Clare again woke from strange dreams. Her alarm clock rang and she opened her eyes and reached across to switch it off. This time she was faced with the 10 inch vibrator and her bed time reading from the night before, Better Fellatio, given to her courtesy of her new boss, Graham.

As Clare rose she rubbed her bottom, still slightly sore from the morning where Graham had spanked her. She would be sure to be on time for work today. That was not going to happen again if she could help it.

She showered and made a vain attempt to put on a bra and some panties – before immediately removing them again as she went to put on her work clothes as the compulsion to refrain overwhelmed her. She then made her way to work.

When she arrived at quarter to nine Clare walked slowly to the elevator with her new slow sexy walk, pressed for the tenth floor and waited. Why could she not stop behaving like this?

The two male accounts staff from the day before were waiting for the elevator themselves and had watched her walk over with smiles on their faces. Both were now stood shamelessly looking her over. A middle aged woman was stood next to them and was looking at Clare disapprovingly. Clare attempted to scowl at the men – and instead suddenly found herself helplessly posing, one leg in front of the other, one hand on her hip, her chest out and a big smile. The woman tutted and looked away.

The elevator doors opened and Clare walked in followed by the others. As the doors began to close she heard a man’s voice shout “Wait,” and one of the men in the elevator stopped the doors with his hand. A man entered and Clare saw with a look of dread that it was Bill Jennings.

“Thanks,” Bill said to the man, and made his way to stand besides Clare, who had stood with her back to the rear of the elevator, posing and smiling as the two guys occasionally looked around and leered at her. The elevator doors closed and both of the other men and the woman turned to face forwards, with the men occasionally glancing around for a further look at Clare’s tits or legs.

Bill stepped closer to Clare and she felt him quietly and unobservedly allow his right hand to reach around and explore her right bottom cheek. If this had been last week there would have been fireworks.

Clare instinctively tried to react in character and turn to Bill to slap him; to make sure everyone there knew exactly what was going on. Instead she found herself step away from the back of the elevator and slightly in front of Bill, and as she did so she put her left hand out at her side; as if trying to block what Bill was doing to anyone else’s view. She then stuck out her bottom.

What the hell!

Clare felt a rush of humiliation at her behaviour – accompanied by an intense rush of sexual arousal. She hated the way Bill responded to her behaviour by squeezing and fondling the jutting cheek playfully.

Why was she doing this?

The elevator stopped for the fifth floor and the two men got out, both with a glance back at the sluttily dressed secretary, now stood slightly in front of Bill Jennings who was stood with a smile on his face just behind her and to her side.

The elevator doors closed briefly again, before stopping a few seconds later on the sixth floor. This time the middle aged lady got out, with another disapproving look back at Clare and her mode of dress.

The elevator doors closed again – this time leaving them alone. Clare made another attempt to stop Bill and turn to slap him, but found she couldn’t. What she found herself do instead was readjust her weight to her right foot and stick out her right bottom cheek against Bill’s hand more fully. There was another rush of arousal at the humiliation this produced. Her thighs were again beginning to feel slick.

As the elevator began to move she heard Bill move fully behind her and felt both his hands on both cheeks of her bottom. They then quickly moved up and forward until they were on her breasts, which they commenced rubbing in firm rotations.

Immediately Clare found herself respond as she had two days before, putting her hands up to the sides of her head, pulling her shoulders back and sticking out her chest.

Bill gave a, “Wow,” of approval as he continued to rub and bounce the now jutting breasts playfully. After only a few seconds he was interrupted the elevator stopping for the seventh.

Bill quickly let go of Clare and stepped back to one side. Clare immediately put her hands down and stopped jutting out her tits and bottom. She tried to smooth her top down to hide her now rock hard nipples and calm her rapid breathing from her growing arousal at her embarrassing behaviour. Both were useless, as the top was not designed to hide her nipples and she was too aroused to slow her breathing much.

The doors opened to reveal a guy in a suit who walked in. He looked Clare up and down, then turned to the doors and pressed for the ninth. As the doors closed and the elevator began to move he glanced back around at her again and gave her a smile. Clare wanted to glare at him – but found herself instead give him a big smile and pose nicely; prompting him to look her over again.

Clare was at least thanking her lucky stars Bill had stopped feeling her up. This was short lived however as she felt the hand surreptitiously go back to her bottom cheek. Again as she tried to respond assertively Clare instead found herself step slightly to one side so the wandering hand could not be seen by the other guy in the elevator. Then she stuck out her bottom.

