Office Bitch

Monday

For Geoffrey, Sunday is family day. They all go to church in the morning, go for a walk, have lunch, and then watch a film. And after the kids have gone to bed, Geoffrey and Linda have sex. Life didn't use to be this regimented; family time would occur naturally, and often, as would the sex. But, one day, Linda noticed that they had all drifted apart, more than perhaps they'd noticed, and certainly more than she would like (partly my fault I'm sure) and so Sunday was set out in this family: the sex, though never spoken of, seemed a naturally end, and so occurring as it did after their first 'family day', it occurred after everyone since. Gradually all other family time, and all other sex, ceased. It was like a club, a weekly club, that Geoffrey attended: domestic life.

I know all this because Geoffrey talks about his family a lot. That is to say, I ask Geoffrey about his family. It makes me feel closer to him, knowing how I do that I can never be part of a family with him. I'm only his secretary after all.

It is for this reason that I so love Monday mornings. I get to ask Geoffrey about his weekend, about the sermon at church, where they went for their walk, what they talked about, what he had for lunch, what she had for lunch, whether they were glad of their picks, or regretted them. If I sense that Geoffrey is in a good mood, I even ask him about the sex.

This morning, Monday morning, I am wating for him under his desk when he gets into work. He told me about this months ago, something a friend had told him their secretary did, and he asked me to try it. I don't know if he's noticed that it's almost always Monday that I treat him to this, maybe he even knows why. Maybe he thinks I've just missed him over the weekend, which I have, though that isn't the reason.

Sundays are hard for me. I fill them with girlfriends, and shopping. I masturbate on Sundays, several times usually. It has become a bad habit, sometimes I even do it in public bathrooms, if I'm desperate.

Really it's not him, though, that I miss: it's his wife.

I've never actually met his wife I should say. Linda, she's called. Though I feel like I know her. I know what food she likes, and what food she thinks she'll like but never does. I know what films she likes, and how long of a walk she thinks is a good walk, and how long is too far. I know what will make her cum: I know that she's very vanilla, but that she'll do certain things that Geoffrey wants, and that she won't do certain other things. I could make you a list if you wanted. I often picture the list in my head, knowing that I would do almost all of it, if he asked, and definitely all of it, if she did.

He walks into the office; presumably he has guessed where I'll be; that is, at least he isn't surprised when he sees me. I'm not wearing my top, or my bra: they're folded next to me, with my shoes on top. I'm just in a little black miniskirt, with my medium sizes tits hanging out. I hope I look sexy for him. I feel sexy for him. When he sit down, I reach up and unzip his trousers. He likes it when we don't talk immediately. He says he likes 'greeting me with my cum down your throat'. He is semihard as I take him out and begin kissing him. He is unpacking his briefcase by the time I finally put my lips around him. With one hand I start to massage his balls as he checks his diary.

It is this that I so love about Monday mornings, the first journey my tastebuds take down his shaft. I close my eyes, and imagine the sex he had with Linda the previous night. Now that Linda is no longer fertile, he fucks her raw, and I swear I can taste molecules from her cunt still on his cock. I imagine that it is she I am servicing. I use my tongue a lot, taking him out of my mouth to flick at the tip like I would Linda's clitoris, and then slid my tongue up from the base to the top, like I would with her labia.

As I open my eyes I see that he is trying to get my attention. His first look down at me. I try to smile, though with his cock once again filling my mouth.

'I need you to rearrange my ten o'clock: I've booked squash with Harry from Accounts.'

I nod, and mumble agreement.

Linda couldn't rearrange his ten o'clock. Linda wouldn't suck him off like this. Not when he still smelt of another woman, not with her knees on the harsh office carpet, not without the slightly chance of any reciprocal love. I wonder who enjoys these morning blowjobs more, me or him. I know who thinks about them the most, and who masturbates in the shower dreaming of them.

I feel his foot, with the shoe still on it, find its way behind my skirt, and up to between my legs.

I take him out of my mouth, so that I can kiss his thighs instead, and give him a wet sticky hand job instead. I think that I have time to play, but suddenly I feel him tense, and hear the faint silenced moans, as he finished.

'Oopsie,' I say with a giggle, as his cum lands in my hair, dribbling down to my skull.

I quickly lick him clean, savouring as much as I can of his wife's scent in these final moments, knowing that on some level I will spend the rest of the week waiting for this moment again.

