It was promptly at 8:00 when Christy heard a knock on her door. She had been busy since coming home, getting her place picked up and straightened up so it looked nice and then got herself ready as well, showering (although she was sad to have to wash off his cum badge) shaving and getting dressed.

She chose to wear a tight stretchy knit pink halter-top dress that was cut a bit high in length and had cut-outs on the sides. The back of the dress dropped dangerously low and the front had a deep plunging V neckline that showed off her amazing DDD tits to perfection.

With her white strappy six-inch heels, she was quite sexy and once her makeup was on, she took a good last look at herself just as she heard his knock.

"Hi, Come on in," she said softly as she opened the door for him.

"Wow! You look... wow!" he said, at a complete loss for words. Christy smiled at his comment, knowing she had accomplished what she wanted to do... impress him.

"Would you like a drink or something before we go to dinner? I have some white wine if you like," she said.

"That would be fine, thank you," he said. 

"Make yourself at home and I'll be right back," she said and turned to go into the kitchen for the wine.

She poured a couple of glasses and then just before coming back to him took a couple of deep breaths to calm her nerves. This was going to be a big night for both of them and she didn't want to act like some fumbling teenager on a first date!

She came back into the living room and sat next to him on the sofa. "Christy honey, I can't get over how stunning you look. I mean you are always beautiful, but you have gone way beyond that tonight!" he said. "You are simply spectacular!"

Christy blushed as pink as her dress. She wasn't expecting such high praise, she only wanted to look nice for him! "Thank you, Sir," she said, looking down at her hands in her lap. She didn't want him to see the nervousness in her face or how much she wanted him to take her right then and there.

"Be a little patient Christy. He already wants you, you don't need to be a whore about it!" she told herself silently, "Let him think he won you, not that you threw yourself at him!"

"Christy, my dear, I wanted to talk to you a little before we get too far into tonight, and while we are both sober and lucid enough to make good decisions. I wanted to talk about what you said back in the office today," he said.

"What I said, Sir?" she said. "Did I say something wrong? Oh, God, did I make a mistake, Sir? I'm so sorry!" Christy began to panic. What had she done?

"No, no, not at all, my dear, don't worry. No, I just wanted to talk some more about your... how did you put it... wanting to be my secretary slut, my office whore. About how you want me to treat you like a cheap street whore and use your body for my pleasure whenever and however I wish.

"I believe those were your words, amongst others. I have a pretty good memory, Christy, and when a beautiful woman tells me something like that, I tend to remember it!" he said with a smile.

"Yes, Sir, I said those things," she said.

She wasn't sure what he was getting at but she was getting a bit nervous as to how this conversation was going.

"Indeed," he said. He turned to face her directly. Taking her trembling hands in his, he continued, "Look at me, Christy." She lifted her eyes to meet his. "My question to you is... did you mean what you said? And take a moment to think about your answer, because this could change our whole office relationship."

"Sir, I don't need to think about it. Yes, I meant every word of what I said. I am yours in any way and every way you will have me. I will be your secretary and do my job as I always have. And if you desire, I will be your office whore when the time is appropriate. I want to be your whore and your slut. I want to be your fucktoy and your plaything.

"I want to be whatever you want, need, and desire, Sir. I am and have always been very fond of you, Sir. I hesitate to use the 'L' word only because I don't know your feelings for me. But I do want to be whatever you want me to be for you. I love my job and I love working for you, Sir.

"You have been more than my boss and my supervisor, you have been my friend and my... fantasy. I have had a few jobs in my life, some better than others. But I have never had a job I looked forward to as much as I do this one. It is a pleasure to get up in the morning and come to work to see you.

"I am always sad on the weekends when I sit here at home by myself because I want to be with you. I look forward to Monday morning and getting myself all prettied up for you, Sir. I'm sorry if this sounds too forward or too weird like I'm some sort of stalker or something. But I needed to say it... I needed to get it off my chest, Sir," she said.

He listened to what she had to say and sat there for a moment digesting it. She looked down at her hands still clasped in his. She still trembled, now wondering if she had made a mistake in telling him all this. But her fears were soothed a moment later when he stood up, pulling her to her feet. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

"Say the word, Christy," he said.

"Sir?" she said tentatively.

He walked her by the hand across the room. Spinning her around, he pushed her up against the wall pinning her hands to the wall over her head with his own.

He leaned a little closer. "Now tell me, slut. Tell me what you want to say," he repeated.

"But what if you..." she started to say.

"TELL ME!" he said loudly. 

"I LOVE YOU, SIR!" she said. "I love you," she repeated, softer the second time.