This was intolerable! What was she doing? Why was her humiliating behaviour turning her on so much? It was ridiculous!

A short time later the elevator stopped for the ninth. Bill continued to discreetly squeeze her jutted bottom cheek and Clare was fuming with anger at all her ridiculous compliant behaviour. She again attempted to express how she felt to the groping man at her side. But instead found herself simply turn her head and smile. As the doors opened and the other guy walked off she then said, “That’s really nice. I love being felt up like this.”

“I’m enjoying doing it, believe me,” Bill responded with a wink and a squeeze at her bottom.

Clare thighs were again now really slick with her wetness and she again was on the brink of an orgasm.

“No! No! Damn it!” she thought.

As the elevator doors were about to close again a hand stopped them. This time it was Keith Hutchinson. Clare looked at him in slight shock and embarrassment at how she must appear to him; particularly after she had reported him the way she had. The embarrassment caused another strange rush of sexual arousal that nearly brought her to orgasm. Oh god!

“Oh. Hi Bill. You might as well come straight up to my office,” Keith said to Bill, initially ignoring Clare. “We need to discuss the sales strategy for the Japanese deal again. You’ve met Clare again I see.” He looked at Clare with a smile as he said this.

“Yes, of course,” Bill replied, quietly removing his hand from Clare’s bottom. Clare found herself immediately able to cease sticking it out.

“I like your new dress for the office, Clare,” Keith said with a chuckle. “It’s the talk of the building. Oh, and thanks for dropping the case. Graham told me you had decided to. He said you’d be coming around to my office about tenish this morning to talk about it. Just to let you know that would be fine.”

Clare was shocked and even more angered by this. Graham had what? Clare immediately tried to tell Keith that she had done nothing of the sort; that she had her dignity and intended to pursue the claim against him for sexual harassment with vigour for molesting her.

Instead she smiled politely. She then said, “Yes that’s right. It was so foolish to report you. I’ll make absolutely sure the case doesn’t go any further.”

Keith and Bill looked at each and then back to Clare.

“Well I have to say I was a bit surprised,” Keith said. “It should make our conversation later interesting though.” Keith winked at her as he said this.

Clare felt completely humiliated – she was now even closer to the brink of an orgasm.

Why? Why was this all happening?

It was mystifying why she was now responding like this. She never used to. She still remembered how Keith had allowed his hand to stray. She had been delivering some memos to his office and he had smacked her on her bottom as she bent over in the corridor outside – it was a day when she had chosen to wear one of her pencil skirts that showed off her bottom nicely. Nowhere near as nice as her present mode of attire but enough to cause Keith to take leave of his senses and touch her. She had slapped him. Then she’d gone on to report it to Hilary Hayes in HR who had been extremely helpful in getting together the claim for her.

So why now was she behaving in completely the opposite way; and saying such submissive things so openly?

“Wow, I can’t wait,” Clare heard herself reply as she tried to tell him there was no way she would be making it.

The elevator stopped for the tenth floor and the three of them got out of the elevator. As they did Bill suddenly said, “Keith can I just have a minute with Clare please if that’s alright?”

“Sure,” Keith replied. “I need to go speak to Graham first anyway.”

“Clare, can I just speak to you for a minute?” Bill said

“Well I really don’t want to be late,” Clare replied, fearing being left alone with Bill. “Mr Sanderson can be angry.”

“That’s alright, Clare,” Keith said, “I’m just going to speak to him now. I’ll explain how you got delayed.”

Clare felt she had no choice but to talk to Bill, so did so hoping the public area of the corridor would discourage any more hand wandering.

As the elevator doors closed and they were alone Bill said, “Look, Clare, I really like you and I can see that you appear to like me now, whether it’s because you have heard about my impending promotion to the board I don’t know.” Bill obviously threw this in as a sweetener. Clare found this amusing and thought she knew what was coming. “I was wondering whether you would like to go out to dinner tonight?”

Clare couldn’t believe his audacity in asking her out, even after what had happened. Bill’s expensive suit didn’t hide the fact that he was hardly a great catch. He was only around five eight in height, probably around 210 pounds with a paunch and had receding hair. She remembered the time prior to his transfer two months ago (what she thought had been his dismissal). How he had touched her bottom in the elevator, but how that time she had responded with a slap and a cry of “pervert”. That had been the topic of another discussion with Hilary Hayes. Based upon recent experience though Clare half expected to hear herself accept his offer.

To her surprise though what she wanted to say this time came out.

“I don’t date fat guys losing their hair,” Clare said.