I wish that I could taste him straight afterwards, twelve hours ago, approximately. She'd be already asleep, and he would find me waiting for him in his closet, when I would lick all of him, all of her through him.

I sadly place him back in his boxers, and then put on my bra and my top.

This morning I carefully wrote 'Geoffrey's little slut' on my chest, with lipstick and a mirror, but he hasn't really looked at me properly yet.

If he isn't busy at lunch hopefully he'll fuck me, and he'll notice then. I come out from under the desk, smile and wish him a good morning. He kisses me on the cheek, and reminds me about his ten o'clock, and then spanks me hard on the arse and I leave.

It's half-twelve when he finally comes back from his squash game. He's had a few beers afterwards, though seems generally ok; he's a loving drunk really -- it's cute. He kisses me on the mouth, hard, as I come into the office, and then he puts his hands on my arse cheeks, and pulls me in closer.

'Geoffrey, sweetheart,' I whisper in his ear,' are you going to fuck me?'

'Yes, probably. Get me a scotch first,' he says, slowly, as I distract him by kissing his neck.

Then, after a minute, I pull back, ready to engage in a conversation I've been having in my head all day: 'It's just, Geoffrey, darling, I have a surprise for you.'

'The writing,' he motions to my breasts, 'yes I saw earlier, very pretty, love.'

'No. I bigger surprise ... I'm on the pill. I've been on it for a couple of weeks; it'd probably have been ok last week, but I didn't want any risks. But now I'm definitely ok. So you can just fuck me properly.'

'It's not that simple, Jane, honestly. You know that I'd love that, but what if Linda could tell. She's very perceptive.'

'Geoffrey, you haven't had sex with her for months apart from on Sundays.'

'I know, but I've got to be careful.' This isn't how the conversation happened in my head, not once. I am a little saddened by it. I can't stand the thought of him entering me with a rubber on again. It feels so clinical. He walks off to get his Whiskey, and I follow him towards the desk.

'I'm sorry, love. We don't have to do anything if you don't want.' He is trying to be nice, I think, though I worry that I've completely ruined his good mood.

'What if you showered, at my place, or back at the club.'

'I haven't the time, poodle.'

'What if I washed you, afterwards, with some soap from the bathroom. I'd be loving, you know I would. You're thighs, and your cock, and your balls. I kneel, and hug him, pressing the side of my face against my trousers. I am sort of begging him, but in a cutesy way, I hope.

He can tell I'm not budging. He's gotten his own whiskey at this point, and starts to unzip his trousers as he finally agrees.

'Yes!' I should, a little schoolgirlish I think. 'Thank you, baby,' I say over my shoulder as I turn around, hick up my dress, and lean over the desk.

He still has his glass in his hand as he first enters me, though eventually he puts it down on the desk, grabbing my torso with both hands, as he slams himself harder and harder into me.

'Geoffrey, dear, can I ask you for another favour?'

'Is it what I think it is?'

'Yes, please, you know how much I love it.'

'Ok, whatever you want ...' he pauses for a second, '... Linda.'

To be addressed to by her name sends tingles down my spine, and I wiggle from it. He slaps my arse, telling me to keep still, and picks up his drink again.

He calls me Linda again when he cums, as for the first time I feel his cum releasing inside of me, and then, with his trousers still round his ankles and his slowly softening cock flopped out, goes and sits down in his chair.

I gather myself. Though I have not finished, something I will have to deal with myself later, the experience has still left me a bit shaken. I pull down my skirt, feeling his cum start to drip down my legs, and go in search of something with which to adequately clean him up.

When I come back into the room, Geoffrey is already reading through some documents. He looks a little silly working with his cock out, and I giggle at little as I walk over towards him.

'Be quick, I have work to get on with. And stop bloody smirking.'

I kneel before him, and begin by licking the cum off his cock. I can taste myself on him, a little, underneath the saltiness, and privately lament that it is not Linda I can taste. I feel him start to stiffen again in my mouth, but when I ask if he wants me to finish him off he shakes his head, annoyed a little, and returns to his papers. I move onto cleaning him properly, with the glass of soapy water and the roll of toilet paper, which were all I could find in the office bathroom.

When I'm finished he quickly redresses before I can do it for him, thanks me, solemnly, as though I had merely brought him his afternoon coffee, or found a file that he requested. I return to my work, leave him to his, and then that's pretty much Monday over.

At five he walks past my desk on his way out, and smiles, slightly, as he says goodbye. This has, I think, been a particularly good Monday. I hope he thinks so too.

