So, after a few disappointing month's worth of job searching after graduating from university, Liz had finally gone for a secretarial job. Her interview was later today, the job was being a secretary for a local private school, which was no bad thing. The hours wouldn't be that bad, there were lots of holidays and the pay would be acceptable. She may even be able to pay off her loan!
Liz had woken up quite early and had spent much of the day quietly panicking about the interview and had sought refuge in making sure her hair and make up were perfect. Liz had decided to go with the classic office look, hair up 40’s style, with dusty grey eye liner and brilliant red lipstick. She now had to get dressed, having spent most of her day in her dressing gown. Liz looked across her wardrobe and decided to forego the fitted (if a little tarty) office dress--tarty in that she would have to make sure she sat with her legs together lest anyone see up her thigh. It also made her bosom a little too “framed”. Liz was quite well endowed in that she had apparently won the genetic lottery and had 32G breasts without having to put on any weight.
No, Liz went for a perfectly respectful tight black pencil skirt and an elderly blouse she hadn't worn since sixth form. Underwear-wise Liz put on a her favourite black and pink polka-dot bra and matching panties with stockings and suspenders just as a little naughty treat for herself (maybe later) and some simple black high heels.
As Liz dressed she came across an issue; the blouse she had was a tad on the tight side. Perhaps it wasn't so wise to use a blouse that previously only had to deal with D cups, but she had committed now and needed to be out the door soon. With great struggle, she managed to do up all the buttons leaving the two top ones open. She looked in the mirror; she could see the stress marks in the fabric and at a certain angle she could see her breasts peeking through. As a precaution she decided to add a waistcoat, just in case she laughed and everything came out. Though this did have the effect of pushing her breasts up, she was out of time so that would have to do.
Liz arrived at the school, along a long sweeping drive, up to a grand old country hall that must have been converted at some point to a school. Most of the staff would have left for the day by now, and Liz was shown up to the head master's office by one of the groundsmen before he presumably clocked off for the night. She sat down at a chair by the door and waited to be called in. As she waited, she looked around and noticed one of the school pictures.
The uniforms at this school were very different from what she had experienced at her school, all tartan skirts and neat ties. Liz’s school uniforms were more of the miniature black skirts and choose your own blouse and level of tie variety. Looking back on it, she could remember one of the older teachers staring at her as her “character” began to blossom, and how he had caught her with the jizz of one of the boys running down her chin. The thought had began to turn her on, and she quickly stamped it out as the door swung open and she stood up. As she did so, the man held out his hand and Liz shook it.
“Please come in and have a seat. Mrs. Cummington, is it?” The man said sternly, motioning towards a chair. “I’m Mr. Harper.”
Mr. Harper was average height, looked like he had previously been in the army and his middle aged man gut had arrived. Liz did as instructed. Sat down and Mr. Harper settled in his chair behind his desk.
“I am looking for someone to answer phones, relay messages, type up documents, and help keep things running over all smoothly. Do you believe you can do this?” Mr. Harper asked, without pleasantries.
“Er, yes I believe I can,” Liz answered.
“Good. Hmm, I don't know, would you mind doing something for me?” Mr. Harper enquired.
“Of course, what would you like?” Liz replied, as her mind auto completed his sentence with Will you suck me off and let me fuck those big breasts of yours?
“I have a few new uniforms and I would like to see what they look like, would you mind modelling them for me?”
“I would be happy to,” Liz replied.
The uniform with which Mr. Harper presented Liz was similar to the ones she had seen in the school photo, a blue tartan skirt, blue blazer and striped tie.
“There's a store closet over there; you can use that to get changed in,” Mr. Harper said, whilst pointing in the direction of the closet.
As she shut the door, Liz looked at the skirt and blazer; it looked as if it was going to be a bit of a squeeze. She unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall down to the ground before picking it up, folding it, and resting it on one of the shelves. She then took off her waistcoat, folded it and put it with her skirt. The kilt went on nicely enough. Liz tucked her blouse in as she wanted to look as respectable as she could. The kilt did just cover the tops of her stockings, though crossing her legs maybe dicey.
Next came the blazer, which sat easy enough on her. She then just about managed to do the final two buttons up on her blouse before tying her tie, which dangled freely over her breasts. The whole look turned Liz on slightly as she looked down at herself and could feel a slight dampening and her nipples on the rise. Liz stepped out the closet and walked back towards the desk.
“Wow, truly excellent. Er, would you mind doing up your blazer?” Mr. Harper croaked, as if this transformation had taken him a little by surprise. Liz did as instructed, though it took a little longer than she had hoped as she struggled to make the blazer fit over her bosom.
“Would you mind if I take a few photos? For reference purposes of course.”