Wow! She had actually said something she wanted to. Admittedly she hadn’t had to speak out against being sexually molested or abused, or stop such behaviour for that matter – the way she seemed to have lost the capacity to do recently. But it was a step in the right direction. Perhaps she would be able to assert herself again now.

As she thought this she watched Bill’s face change from a smile, to a crestfallen look, to one of anger.

“So what was all that in the elevator today and on Monday?” Bill said.

Clare simply shrugged her shoulders.

Bill turned with a glare at her and walked towards Keith’s office after mouthing something unpleasant about her. Something that until recently Clare was not unused to hearing. Clare felt really pleased with herself. She would no longer have to worry about Bill’s hands wandering anymore. At last things were getting back to normal.

As Clare seated herself at her desk and switched on her computer Keith Hutchinson emerged from Graham’s office. He cast a strange look over to Clare that she did not particularly like on his way out. It was a sort of leering smile, and he said on the way past, “Look forward to seeing you later, Clare, about tenish wasn’t it.”

Clare was fuming. She would give him a piece of her mind one way or another, despite everything that had happened. She would find a way. She was determined.

Suddenly the intercom went off and Graham’s voice startled her. “Please come into my office, Clare.”

Despite her positive experience with Bill Clare still found herself walking slowly and sexily into Graham’s office on her five inch heels, shut the door and slink over to his desk.

“Please come around this side and stand here,” Graham said indicating the area of the desk at his immediate right side.

Clare walked around the desk as instructed and stood at Graham’s right.

“Now face the desk and bend over with your legs straight and lean on it with your hands and elbows. When you’ve done that arch your back down and stick your bottom out.”

Emboldened by the successfully experience of turning a date with Bill down Clare attempted to call him a pervert and walk out. Instead, yet again, she felt herself smile and then she said, “Why that sounds a really sexy idea.” She then turned to face the desk, locked her legs straight and bent over from the hips. When rested on the desk with her hands and elbows she then brought her back into a downward arch and stuck out her large bottom pertly.

“Excellent. Now just hold that position whilst I have a feel,” Graham said. He then swivelled his chair to face her, placed his left hand on her hip and his right on her left bottom cheek. He began to caress it, smoothing his hand up and down the round peach and then squeezed it. As he did so he continued.

“I’ve just been speaking to Keith Hutchinson. I forgot to mention yesterday that I had arranged for you to have a meeting with him in order to apologize for your behaviour last month after he felt your bottom and you complained. He didn’t even get a chance to linger over it either for all his trouble. Tut, tut. Poor guy. Still you’ll make up for it. He said he mentioned it to you in the elevator and that you looked slightly surprised – before telling him how foolish you had been.”

Graham sniggered as he said this, and Clare felt him give her pertly presented bottom another playful squeeze. He then continued.

“Make sure you attend the appointment. When you do you will say that you apologize for reacting the way you did when he molested you, and you apologize for pursuing the action against him. Say that you responded the way you did because you’re extremely submissive but were afraid of the fact back then. You will say that now you have fully surrendered to your submissive side. You know your proper place now, and the next time he molests you, you will take it nicely. Oh, and obey all his instructions from now on, make sure you allow him to do whatever he wishes with you at the meeting and afterwards, and cooperate enthusiastically and passionately,” Graham said. “Secondly, make sure that you inform Hilary Hayes of your decision to not continue the case.” Clare then felt him pat her jutting bottom cheek, and then he said, “Now pick up these dictation tapes and get to work.”

Clare immediately obeyed and slunk out of the office sexily on her massive heels to her computer, again wet with the bizarre arousal the humiliating treatment was still producing. She would not be saying what Graham had instructed if she could at all help it though. Perhaps as with Bill she would find the strength to say what she wanted to. Anyway hopefully it would just be a polite conversation and he would let her go soon after and behave professionally and respectfully. Clare tried to convince herself he would at least.

There was at least one positive from Graham’s instructions. He had asked her to do precisely what she planned to do anyway. Have a talk with the one person she felt may be able to assist her understand her strange behaviour of the past few days. Hilary Hayes.

Ten o’clock came quickly without further event other than lots of typing on Clare’s computer. She informed Graham she was going to Keith’s office on the intercom. He replied with a patronising, “Good girl. See you later.” She then made her way to Keith’s office down the corridor and entered the outer office where his attractive red headed secretary was seated typing, though dressed somewhat more modestly than Clare.