Tuesday

Tuesday is very boring. Geoffrey is out most of the day. At lunch, I go into his empty office, lock the door, and play with myself at his desk. I do this sometimes. I like to stare at this photo of Geoffrey with Linda on holiday in Greece. Today I cannot finish, and after half an hour I eventually give up. Tuesday evening I go out and find a man to fuck me. I introduce myself as Linda, a little trick I thought of a few weeks ago, though he doesn't moan it when he fucks me, and gets annoyed when I play with myself whilst he takes me from behind.

He wants me to cum merely from the fuck, but if Geoffrey can't do that then it's not like some random guy from a nightclub is going to.

When he's asleep, I go into the bathroom and use his electric toothbrush. I hope he can taste my in the morning, though I'm gone before he wakes up.

Wednesday

Wednesday is more exciting. Geoffrey apologises for not being around much yesterday, and asks if he can take to me lunch. I say I'd rather he takes me during lunch. 'Why spend lots of money eating out somewhere fancy, when you can eat out me for free.'

He laughs, though I know he won't go down on me. At 12 he asks me to come into his office, and motions for me to sit down on his knee, where he finger fucks me as I secretly try to stare at that photo. I finish, very wetly, and he makes me lick it off his fingers.

'You locked the door didn't you?'

I nod.

'Go lie down on the floor for me then, gorgeous, face up, and naked.'

I run over to the middle of the room, stripping and throwing my clothes wherever.

He doesn't take off his (he never does), but he fucks me nicely, tenderly, kissing me on the neck, and biting softly on my shoulder as he cums.

'Don't worry about Linda,' I startle at her name: 'She won't notice I'm sure. I was just being overly cautious yesterday.'

'Ok. Thank you.' And then, 'It was Monday, but yeah.'

'Oh yeah. Sorry about that.'

He picks himself up out of me and goes over to the coat stand.

'Actually, I've got a surprise for me, to say thank you for everything.'

He takes out a pair of panties, and throws them across the room at me.

I look a little confused at them. I thank him immediately, but then notice they look a little tattered. He's bought me lingerie before, but these aren't lingerie, they're just panties, blue, cotton, and why are they just there, lose in his pocket, no bag or box.

'Geoffrey, are these old.'

'They're Linda's, from Sunday, I found them in the laundry, and remembered you asked for them once.'

Hearing these words is almost as stimulating at my orgasm had been.

'Oh my god, Geoffrey, thank you so much. They're amazing.'

And they are. I had asked for them, ages ago, and Geoffrey had been really freaked out; it wasn't a good memory for us. He must really feel bad for yesterday. I almost wish I hadn't gone out and fucked that Jamie bloke from Prysm. I press the panties to my nose, for the first time smelling pure Linda, with no Geoffrey to tarnish her earth scent.

There's a hard patch on the crotch where she's been excited and it's dried. Geoffrey laughs as he looks over to see me sucking on the hard patch.

'God, you're weird. Good job you're sexy I suppose, otherwise someone'd lock you up I'm sure.'

'Maybe you'd like me locked up.'

'Yeah maybe.'

'You could lock me up under the desk, just for you.'

He laughs again, though I sense he is a little unnerved underneath.

'How can I ever thank you for these, Geoffrey, darling?'

'Oh no, you already have.'

'Please, I'll do anything.'

'Just get me a drink, and then give me a kiss, that's all I want.'

I get a drink, and go over to his desk, where he's now sitting, though he's not working yet, in fact he's still looking at me, which feels nice. I sit on his knee again, still naked.

'Here's your drink, you sexy man. Now where do you want that kiss.'

He chuckles again, and kisses me on the lips.

I wonder if there's a place on his body that I wouldn't kiss if he asked me.

There's definitely not a place on Linda's body that I wouldn't kiss if she asked me. Though, of course, she's never even met me, doesn't know I exist, as his secretary even.

My nonexistence to her saddens me, even with her panties clutched to my chest.

'Ooooh, honey, no, you're dripping.'

His cum is starting to come out of me and onto his nice trousers. He grabs the panties out of my hands, and holds them under my cunt to catch it.

'No, Geoffrey.'

I watch as the beautiful, untarnished knickers become tainted with Geoffrey's cum, and with the juices of my worthless cunt. For a minute, they had been the thing that I treasured most in the world, and now they were ruined.

I almost start to cry.

