After the longest ten minutes of Christy's life, they pulled into the driveway of Mr. Baxter's large, three-bedroom/two bathroom, split-level ranch house. 

Christy looked at the huge house with its well-manicured lawn, paved driveway, and double-car garage. A big oak tree stood in the front of the house lending its shade to the front of the house.

"Oh my, Sir... you have a lovely house!" she said. 

She looked in awe at where her boss lived–it was so much bigger and nicer than her small 750 square foot, one-bedroom apartment.

"Thank you. It's a little big for one person, but I have a woman come over once a week to clean it," he said, turning the car off.

"Oh?" she asked skeptically.

He laughed, "No it's nothing like that. Mrs. Hernandez is about fifty years old, overweight, and speaks very broken English. You have nothing to worry about!" he said. "She's a sweet lady, but only as a housekeeper!"

He got out of the car and walked around to her side. Christy sat there watching him come around the passenger side of the car, relieved that she could stop tormenting herself and catch her breath a bit. He opened the car door and offered her his hand to help her to her feet.

Christy looked up at him and smiled then stood up. She slipped her arm around his and they walked up the short sidewalk to his door. He opened the door and held it for her to enter first. 

Christy stepped inside the house and then up the short five steps to the main upper floor of the house. When she got to the top of the steps, the full effect of his house hit her.

"Oh my God, Sir! What a gorgeous home you have!" she said, her jaw nearly hitting the floor as she looked around. To her, it was a Better Homes and Gardens showplace.

"Well, thank you and later, I will give you the grand tour. But right now, there's another kind of tour I want to take!" he said with a devilish grin. 

Christy looked at him and then blushed when his meaning became clear. He took her hand and led her down the hallway to the master bedroom. 

He opened the bedroom door and she stepped inside. The bedroom was every bit as impressive as the rest of the house with a huge king-size bed in the center of the room. 

There was a sliding glass door leading to a nice little deck overlooking the back yard and pool and an en suite bathroom with shower, sink, and toilet.

As she looked around at the amazing bedroom, she heard the door click shut behind her. She turned to see him standing there watching her.

"Sir, this is an incredible house... so much nicer than my little apartment!" she said.

"Well, it is now," he said. 

Christy looked at him for a second before catching on to the compliment, then she blushed. He took her hand and led her over to the bed and sat down pulling her in front of him. He looked up at her smiling above him. 

"You really are a remarkable woman, you know that? Beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and best of all mine!" he said.

"Yes! Yes, Sir, I am. I'm all yours, Sir, anytime and in any way," she breathed. 

Looking down at him watching her every move, she smiled and reached up behind her head to unhook the halter top clasp there. She slowly lowered her top and gave him a good look at her enormous tits. 

Seeing the big smile on his face, she smiled in return and finished dropping her dress completely, leaving her in just her stockings and heels.

He didn't say anything else, no further words were needed. Her meaning was clear as was the reason they had come there. 

He reached forward and put his hands on her hips, pulling her to him. He put his mouth over one of her hard, erect nipples and began licking, sucking, and chewing on it.

Christy groaned and put her head back, thrusting her tits out for him and running her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. She pulled his mouth harder onto her tit wanting to shove the whole thing in his mouth if she could. 

She was far too busty for that, though, so he satisfied himself with the stiff, fleshy button and surrounding areola, making sure these sensitive areas were thoroughly loved on.

With her holding his head tight to her tit left his hands free. He placed one on her ass cheek, mauling and kneading the fleshy globe. Christy had a nice tight ass that just begged him to take advantage of and he wasn't one to neglect any part of her wondrous body. 

His other hand found its way back between her legs and using his hand he began sawing back and forth up against her pussy, rubbing her pussy and between her lips as he "cut" upwards at her. He used his thumb to rub against her hard clit as he sawed back and forth. 

Christy rode his hand, grinding down as he pushed upwards and rotating her hips to get even more from his hand. She humped his hand, moaning and whimpering, as her lust fire exploded into a full-on conflagration.

