A Job with Unforeseen Perks

'Winnifred, can you come here for a moment?'

Winnie is startled from her work; she is right in the middle of a complicated spreadsheet. She quickly rolls her office chair back and stands up. The interruption is actually quite welcome; she has been staring blindly at that formula error for such a long time now, so a little distance will surely help.

She walks into her boss's office, curious what he needs her for; she couldn't make anything out of his tone. Would he want something sexual from her? she thinks hopefully. You sometimes hear things about bosses with their secretaries... Hmm, it certainly wouldn't be displeasing to her. In her eyes, Horne is a wildly attractive man, even though he is a bit older, forty-five, she believes. But if she is being completely honest, she secretly has a thing for slightly older men, and she feels a little ashamed of how often she fantasizes about him; he is so different from Herbert, her boyfriend of her own age.

Actually, she doesn't expect her boss to be up for something like that; firstly, sleeping with your secretary isn't exactly professional, and secondly, there is the age difference of over twenty years; he would surely prefer a more mature woman.

Winnie has been working for him for about six months now, and she is thoroughly enjoying it. He treats her with respect, gives her time to get to grips with the work, and even regularly asks about her weekends or her family. The latter took some getting used to; that was quite different in her previous job, where everything revolved around productivity and cold businesslike conduct. And the work here is a lot more varied too, and it pays better!

From hell to heaven, as far as Winnie is concerned.

Mr. Horne looks up from the documents lying on his desk in front of him.

'Come stand next to me,' he says with an unusually stern look, 'and take a look at this?' Horne taps the papers with his pen.

Winnie dutifully walks to his desk and stands beside him.

Her gaze falls on a name on the document now lying before her.

Oh shit!

'Oh, sir, that is my mistake! Oh, how stupid!' she exclaims in shock.

There is no escaping it; she has made a huge blunder. She made a spelling mistake in the client's name; if Horne hadn't seen it, and it had been submitted like that, unchanged, they would've had a big problem.

Winnie is instantly in a complete panic. 'Oh, sir, I am so sorry, please,' she begs, 'don't fire me, I need this job. I will check it ten times next time, I promise!'

Her boss remains silent, he looks at her with an inscrutable gaze, and Winnie struggles on: 'I--I would do anything for it,' she whispers desperately, 'I cannot afford to lose this job.'

She looks at him pleadingly.

'Well, Winnifred,' he grumbles, still in a serious tone, 'this is a serious mistake, you surely understand that it must have consequences.'

There is something in the look in his eyes that makes her very reckless; she sees a spark of desire, heat in them, and it is as if her body reacts of its own accord and shifts into a completely different state.

She nods, 'I understand that, sir, and again, I would do anything to make this mistake right,' she declares, hesitantly placing a hand on his sleeve. Slowly, she moves her hand upwards over the smooth fabric; her boss looks at her with a satisfied grin and places his hand on hers.

'Hmm, well, what exactly are you willing to do for it, Winnifred?'

'Well,' she says shyly, 'for example, this,' she begins to unbutton the top button of her silk blouse, and Horne comes somewhat to his senses.

He lifts her chin and looks deep into her eyes: 'Winnie, you don't have to do this, you know that, right? I was just teasing you. Everyone makes mistakes, as long as you learn from them. You really don't have to worry about your job.'

She suddenly feels herself becoming uncharacteristically bold; it is not only that she needs this job, but she also wants this man, more than any man she's ever met.

'But I want it, sir,' she whispers hoarsely, 'I want to undergo my punishment, more than anything.'

Horne looks her up and down, a lustful grin appears on his face, 'in that case: go ahead and take off your panties.'

Winnie's mouth falls open; did she hear that correctly? She looks at him in bewilderment.

'Well, are you going to do it? Or have you changed your mind?' her boss grumbles, but it is accompanied by a challenging, amused look, and Winnie cannot suppress a giggle.

Meanwhile, Horne has walked to the office door; Winnie hears the click of the lock, there is no turning back now.

'Uh, Winnie, this is supposed to be a punishment, not a pleasure.'

'Sorry sir,' she squeaks, feigning guilt, then with a sensual gesture she lets her hands slide down her tight-fitting knee-length skirt, lifts the hem, and pushes the fabric up.

Horne audibly holds his breath at the sight of the soft pink, lacy scrap of fabric emerging from above her beautiful, long legs.