“Not at all,” answered Liz.
“OK, first I would like you to stand legs together hands over your lap.” The shutter clicked. He continued with his instructions, the shutter clicking with each pose.
“Next try to stand naturally, I need to see how it sits. Now, this is a bit odd, but please raise your hands above your head, it's to see how well you can move in it.” Liz did so and could feel everything rise with it, the effect pushing her breasts even further up and together and it also lifted her skirt to dangerous new heights.
“Now touch your toes, first facing me, then turn side on and then facing away.” Liz again did as instructed. As she turned around she knew that she was giving Mr. Harper a full view of her stockings and panties. She turned back to face Mr. Harper, and after hearing more clicks, she saw that he was now seated, as the view had apparently had some sort of effect on him.
“Now, sit down please. First we will do a formal shot with your legs together and hands on your lap and then informal cross legged.” There followed two more clicks.
Mr. Harper then stood up and walked past Liz. He rummaged for something in a cabinet, then returned to her side. “Now please keep your legs crossed, but lean over and pretend you are writing. ” Liz once again did so, and gave Mr. Harper a good view of the outline of her bra and one of her suspender straps.
“Now, if you put both arms on the arm rest we can discuss things.”
As Liz did so, Mr. Harper closed in on her and quickly grabbed one arm, tying it to the arm rest with a school tie. Before she could react he did the same with the other. She let out a small cry, before being silenced by a further tie gagging her. She tried to get up but was pushed back down before getting anywhere.
“Now stay there, I want to discuss our contract,” he said, a little puffed out.
“Along with doing your basic secretarial duties you will also do everything I tell you to do and will reply with “Yes Sir.” Do you agree?” Liz nodded quietly, secretly loving every second.
“When arriving for work you will ask for permission to wear your choice of dress. If it displeases me you will change it, if you disobey you will be punished. You will always wear a push up bra, thong, and stockings with suspenders unless instructed otherwise. Do you agree?” Mr. Harper commanded and waited for her reply.
Liz nodded.
“Good, you appear to be enjoying this,” said Mr. Harper, as he leaned close to Liz and sniffed.
His hand slid down from Liz’s shoulders and cupped her left breast. He gave it a slight lift and let it drop back down, squeezing it. The sensation of restriction of both the clothing and being bound was quite something; she was becoming wet. With his other hand he began to glide his finger round her ear, down past her chin, following the line between her breasts, and danced at her stomach before caressing her legs. Liz opened her legs a little, the aroma of her scent becoming apparent.
“Oh, do you like this?” Liz nodded.
He ran his finger up under Liz’s skirt and stroked her soaked panties, then took his hand back out from Liz’s skirt and sniffed his fingers. He bent down and fetched a further two ties from his pocket, binding each of Liz’s legs to each of the chair legs. They were fixed open and her skirt had ridden up, showing the tops of her stockings and her thong. Liz’s chest heaved at the excitement, her nipples erect and showing through her bra and blouse. Mr. Harper stood up to admire his work, an erection visible through his trousers; he noticed Liz’s gaze.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Liz quickly nodded.
Mr. Harper turned, went round to his desk drawers and took something out. He then returned to Liz, knelt down, moved her panties aside and pushed something slowly into her. He began to fuck her with it, first slowly then building to up the thrust's speed and then slowing again.
Liz was on the precipice of orgasm when Mr. Harper stopped, leaving whatever he had been fucking Liz with inside of her. She could feel her juices running down her legs and soaking her skirt. Mr. Harper leant forward into Liz’s ear, one hand caressing her leg, and the other playing with her breasts.
“So my little darling, do you have any more of these blouses?” Liz shook her head.
“Well, I want you get some more, same size. I wish to play some more.”
At that moment he reached his hands in between the front edges of her blouse and tore the blouse open, leaving the top and bottom parts still fastened and exposing her breasts in the middle. He leant in, kissing and licking her breasts. Liz began to writhe. He then pushed her bra down and lifted her breasts out so they stood proud of her blazer.
He played with her nipples, giving them a bite, then he stood up and took out his cock. It was wet with pre-cum, and he started wanking himself off in front of Liz. He bent over and removed the thing that he had put in Liz’s soaked pussy and put it between her breasts. It was a board marker soaked with Liz’s juices; it was now dripping down her chest.
“Ahhh,” Mr. Harper exhaled as he came, his seed landing landing across her chest.
“Thank you my dear, you may get changed. I will see you tomorrow as we discussed, and we can try out another of the new uniforms. Just to give you a tease, there is a pinafore, summer dress, and gym kit, lots to play with,” he said, quite out of breath.
After Liz was untied, she stood up, went into the closet and got changed back into her clothes.