'Hey, Jane, they're just used underwear. And you'd sucked 'em clean anyway.'

I think he is a little freaked out by this also, aware of his mistake though also surprised by it.

'You know, Jane, I truly don't get you.'

He kisses my cheek, and moves his head into my downward gaze.

When he hands the panties back to me I hold them again by my chest, and feel dirtied by the feeling of my cum on my skin.

'Why don't you wear them, this afternoon, for me?'

I don't say anything.

'I tell you what. You wear them, now, and then on Monday I'll get you another pair, even better.'

I nod, and look up at him.

'I'll try to make her keep them on as long as possible, so they'll be all Linda-ry for you.'

'Ok. Thank you.'

'What is this obsession with my wife though, baby? I have to say, I do find it a bit weird sometimes. Is it that you wish you were her? Because as much as I love you, I can't leave her, you know that right.'

I nod, as though that was my reasoning, because it seems the least ridiculous, even if it isn't the truth.

He starts to suck on my tits, and moan a little. It feels forced, to start with, though I try to get involved, swinging my legs round to straddle him, and holding him tightly. I try to press my nails into his back, but it's pointless through his jacket. I pause for a moment, wondering if I should just try to move on from all this weirdness for a bit, but then decide that days like this, open and honest ones, don't come round for us very often, and I capitalise off it.

'Geoffrey?'

He mumbles a yes, still clamped onto my tit. He's attempting to leave a hickey, and when ultimately he sees that he's failed he will just bite down and leave that mark instead, which I enjoy a bit, I suppose.

'Geoffrey, what are you always dressed, even when I'm naked?'

'I'm had my trousers round my ankles only a few minutes ago, have you forgotten?'

'That's not the same through, Geoffrey, is it?'

He says nothing, but returns to my breasts.

'It's just, like ... take me, at the moment. I'm naked, sitting on your lap, with my clothes all over the room.'

'I couldn't do that now could I?'

'Why not? I am!'

'Well, what if someone came in?'

'Well, what if they did, I mean it's not like you'd be able to play dum to the it all. You're sucking on my tits for fuck sake.'

'Jane, I just can't right now. I got you the panties; I've said I'll get more ... '

I realise that I've made a mistake here.

'Do you want me to fuck you again, or finger you?'

I shake my head.

'What about Lunch, why don't we go out and get that Lunch?'

I like this idea, and perk up a little bit.

'You're still going to wear the panties I hope?'

I nod, and then go and collect my clothes.

As we open the door, Harry from accounts arrives, in a suit almost identical to Geoffrey's, but with a squash bag slung over his shoulder.

'Ready old man?'

Geoffrey looks startled, and then looks at me with apologising eyes.

'Right, Jane,' he says, very formally, 'You can finish typing up those last few letters, and then leave early if you wish.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'See you tomorrow then.'

I cry a little, around half an hour after they've left. I take the panties off, and throw them in the bin. Geoffrey will probably ask where they are, so he can wash them and sneak them back into Linda's things. He might even ask me to wash them. I wouldn't put it past him. I wonder what the chances are of him actually getting me another pair on Monday.

For a moment, I realise how sick this all is. I'm a completely heterosexual woman, lusting over a woman I've never even met, a woman much older than me, who is not particularly attractive, and has a cunt that's pushed out three kids. And even worse is I'm fucking her horrible husband who treats me like shit.

Then, I have an idea, a proper idea.

I've never fucked a woman before -- as I say, completely heterosexual woman -- but to be fair I've never even tried.

First place I try is the student union: asking a couple of randomers, and then the barman, if they know a Hilda Matthews. Nobody does.

I could wait until tomorrow, and go to student services with some excuse. As I wander around the campus, I think maybe I should have gone here. I still could. I'm only 23. Got a job with Geoffrey at 19, and have basically been a prostitute for four years. It's embarrassing really. My mum asks me what I do at work: I can't tell her that I spend most of the day performing sexual favours to the boss.

I try a couple of accommodation buildings, and then just go and get a drink, when I see her, sitting at the bar, seemingly on a date with some green-haired girl.

I want, desperately, to fuck her. She is even better than Linda: she's like a younger version of Linda -- Linda but twenty years ago, at about my age, with a tight pussy that I could learn how to suck, and who is an actual lesbian and so would want to suck mine. Though I think I'd want to focus on hers. It's been an age since my pussy was sucked. I don't think it's ever been sucked well, certainly never to completion.