Winnie, encouraged by his reaction, hooks her fingers behind the waistband of her panties and slides them down slowly; they glide smoothly over her knees and finally land on her ankles with a soft sound. Somewhat embarrassed, she realizes she is already quite wet; she can smell herself. Horne must smell it too; she just hopes he doesn't get turned off by it!

But she doesn't have to worry about that; her boss reaches out a hand as if mesmerized and runs a finger through her wet slit agonizingly slowly. A shiver of excitement runs down her spine, and her clit tingles. Then he brings the moist, glistening finger to his mouth and runs his tongue over it.

'Mmm,' he mumbles with pleasure, 'delicious!'

Winnie almost chokes; she hadn't expected this from her oh so respectable director.

It will be far from the last surprise awaiting her.

Her skirt is still bunched up around her waist. 'Shall I-' Winnie begins, but Horne shakes his head.

'Leave it there,' he says hoarsely, 'just unbutton your blouse for me, dirty girl. And not too fast.'

A small, sexy moan escapes Winnie as she devotes herself to the task. Button after button she undoes, watched with fascination by her boss, who is sitting leaning back in his office chair. Winnie can see the bulge in his crotch; Horne is apparently just as aroused as she is. She wonders if he is well-endowed, bigger at least than Herbert's disappointing size, she hopes.

Then the last button is finally undone, the blouse falls open and reveals a - also soft pink - lace bra.

Horne leans forward and slides the silk blouse off her shoulders.

'Mmm, lovely,' he mumbles appreciatively, as he runs his hands over the fabric of her lace bra. Winnie shivers with pleasure.

Then he leans back again.

'Bra,' he commands, 'off.'

Winnie obediently unhooks the front clasp; the bra falls open.

Her boss groans, 'damn, Winnie, what beautiful tits you have.'

The bra falls to the floor, on top of her blouse; Winnie eagerly awaits the next command. She finds it incredibly exciting, enjoying being at her boss's mercy and the effect she so clearly has on him.

That command comes quickly: 'Rub your nipples until they're hard, and I want you to run your fingers through your pussy.'

Oh my god, Winnie moans inwardly, this is so hot! The fact that her boss is still fully clothed only intensifies the experience. A little self-consciously, she brings one of her hands to her breasts and begins to massage her left and right nipples alternately. They were already hard, but in no time, they are hard as steel. Meanwhile, she has let her other hand slide between her legs, and oh man, how wet she is! She cannot remember ever having been this wet.

'Mmm,' groans Horne, grabbing his crotch, 'that looks very alluring, Miss Cumming, now go ahead and rub your clit.'

'Oh!' pants Winnie, her button reacts immediately, and she hasn't even touched it yet. She rubs her clit; it's swollen and stiff, and an exciting surge of electricity immediately shoots through her. It won't take much for her to come. Is that what Horne wants from her?

Before she can ask the question, it is already answered.

'Come here, you hot little slut,' growls her boss, as he unzips his fly and slides his pants down to his ankles, 'and turn your back to me.'

To her surprise, Winnie notices that she gets extra aroused by Horne's dirty talk. She had never thought that "slut" and "dirty girl" would make her come almost spontaneously. Apparently, she has unsuspected kinks!

She steps back and willingly lets herself be pulled onto his lap, enjoying Horne's large hands closing around her breasts.

'Oh!' She lets out a surprised little squeal; the device pressing against her butt is definitely bigger than her boyfriend's, and quite a bit bigger too!

'Mmm,' her boss groans again, 'those tits, so soft, and yet so firm. And that incredible ass of yours, I'd love to leave a handprint on that.'

'Oh, really?' squeaks Winnie; the thought appeals to her.

'Are you up for that?' asks Horne, sounding surprised.

'Um, eh, maybe?'

Her boss chuckles, 'next time,' he mumbles, 'little slut, for now we'll stick to fucking. Ah, I'm about to burst.'

'We don't want that,' laughs Winnie. She feels hands on her hips; she is lifted up, seemingly effortlessly. Horne is surprisingly strong. Understanding the intention, she reaches behind her, her hands cupping an impressive erection. Wow, she thinks happily, he is huge! She positions his cock and carefully lowers herself onto it. It goes effortlessly; she is so wet.

Horne lets out a loud moan, 'Jesus, Winnie, you are so deliciously tight!' Then he stiffens. 'Oh shit!'

'What?!' Winnie cries worriedly.

