Meet the new boss

The accountant's office is a plush example of modern life. A whole floor on a piece of eyewateringly expensive real estate fitted out in the most opulent office style. Consuela showed us up as her guests past security and gave Flatsie and I the brief tour, indicating several other immaculately tailored accountants, their assistants and PAs. To a woman, they were gorgeous. Behind a mahogany door resided the MD, Monique de Xavier according to the small tasteful black plaque on the door, in front of which a petite blonde sat at a curved desk as if on guard, her starched white blouse tucked tightly into her pencil skirt and unbuttoned enough to show a few inches of cleavage, designed to draw the eye into that trap, exactly as mine had done so that she had the momentary advantage on new arrivals when she frostily asked. "Can I help you?" A lapel badge identified her as Gillian O'Shea

"Uh, yes. I guess," I said, and reluctantly looked up from her cleavage. She actually was quite a pretty little thing, though her attitude was all bristly hostility. "um, can I see Miss de Xavier?"

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked snappily.

Consuela at my side looked about ready to speak up, but I silenced her with a wave of my hand. Detective Flatsie stood there impassively. I spoke quietly to the little office sentry. "No, I don't have an appointment Gillian", I looked firmly at the secretary, "but please do what I say. Show us into the room with your boss, then when I sit down, kneel down at my feet and suck my cock. Have you got that?"

"I, yes, but", she started as if to think how to protest.

"Thank you Miss O'Shea. Please show us in."

The secretary got to her feet then punched a 4 digit code into a panel at the side of the door and led us hesitantly in to her boss's office.

I had expected Monique deXavier to be Latina, possibly some mix of ethnicities, but she was a crystal blue-eyed blonde, whose poker straight hair was pulled back in a ponytail that reached hallf way down her back. She turned to my party in surprise. I guess we were a motly, mixed bunch: her accountant; her petite blonde secretary; the flat-chested little latina police officer in the schoolgirl uniform and me. "What the...? Gillian? What is this?"

Monique's office was palatial with views through tinted glass from floor to ceiling out over the city and the most massive desk I had ever seen.

"Sorry to barge in on you like this", I said, "but I don't like hanging around, and Miss O'Shea was quite accommodating".

"I,... I" the secretary began to protest.

"What is going on?" asked the MD more stridently looking slightly concerned.

I detected a slight European accent. Scandinavian perhaps? Maybe. "My fault entirely!" I grinned approaching her. She involuntarily backed off, perhaps looking a little concerned. I stopped a foot in front of her and she stared icily up at me in what I imagined would be quite an intimidating manner.

Of course I grabbed her by the tits. clutching her full breasts through her shiny expensive satin blouse.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" she squealed and tried to pull away.

"Stand still please!"

"What?...I..." she stammered shocked, but stopped struggling and stood motionless, "You can't do this! Gillian! Help me!"

"Oh, please shut up!" I said tiredly.

The icy blonde looked stunned and her eyes bulged as she stood silently allowing herself to be groped.

"Please,... uh, please don't do that to Miss Monique sir!" squealed the secretary, all her hostile armor gone now.

I turned to face her, and stepped away from her boss who remained rooted to the spot. Gillian O'Shea backed away slightly finding herself the focus of my attention. I stepped past her and put my hand on the smoothly lacquered walnut desk, then began pulling my pants down before hopping up onto it and smiling. Gillian looked like her legs were betraying her as she stepped towards me then knelt down, "Oh, no, no I can't, I, no, I won't, I gluumph", she said as she bent forward and grabbed my cock then stuffed it in her mouth.

Monique de Xavier watched helplessly as her PA bobbed back and forth on my cock like a clockwork woodpecker, her nose almost pecking the skin above my cock on every peck. I played with her hair as I saw her eyes dart to her boss and the two women exchange helpless glances.

"Ok, Monique", I said to the MD, "while she sucks my cock, I'd like you to sign over everything in this business to me. I own it all now" I smiled at her, however, she still didn't move. "Ok, PLEASE sign it all over", I sighed.

At that, Monique broke free of her stasis and stepped round to the other side of the desk and began filling in forms.

She really was quite stunning in an ice queen kind of way, so much so that I considered interrupting her secretary's blow job in order to fuck her, but I felt that it would be better to show some confidence in the staff, and I let her continue."Yeah, that's it bitch, swallow it all," I said as I spurted into the petite guardian's mouth, then added "please".

With obvious distaste I could see Gillian struggling to swallow the cum-load while I continued to thrust the last few strokes into her mouth, but she managed it. Once satisfied that it was done, she lifted her head from my lap and looked at me in fear, waiting to see what was in store next.

I decided to change that attitude.

"Gillian, please be the most devoted secretary ever to me. Please adore me and want to do anything you can to be of service to me. Please believe that a blowjob is a perfectly normal thing to do for me and an essential part of your duties as my secretary".

"of course, yes", she replied, a look of new understanding crossing her face.

"Please feel happy any time I ask you to do something for me and even happier once you have done it".

"Yes sir".

"Good girl", I said, "now go and get me a latte and a cheese sandwich".

"Yes sir!" she beamed. I slapped her ass and she trotted away

I watched that ass sway delightfully in her tight skirt as she hurriedly exited the room then turned to face the icy blonde businesswoman staring at me furiously as she busied herself in handing her empire over to me.

"Cheer up Monique!" I said in a good mood, "I think I might keep you on if you practice your skills at ball-sucking! Maybe you could tongue my ass too if you behave really well".