post #7

My work as a full-fledged Fellatrix at The Fellatrices continues.
I now have regular postings there every Sunday.
Again, I urge you to both enjoy my full story on that site and enjoy the stories of my fellow Fellatrices. Yesterday's post was a blowjob compilation.




Below is the tickler to help encourage you to read the post.


There is something about the words that describe a good blowjob session that are just as stimulating to me as the actually event. Well at least almost. I went through my favorite past stories in my dirty diary and list some of them below. I hope that you find them as inspiring as I do.

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