'Condom,' groans her boss, 'I don't have-'

'Never mind, sir,' Winnie quickly interrupts him; she doesn't want to risk him pulling out, not now that she's so horny and aroused, and so close to an orgasm. 'I'm on the pill, and I never do it without a condom. Unless you-'

'No, I'm clean, and I always use a condom too,' Horne reassures her. Not that that has been the case recently; he's had a dry spell for far too long.

'Then it's okay, sir,' she sighs, 'fuck me, please?'

Horne growls, Jesus, this girl is incredible. That mix of respectful employee and seductive sex goddess, who in God's name can resist that?

Then Horne starts thrusting upwards in her delicious young pussy, enjoying himself; the office chair bounces along nicely. Fortunately, it is sturdy quality; just try explaining that to your office manager, a collapsed chair... Metal fatigue won't work on a chair that isn't even a year old.

Winnie lets out excited little cries, encouraging him to go faster, and deeper. Horne complies all too readily; he hasn't been this horny in years. He moves one of his hands to her pubic mound, eliciting a sigh of anticipation from Winnie. Then his thumb finds her clit, and she lets out a hoarse little scream.

'Oh god-oh god-oh god,' she moans, 'mmm, yes, exactly, there! Oh, harder!'

Fucking harder or fingering harder, that isn't entirely clear to Horne, but he decides to play it safe and does both.

'Oh, yes, mmm, divine,' Winnie moans hoarsely, 'keep going! Oh-oh-oh, I'm going to-'

'Come for me, you horny vixen,' her boss growls in her ear, 'deliciously wet slut!'

That does it; Winnie explodes, wave after delicious wave of an unparalleled intense orgasm flows through her body, she has the greatest difficulty not screaming the whole office down.

Apparently, it's a minor concern for her boss as well; he has moved his hand from her breast to her mouth, and it excites her so much that another series of blissful spasms follows. Somewhere in her euphoria, she hears Horne let out a deep groan and she feels him fall silent; she feels a number of pulses in her cunt, he must have come too. Then Horne lets go of his secretary, letting out a satisfied groan.

'Jesus, Winnie, that was incredible, I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life!'

Winnie giggles, 'Me neither, this was sublime! Oops,' she then adds mischievously, as she slides off his lap, 'I meant, of course, that this was a severe ordeal for me, Mr. Horne. Do you think I've learned my lesson, or do I need more punishment?'

'Hm,' grumbles her boss with an amused expression on his face, 'I don't know. It has to sink in properly, of course. And I promised you a spanking,' he adds, looking at her firm buttocks with admiration. Yes, his handprint on those pale, round buttocks, that is a must; he feels his cock grow again, and that after that incredibly intense orgasm just now, unbelievable what this girl does to him.

Winnie blushes, 'That's true. And a promise is a promise. I must have made more mistakes, don't you think?'

Horne chuckles, 'Probably. Come on, get dressed, those papers still need to be corrected.'

'Oh yes, I'm going to get to work on it right away. Mr. Horne.' She gives him a mischievous wink and then goes looking for her clothes.

'Um, where did my panties go?' she mumbles, looking questioningly at her boss.

'Those are for me, a trophy,' he declares with a straight face, 'you're not getting them back. At least not today.'

'You mean that I have to...'

Horne nods, 'just think of it as an extra punishment for you, and a bonus for me: the knowledge that you'll be walking around in your naked butt for the rest of the workday, with my sperm in your sweet pussy.'

Winnie moans inwardly; she feels another spurt of fluid coming out of her pussy, mixing with her boss's sperm, and now she has nothing to absorb it...

Oh well, she guesses she'll just have to grab some toilet paper; there's nothing else to be done.

A moment later, she is back at her desk, editing documents. It's done in no time, and even the formula error she couldn't figure out suddenly reveals its secrets!

Sex is apparently good for your brain too.

They should do some research on that; who knows, maybe you'd end up with a completely different kind of office culture.

As she drives home, she keeps thinking about the unexpected interlude in Horne's office. It gets her excited all over again. I'll just do some aftercare in the shower later, she thinks, amused.

Jesus, she has never felt so sexually aroused in her life; she never experienced it like that with Herbert, not even in the beginning of their relationship.

She lets out an inward sigh; why does she keep putting off breaking up with him? The feeling is long gone. Why doesn't she just bite the bullet? For a long time now, she hasn't been able to think of a single positive aspect of the relationship. Negative points, on the other hand, in abundance!