"Oh, God, Sir! Oh, please, please fuck me! Sir please, I need to feel your cock... inside me! Please, please, I'll do anything you want! Oh, God, please!" she cried, beside herself with desperation.

"Oh, I fully intend to fuck you my dear, and when I do I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk and can barely breathe. But before we get to that, I am feeling a bit hungry... I think a little appetizer before the main course would be appropriate, don't you?" he said, with a wicked grin.

"S-Sir?" she asked.

"Get up on the bed and leave your heels on, it's sexier when you have your heels and stockings on!" he said.

She smiled coyly and crawled to the center of the bed laying on her back with her head on one of the pillows. He walked slowly around the bed to the foot of the bed keeping his eyes on her and trailing his fingers along the mattress the whole way. 

He could sense her trembling, he could see her chest rising and falling as her breath came in gasps. He could see the look of wanton lust in her eyes and the way she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out as she tried valiantly to be patient. 

But her patience was wearing very thin. She needed to feel him on top of, and inside, her in the worst way!

He got up on the foot of the bed and crawled towards her. When he got to her feet, she spread her legs willingly, an invitation to him to take his delights in the banquet she offered. He moved up between her legs stopping when he got to just above her knees. 

He began kissing the insides of her thighs, alternating sides as he slowly moved up her legs. Christy began moaning as she watched him getting ever closer to her now dripping pussy. 

His hot kisses burned her skin like a branding iron as he inched higher. He reached the lacy tops of her stockings... and then he kissed the bare flesh above it!

"Oh my God!" She gasped as she felt his hot breath on her skin and his lips brushed against her. Her legs fell open further and her hands clenched the blanket she was lying on. 

His kisses continued moving up her legs and Christy gasped with each advance. She squirmed and shuddered as he neared the apex where she most wanted him. 

He paused as he approached her smoldering pussy. Inhaling deeply he savored her musky sweet scent licking his lips in anticipation of the feast awaiting him. 

"Mmmm, I love the smell of a woman in heat. And you smell wonderful. Tell me slut, do you taste as good as you smell? Shall I taste you and see?" He asked, taunting her.

"Oh, please, Sir! Oh, God, I can't take this! Please, Please! God, I need you so much!" She cried. 

Christy had never been so turned on in her life. Whatever power this man had over her, he was using it full-strength to drive her absolutely mad with desire!

He slid his arms under her thighs, wrapping them around to hold her in place and allowing his fingertips to reach her pussy and hold the lips wide apart. 

He looked at the dripping pink honey hole and the sweet nectar she was making for him. He dove face-first into the succulent pussy and plunged his tongue in as deep as he could get it to go.

"OH FUCK, SIR!" she squealed as she felt his mouth fasten itself to her eager pussy and his tongue burrow into her core.

Instinctively, she reached down to pull his head into her crotch, but he pulled his head up off her pussy.

"No hands!" he commanded, and then went back to his feast. Christy gasped and reached up to grab the headboard of the bed instead gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white with the effort. 

Mr. Baxter continued eating her drooling pussy enthusiastically, his tongue squirming and wriggling around inside her to reach every sweet drop of her delicious pussy juice it could access. 

Christy writhed and twisted and bucked as he ate her with a ferocity she had never experienced. He definitely knew what he wanted and more importantly what she wanted! 

He gave it to her too, his tongue causing her legs to shake as the strain of trying to hold back her impending orgasm became harder and harder. 

Christy had needed to cum since they left the restaurant, and he had kept her on the edge the whole time. She was nearly insane now, her passions and arousal raised to a fever pitch.

He held onto her trembling, shaking thighs despite her best efforts to shake him free. 

His hot, burning mouth and squirming tongue was sheer torture and as much as she wanted–and needed–to cum, she knew that he hadn't given her permission yet and she didn't want to anger him. 

Still, it was getting to be impossible to hold out against his ruthless, single-minded attack. She knew she had lost this battle and it was only a matter of time before he claimed his victory and his prize.