She looked in his eyes and saw him smile. He leaned forward and kissed her long, deep, and passionately. He let go of her arms and she put them around his neck as he pressed himself against her.

He pushed his hips up against her letting her feel what she had done to him. She felt the large bulge in his pants, the large bulge that had been there since he left the office earlier. Even though she had received his "bonus" and he had cum, his cock had recharged now and was ready for more! And the way she looked and the dress she wore only increased his desire for her.

He pulled back from their kiss and spun her around again, this time to face the wall. As he pushed her to the wall he knelt down behind her. He rubbed her ass cheeks over the tight material of her dress then ran his hands down her thighs to her knees and back up the insides of her thighs. She shivered as he got to the hem of her dress. 

He stopped there for a moment letting the anticipation build. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Please, Sir... please go under..." she whimpered.

He smiled. He loved to hear her whimper and beg. His hand slipped under her dress and up to her lacy panties. He began to rub her pussy through her panties and her knees buckled slightly. She caught herself, but not before he had placed his other hand on her ass to steady her.

He rubbed her pussy harder, hearing her moan and feeling her sway as she began to get more and more turned on. She put her head against the wall and clawed at the wallpaper as he worked her to a heated frenzy. He felt her pussy getting wet and he could smell her musky aroma... yes, this woman wanted what he could give her!

He slipped two fingers under the panties and rubbed against her bare pussy for a second. "Oh FUCK!" she cried out as she felt him toy with her pussy lips. But he wasn't there for her pleasure. As soon as his fingers got wet from her juices he pulled them out and stood up. 

He grabbed her hair and hauled her head back. Shoving his wet fingers under her nose, he growled in her ear. "Do you smell that, slut? Do you smell how slutty and dirty you are? How much you want me to fuck you? You DO want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Oh God yes! Please, Sir, please fuck your slutty whore secretary! Please! I need you inside me so much! Please, please Sir!" she begged.

He let go of her hair and turned her back around to face him. Putting a finger under her chin he lifted her face.

"There's time for that later. I see all the trouble you went to to look nice for me–I'd hate to spoil such beauty before dinner. But after dinner, I'm going to make you look like a Picasso painting!" he said kissing her.

Christy moaned into his mouth at the thought of what he was going to do to her after dinner. She adjusted her dress and brushed her hair back into place where he had grabbed it and the pair went to dinner.

Once they arrived at the restaurant, the maitre d' seated them in a quiet little corner table. When they had gotten to their table and sat down Christy leaned forward, "Excuse me, Sir, but I have to use the ladies' room. I'll be right back." she said.

"Okay, but when you come back, I want your panties," he said.

"Excuse me?" she asked surprised by his request.

"You heard me. When you come back from the ladies' room, I want you to hand me your panties," he repeated.

"Yes Sir," Christy said, blushing again. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

With his seat at the table facing the restrooms, he watched her walk to the bathroom. She before she went in she looked back and saw that he was watching her. She quickly turned back obviously embarrassed again and slipped inside.

While she was gone the waiter come and asked if he could bring them something to drink. He ordered a couple of glasses of the house white wine and the waiter went off to get it. The waiter brought back two glasses to the table as Mr. Baxter waited for Christy to return. 

It was about ten minutes later when she emerged from the ladies' room. She walked with her head down, not making eye contact with anyone until she got back to the safety of the table. She put her purse on her lap and pulled out her panties, passing them under the table to him.

"Here Sir," she said handing her panties to him. But he didn't take them under the table.

"No, hand them to me up here. And don't wad them up I want to see them in your hand," he said.

"But Sir! What if someone sees them!" she said, whispering loudly.

"Don't be concerned about what other people see or what they think. Your focus should be on doing as you are told and pleasing me with your obedience," he said.

"Yes Sir," she said. She handed him the panties as he directed. 

He took them and put them in his pocket. "Good girl," he said. Christy blushed, but she felt her heart leap at his words. "I took the liberty of ordering us a couple of glasses of wine while you were gone. You seem a little tense and I want you to relax and enjoy this evening."

"I'm sorry, Sir, it's just... well I have dreamed about this for as long as I've worked for you. But never thought it was possible," she said.

"And why is that, my dear?" he asked.

"Sir, I am a secretary... just a working-class woman who is trying to make ends meet the best way I know-how. Yes, I am very thankful to have a good job that I love working for a wonderful man such as yourself. But I'm a grown-up woman living in a grown-up world. The days of fairy tales and Prince Charming have long since passed," she said.

"And you don't believe in fairy tales, Christy?" he asked.