Strange, really, overkill even; she is indeed on the pill, but she also always insists on using condoms with Herbert, because somewhere, unconsciously, she doesn't fully trust him when it comes to being monogamous. And then there's his obsessive behavior with his phone lately; he always seems afraid she might look at it accidentally, and that's a big red flag, isn't it?

***

Joachim Horne stares blankly out the window. He still can't believe what he let happen, what possessed him; it just doesn't fit him at all, it is so, so terribly wrong! And yet, it also feels good, natural, as if this had been coming for a long time.

Intimate relationships with his staff are not his thing, especially when they are about twenty years younger than him. And not that it's a violation of the regulations; relationships between staff members are not forbidden, not even in the case of managers and subordinates.

He has simply never felt the need.

But with Winnie...

He pulls the pink panties out of his pocket and presses his nose into them once again, enjoying the moment. Mmm, that girl smells absolutely divine!

From the moment she started working for him, he had had a soft spot for her. Serious, eager to learn, but also open and always cheerful. And then, of course, that long, shiny dark brown hair, usually held back with a clip, the full lips and the light gray eyes with the dark eyelashes, the beautiful figure with the voluptuous curves, big tits and round buttocks, the long, well-formed legs... in short, a picture-perfect sight. A sexy picture, above all. He's had to camouflage many an erection over the past six months.

And that despite the fact that she dresses quite conservatively: knee-length skirt, loose-fitting blouse neatly buttoned all the way to the top. And not a trace of makeup. Not that she needs it, with her fresh face and lovely complexion.

No, he is astonished by himself. He now understands better the attitude of his business partner and friend, Conrad Backman.

Conrad has no problem entering into intimate relationships with female employees. To a certain extent, that is. Conrad definitely enforces - self-imposed - rules.

For instance, he never takes the initiative himself, and he makes it immediately clear to the ladies in question that sleeping with the boss brings them no benefits, such as undeserved promotions and raises. And it remains casual sex, without exclusivity. As soon as the ladies want more or think there is more between them, it's game over immediately. Then they have two choices: accept this situation and continue working for the company with unchanged dedication, or look for a job elsewhere. In the latter case, Conrad always does his best to help by providing references and contacting people.

Fortunately, so far this has always worked out well.

***

'Good morning, Winnie.'

'Good morning, Mr. Horne!' Winnie looks up from her screen and throws a radiant smile at her boss.

'Um, Winnie,' Horne begins hesitantly.

'Yes, sir?'

'My name is Joachim, and uh, it's a bit strange, don't you think? With what we did yesterday, that you still call me Mr. Horne.'

'That's true,' she agrees, biting her lower lip, 'it's just...'

'It's just what?' asks Horne in surprise.

'Well... You know, I- it turns me on. Calling you "Mister" and "sir" and all that, that makes it even more exciting.' She looks at him apologetically: 'That gets me extra horny...'

Horne bursts out laughing. 'Ah,' he says, 'I get it, you can call me whatever you want, Winnie, whatever is most pleasant for you.' He winks teasingly.

She giggles.

'Okay, Mr. Horne, thank you, sir. Is- is there perhaps something I can do for you?' She bites her lower lip again, a gesture whose effect Horne immediately feels in his crotch.

He laughs again, 'oh, certainly, girl, there is definitely something you can do for me.'

Winnie looks at him questioningly.

'You can keep part of my schedule free for an internal meeting from, say, ten to half past ten.'

'Fine, sir. Whose name can I write down?'

'Yours.'

'Mine?' Winnie looks at him with wide eyes.

'Yes, I would like to have a quick evaluation chat with you.'

Winnie pales; surely he wouldn't...

'Don't worry,' Horne grins, 'it's nothing negative.'

'Oh, thank goodness,' she giggles. 'Anything else?'

'No, unless... are you wearing panties?'

Winnie nods, her cheeks flush with excitement.

'Then I would like you to have taken them off,' her boss continues, 'by the time we have our evaluation meeting.'

'Oh, okay sir,' she whispers hoarsely.

'And bring them to the meeting.'

'Yes sir,' beams Winnie, suddenly realizing she is soaking wet again. She just hopes that doesn't leak through on the chair! She really has to come up with a solution for that.

'And from now on, I don't want you to wear panties when you're at the office either, is that clear?'

Winnie almost chokes. 'Yes sir, understood, sir,' she says in a hoarse voice.

Horne nods, 'good,' he says with satisfaction, then walks on to his own office.

Winnie can't wipe a broad grin off her face for the life of her; this could turn out to be a very interesting evaluation. Now she definitely has to take measures to prevent leaks!