The secretary’s name was Angie Clark. Clare remembered once having a heated discussion with her in the staff canteen over her working as a personal secretary. Clare had suggested to her that she was possibly screwing Keith for a higher salary. Clare had told her she would hate to be at any guy’s beck and call instead of being in the typing pool and having some independence. Understandably Angie didn’t like the comment and had not spoken to Clare again before now. Clare hated having to walk past her dressed like this, especially as Angie, along with everyone else, would know she was now Graham’s personal secretary.

As Clare passed Angie glanced at her and shook her red mane with a look of disapproval on her face at Clare’s clothes, before turning her gaze back to her computer screen. “He’s expecting you,” she said to Clare without looking up.

“Thank you,” Clare said sarcastically and opened the door and walked in.

“Just turn the sign to “do not disturb” before you enter please, Clare,” Keith said.

Clare immediately found herself return to the door and change the sign from “available” to “do not disturb”. As she did she caught sight of Angie still typing staring at her computer screen, but now with a slight smile on her face and shaking her head again.

After closing the door Clare walked sexily over to Keith’s desk where he was seated, something that did not appear to go unnoticed to him. His room was similarly designed to Graham’s and a similar size, with a slightly more ornate desk, but also with a settee and two chairs around a small coffee table.

Keith, like Graham was in his mid forties, though had slightly greyer hair. He was around the same height and also around the same build. She thought that he would be considered quite good looking for his age, and the presence of his company stature and the expensive suits he wore accentuated this as they did with Graham.

“Please sit down,” Keith said.

Clare immediately seated herself as indicated on the opposite side of Keith’s desk.

“Now as I said I heard from Graham about your decision. Would you like to elaborate,” Keith said smiling and steepling his fingers.

Clare summoned up all her determination to tell him she was not going to drop the case but was going to still have him for thousands, and have him fired. Instead, after smiling politely she said, “I’m sorry for reacting the way I did when you molested me, and I’m sorry for pursuing the case against you.” She then gulped, feeling herself blushing profusely at what she had just said – and what she knew she was about to say. “The reason was that I’m extremely submissive but was afraid of the fact back then. I’ve accepted that I’m submissive now though.” Clare desperately tried to stop talking. She struggled with all her might to clam up. But her mouth and voice simply continued as she uselessly fought the impetus. “And ... I ... I now know my proper place ... and ... and the next time you molest me ... I will take it nicely.” Clare paused and took a couple of deep breaths to relax and calm herself. The embarrassment of doing what she had just done was arousing her appallingly.

“Can I go now?” Clare said standing.

Keith didn’t answer immediately. He simply stood and walked around his desk to face Clare. He then spoke. “Well you are full of surprises,” he said as he approached her, looking her up and down. “How has Graham trained you to behave like this?”

“I ... I don’t know what you mean. I have just decided to ... to be sexier and ... well ... more respectful, that’s all,” Clare said in genuine confusion.

“Well whatever the reason before you go I think I’d like to check you mean what you say.” As he said this Keith raised his hands and placed them on Clare’s jutting breasts.

Clare instinctively tried to step back and stop Keith – instead she found herself put her hands up at the sides of her head, pull her shoulders back and thrust out her breasts against the groping hands.

She realised the complete helplessness and vulnerability of her position even as she did this. She was now no longer in an elevator with the hope of the doors opening to stop or interrupt her molester. She was now alone in a room with her molester and the “do not disturb” sign on the outside of the door meant there would be no interruptions to whatever he wished to do with her; unless she could somehow find the will to stop him.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” she heard Keith say as he began to massage her compliantly presented large breasts. After a few seconds of gentle rhythmic massage he moved his hands to their sides. Clare watched helplessly unable to move as he then took hold of each of her budding nipples between finger and thumb and squeezed. Instinctively with a sharp intake of breath Clare tried to step back. Instead she found herself pulling her shoulders back and thrusting out her breasts more fully which she felt jiggle in response.

Clare could see Keith now licking his lips in satisfaction. His hands moved down from her breasts to her waist, and he pulled out the vest top from under her stretch mini skirt. He then began to raise it slowly until it was over her breasts, where the stretchy fitted material kept it in place there. Clare felt her large breasts bounce free with another jiggle.

“My, my,” Keith said. “These are magnificent. Very convenient of you to not wear a bra.”

Clare felt a sudden urge to say, “I’m not enjoying this! Stop feeling me up now pervert!” Instead, yet again, she felt herself smiling inanely even as she posed compliantly. She then said, “I’m really enjoying this. Please carry on feeling me up handsome.”