A few more agonizing minutes later, she was ready to submit and give him that victory. She'd had all she could take and her mind and body were screaming for release. 

"Sir, I need to cum! Please may I cum? May I cum for you?" she moaned.

"That didn't sound too sincere. A good slut learns how to beg properly. Now would you like to try that again... and maybe make me believe it this time?" he said.

"Oh God, Sir, I'm sorry! Please, please make me cum, Sir! Please! Make me cum for you! Make me cum for you! I need to cum so much, Sir, let me cum on your fat cock! Please, please, please!" she cried loudly this time.

"That's a little better. We will work on it, but for now, it will do," he said. He went back to his meal and as he ate her even more fiercely, he thrust two fingers into her drooling pussy and fingerfucked her as he licked and sucked on her hard sensitive clit. 

"Oh fuck, Sir, I'm CUMMING! Please may I cum? PLEASE!" she screamed out as she crested. Whether he gave her permission or not it was too late to stop her orgasm... it was coming on and she couldn't do anything about it!

He decided to let her off the hook this time. With one simple command, "CUM!" Christy erupted.

"OHHH, FUUUCCKKK!!" she screamed as she flooded his mouth with her sweet juices. She pitched and bucked wildly, it was all he could do to hang onto her. 

But he did, keeping his mouth fastened tightly to her fountain, licking and lapping up as much of her sweetness as he could. But he couldn't keep up and some of her juices spilled out around his mouth and dribbled down his chin.

Christy arched her back, her legs quivering and trembling as every muscle in her body seemed to tense up at once. Then, when her orgasm was over, she collapsed back onto the bed gasping and panting for breath as residual convulsions caused her body to spasm occasionally.

Be he didn't let things end there. He promised her a good fucking and he always kept his promises! 

Without giving her time to recover, he rolled her onto her stomach and hefted her to her knees. Pushing her face down onto her pillow he commanded her to stay like that, face on the bed and her ass high in the air. 

He spread her knees a bit more, then without ceremony or a word of warning, he shoved his entire length into her until his hips slapped her ass.

"OH MY GOD!!" she screamed as she felt him plow into her. 

He sank fully into her and immediately began fucking her hard and fast, plunging into her as deep as he could reach before pulling completely out of her, only to plunge into her again. He enjoyed the feeling of that initial opening of her pussy and the surprised gasp it wrested from her lips. 

After several of these all in, all out moves, he stayed in her pumping her rapidly like a jackhammer. Christy's moans turned into one long wail as he fucked her as if there was a time limit on it. She gripped the headboard again trying to hold onto something as her world spun wildly out of control. 

As if she didn't have enough to contend with, he added to her sensory overload as he began spanking her ass occasionally as he fuck her. The sting of the swat gave a delicious contradiction to the glorious feeling of his cock churning her pussy to a white foam. 

Christy moaned and squealed, whimpered and cried, as he pounded away at her. He fucked her like he was mad at her, and she took every hard savage thrust, begging for more.

"YES! Oh God yes, Sir, Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Make me your slut, Sir! Use your slut secretary! Oh, Fuck me, please! Ohhh, Shiit!" she cried as he pummeled her pussy with his cock.

He continued his relentless, unforgiving assault on her pussy, still smacking her ass as he did. Christy's mind was gone, her moans having been reduced to little more than incoherent babbling and animal-like grunts and groans. 

Mr. Baxter followed through with his promise and by the time he was nearing his own orgasm, Christy was fairly certain she wouldn't be walking easily if at all. 

She had already cum multiple times and now was completely exhausted–she didn't know how she was going to continue on. He had wrung everything she had from her as if she was an old dishrag and still he wanted more. 

He reached around her with his other hand and fingered her clit as he kept fucking her and smacking her ass with his other hand.

"Please, Sir..." she groaned when she just couldn't give him anything more, "Please... I can't... I can't anymore... please..." 

"I'm not done yet, slut," he said, as he kept pumping.

