Five O' Clock

You spend ten minutes getting things ready, and promptly at five, there's a tap on your door frame and Meghan stands there, struggling for professionalism.

"Amanda is here Mr. Chandler." Amanda steps through the door, casting a brief glance of triumph at your secretary.

"Come in and shut the door. No, you too Meghan." The two of them share a look with each other before complying. Amanda looks at you with frank sexuality.

"You wanted to see me, Sir."

"I wanted to see you both. In fact, I want to see you both naked. Get your clothes off and come over here. You can leave your heels and stockings on."

The two young women share another look, but only hesitate a moment before following your orders. In a few minutes they're standing at the side of your desk, waiting for you. You savor the sight of them, both petite, delicious little morsels, your red haired secretary's hair still in a bun, while Amanda's black tresses fall loosely around her shoulders, framing her proud pert breasts.

"You've both said several times that you want to be my secretary. I'm going to give you a chance to prove how much you want it." The two women glance briefly at each other, then back at you. Amanda smiles wantonly at you. Meghan looks on with anxious interest, her excitement betrayed by her stiffening nipples and the gleam of moisture at her slit.

"What would you have us do, Sir?" Meghan asks.

"Remove these," you order, gesturing to your pants. They jump to obey, fumbling with your belt and zipper, pulling your pants and shorts down your thighs, removing your shoes, and undressing you from the waist down. Your flaccid cock lays against your thigh, starting thicken as you watch the girls work.

Amanda rubs her hands over your thigh, naked lust in her face. Meghan is more timid, but looks at you with arousal clearly written in her eyes.

"Get this hard," you command. Amanda leans forward, lapping the cock into her mouth, filling herself with its hardening length. Too slow to have captured your cock, Meghan pushes between your legs and begins to tongue your balls, lapping them with her pink strawberry of a tongue. Her eyes staring at you, she sucks one ball into her mouth and hums, sending an electric vibration through you.

"That's good Meghan, very fucking good, you're using your imagination." Her eyes look gratitude at you as she fills her mouth with your balls. Amanda's practiced suckmouth has you hard, and she pumps the shaft, taking you deep in her mouth, your tip touching her throat. You give a low satisfied moan at the work the two lovely girls are doing to please you. You could easily let them finish you like this, spray come down their throats or spatter them with your hot curds, but you have more detailed plans in mind.