"I used to Sir... until the day I found my fiance' in bed with my best girlfriend, who was going to be my Maid of Honor!" she said. "After that the whole Prince Charming thing kind of died."

"Yeah, I can see that sort of thing affecting one's views on 'happily ever after' to be sure. I'm sorry that something like that had to happen to you. If there's anyone who doesn't deserve that it's you.

"However I am a glass is half full kind of guy and I have to tell you that had it not been for the shortsightedness of your fiance', you might not be my secretary, you wouldn't have gotten that bonus, and we wouldn't be here enjoying this wonderful meal together. So I can't say that I'm real sad about it... it brought me you!" he said.

"Yes, that is true. I guess something good did come of all of that!" she said with a smile that lit up the whole room.

"I don't know that I'm some kind of Prince Charming–that I will leave up to you to decide. But I can tell you one thing... with me you will always be treated like a queen!" he said. "You may be only a secretary as you said, but you're MY secretary and that makes all the difference.

"You are my secretary, my slut, and my whore and I don't share my toys with anyone. In fact, I will make a deal with you right here at the beginning of all this; if you give yourself 100% to me and do your very best to be all I want and need, I promise to do the same for you.

"I'm not like most men, Christy, I'm not always on the lookout for the next great lay. If I have someone who treats me well and satisfies me, then I don't need some new bit of fluff. I have seen far too many relationships end because one person chased after something new only to find that the shiny new toy wasn't as good as the package promised," he said.

"That's all I ever wanted, Sir. To belong to someone who belonged to me," she said.

After dinner was done he paid the check. "Make a note, Miss Andrews, that this was a business meeting... to discuss upcoming promotions and job openings," he said with a wink.

"Yes Sir," she said with a coy smile.

Once the check was paid they left the restaurant. "I thought we would take a little drive out in the country before going back home if you don't mind," he said.

"No Sir, I don't mind at all. I love going for rides and you have a very nice car. Quite comfortable and luxurious, unlike my old car," she said.

"Why don't you recline your seat a bit and get comfortable then?" he said.

Christy reached down and adjusted her seat back a bit. As soon as they were out of the city and the traffic had eased, he placed his hand on her thigh just a bit below the hem of her dress.

Christy knew what he was doing and she wanted the same thing. She parted her legs and let him stroke her nylon-sheathed thighs whimpering and moaning ever so softly as she felt his fingers tracing up and down the tops and insides of her thighs.

He ran his fingers along the lace top of her thigh high stockings and then up across her bare creamy skin. Christy spread her legs as wide as she could given the tightness of her dress. "Hike your dress up," he said. 

Christy nodded and raised her ass up off the seat just enough to pull her tight dress up around her waist. Then she spread her legs wide for him. "Like this, Sir?" she asked playfully.

"That's just fine," he said, as his fingers slid down to toy with her pussy lips. He lightly pinched and tugged on them, circling her slit and very lightly brushing across her clit.

Christy moaned and held her legs apart with her hands, careful not to interfere with his playing with her. She slid down a bit more in her seat as he fingered her, the sensations of him touching her there getting her so hot she could hardly sit still.

"Please Sir..." she moaned louder now.

"What is it slut? What do you want?" he asked, goading her into saying what he wanted to hear from her.

"Please... I need you...your fingers... inside me," she panted.

"We are going to have to work on how you speak, slut. Now try again, and this time use your words. What do you want me to do to you?" he said.

"Please, Sir, fingerfuck me! Oh God, you make me crazy! Please, I can't take your teasing! Please, Sir, please make me cum for you!" she begged him.

"Well, then we'll have to change our plans and postpone that country drive. Tell you what, we are closer to my place than we are to yours, would you like to go there?" he asked.

"Oh yes, Sir! I would love to see where you live!" she said excitedly.

"Well then, I want you to keep playing with that pussy. I want you to get yourself right to the edge of cumming, but don't you finish! I don't want you cumming, I just want you to get close. If you cum without my permission, you will get punished instead of played with–understand me?" he warned.

"Yes Sir," she said.

She began doing as he said, spreading her lips with one hand and rubbing her clit and shoving two fingers inside her with the other hand. She put one foot up on the dashboard to give her more room to work as she moaned and ground her hips against her hand.

"Please hurry, Sir! I'm so close... I can't hold out! Please!" she said, desperately pleading with him.

"You'd better wait! And you keep going too–don't you stop playing with that whore pussy of yours! You keep that pussy percolating until we get to my place, I want it hot, wet, and hungry for cock!" he growled at her.

"Ohhh, God..." she groaned in response.

But she did as he ordered, fingering her pussy and trying to avoid her clit as much so she could hold off the orgasm that was raging just under the surface.