"Please, Sir! I can't... I can't go on!" she repeated.

He pulled out of her. He wasn't angry at her, she really had given all she had. He relented and rolled her back over onto her back so she could catch her breath and calm down. He lay down next to her and pulled her to him holding her and stroking her sweat-matted hair as she rested in his arms. 

Christy curled up in his arms and rested. Soon she was totally relaxed and purring like a contented kitten. He played his fingers over her skin at firs innocently but as he saw she had recovered he got a bit more playful. 

His fingers stroked her arm, moving up to her upper arm then along her collarbone. He lifted her face and kissed her deeply and she moaned softly into his mouth.

After the kiss she laid her head back on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck happily.

"Christy, you remember what you told me before we went to dinner tonight?" he asked.

"What I said before dinner, Sir?" she asked.

"Yeah, remember you told me you loved me. Actually, you were afraid to tell me until I made you," he said.

"Yes, Sir, I remember," she said, sitting up and turning to him.

"Well, I never really gave you a proper answer. As I said before I would be lying to us both if I said that I didn't find you utterly fascinating and attractive. 

"You make it a pleasure to come to work and see that beautiful smile waiting for me. And to know that you put in so much effort get yourself all dolled up just so you can be beautiful for me is even more special. 

"But I wanted to make sure I knew my own feelings before I said anything more. And I have examined my feelings quite thoroughly since that day in the office when I gave you that bonus. I didn't want you to misunderstand my feelings or intentions just as I wanted to be sure of yours," he said.

Christy's heart stopped as she listened to him talk. Was he about to tell her that he didn't share her feelings? Did she speak too soon when she said she loved him? Oh God did she blow it and ruin everything!

He took her trembling hands in his. "Christy, look at me," he said.

"Please Sir, I don't want to..." she said barely above a whisper. She didn't want to see what was in his eyes and she didn't want him to see her cry.

"I said look at me," he said again, softly. Christy raised her head and looked at him. 

"Good girl. Now like I said I have examined my feelings quite extensively and I can't deny them any longer. And so Christy I have to tell you... I love you, too."

"What, Sir?" she asked. 

Christy could hardly believe her ears! She had been terrified only a few seconds ago that her whole world was falling apart. 

She was afraid she had said too much too soon and ruined not only the best job she could ever hope to have but also ruined a possibly wonderful relationship with this man she was so fond of. 

Just a few seconds ago, she was wondering if she would need to move out of the town she was so attached to. She was wondering if she'd have to move to someplace where no one knew her and forget about Mr. Baxter and her old life to start over.

"I said that I love you too, Christy. It helped a lot that you told me how you feel first–I was afraid to tell you anything or even admit it to myself before that. But knowing my feelings weren't just my cock trying to convince my head and heart to go along made it a lot easier," he said.

"OH SIR!!" she said, throwing her arms around his neck. 

She buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. He held her and rubbed her back comforting her and telling her it was okay, letting her get her pent up feelings out. After she'd had a good cry, she raised her tear-streaked face to him. 

"Oh Sir, I was so afraid... so afraid that I had spoken too soon... that by telling you how I felt I had ruined everything! Oh, Sir, I do love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!" she said.

"My name is Kevin, Christy. Kevin Baxter," he said smiling.

"Kevin... I like that name," she said smiling. "But would it be okay if I still called you Sir? I like calling you Sir... it makes you sound important and powerful just like you are. That's one of the qualities I find so hot about you, Sir, is that you are so powerful, so commanding and dominant. I love serving you, Sir... as your secretary and as your slut."

"All right then. You will call me Sir when we are alone together, and Sir or Mr. Baxter when we are at work. But if there is something serious that you want to talk about and you want to put the Sir/slut stuff aside, just ask me if you can speak freely and I will know what that means, okay?" he said.

"Yes, Sir," she said, "Thank you, Sir." Christy was happier than she had ever been before. Now not only did she have a great job with a great boss, but she belonged to him and he had confessed he loved her in return. Life was good for them both.