“My pleasure,” Keith said smiling. As Clare helplessly watched he then placed his hands back on her now naked breasts and begin to gently massage them in circles. He then yet again moved his hands to their sides to tweak the now naked rock hard nipples between finger and thumb. Clare again gave a sharp intake of breath, before readjusting her posture, pulling her shoulders back, and thrusting out of her breasts as she instinctively attempted to move. The response from the smiling Keith was to take hold of the presented breasts and recommence his rhythmic massage.

For around a minute or so Clare helplessly watched her breasts being rubbed, bounced, massaged and kneaded and occasionally their nipples tweaked. Keith then stopped and stepped forward and Clare felt him put his arms around her waist and press her passionately against himself. He then kissed her bruisingly.

Clare inside wanted to resist, to keep her mouth closed and push him away. Instead she found herself doing as Graham had instructed her to: allowing Keith to do whatever he wanted with her; and responding enthusiastically and passionately. As a result she found herself throwing her arms around his shoulders and kissing him passionately back. Oh no!

As he continued to kiss her Clare felt Keith’s hands move down over her bottom, stoking and squeezing the cheeks, which she immediately compliantly jutted out for him. She felt him stroking them and squeezing them as his tongue explored her mouth.

Clare inside was now beside herself. No matter how much she wanted to she could not resist Keith’s attentions, which were worsening by the second. Instead there was this constant co-operative behaviour that despite its frequency she still could not help feeling shocked by. There was also that damned arousal again, which was now building to a crescendo apparently stimulated by the embarrassment and humiliation she was feeling at what she was doing.

As Clare smouldered with impotent anger Keith suddenly stopped and released her. Clare found herself able to stop kissing Keith and hugging him at last. Keith however proceeded to walk backwards to the chair Clare had recently left pulling her with him to seat himself, before guiding her to his lap. He guided her to sit on his lap with her back to his left arm, and though she wanted to resist again Clare helplessly complied.

As soon as she was on his lap Keith went for her naked breasts again, taking hold of her large right breast, and after appearing to enjoy the weight of it he guiding the budding nipple to his mouth. Clare wanted desperately to stop him. She made a desperate attempt with all her might; but even as she tried she found herself instead putting her hands back up at the side of her head in offered surrender, and then pulling back her shoulders to offer her breasts compliantly to Keith’s attentions.

Even worse, to her horror, she became aware of her naked crotch being visible in this position. So instinctively she tried to close her legs tight; but instead she found herself open her legs exposing her wet gaping sex below the shortness of the stretch mini skirt more effectively.

Keith appeared too obsessed with her large breasts to notice at the time though. His face was now pressed against Clare’s right breast, and Clare felt him begin to suck and chew the nipple greedily. As she felt this she watched him take hold of her other breast in his right hand and begin to knead, rub and massage it roughly.

There was another sharp intake of breath from Clare in response to this rough man handling. Involuntarily she tried to move to defend herself; but instead she found herself pulling back her shoulders more and pressing her breasts against Keith”s ministrations more effectively.

Why couldn’t she stop doing this?

Clare was aware she was now on the edge of an orgasm. She wanted to plead with Keith to stop, but knew she could not. Instead she heard herself say, “That’s so nice – don’t stop.” This brought her even closer to an orgasm.

She desperately tried to think of something else to avoid the impending climax. But the feeling of her right nipple being so rudely and roughly chewed and sucked and her other breast being so roughly manhandled was too much for her. Groaning an “Ohhh no!” Clare felt herself go over the edge. Her body tensed and jerked forward rhythmically as she moaned “Ohhhh!” “Ohhhh!” in unison.

As she came down she saw Keith look up startled realising what had happened. She saw him look down to her crotch and notice her legs were parted and she had on no panties. As she then helplessly watched Keith moved his right hand down to explore area.

Clare immediately instinctively tried to clamp her legs together. Instead she found herself spread them a little further, whilst pulling back her shoulders and thrusting out her breasts and bottom more. “Oh no!” Clare said to herself inside.

She felt Keith’s hand on her pussy immediately, his fingers discovering it was saturated and his middle fingers easily slipping inside. Clare gave a helpless “Ohhh!” in response.

Suddenly Keith’s visage changed to one of total lustful need.

“Stand up,” he said with his voice now shaky with obvious selfish desire and his face set in a visage of pure lust. As Clare rose Keith rose also, and he pressed her under her ribs back against his desk. His hands then went around her and he kissed her passionately again. Clare again helplessly responded like he was the love of her life.

She felt his hands then go down to stroke her bottom, but this time they continued down to the hem of her skirt, which they took hold of. She felt it quickly hiked up around her waist. There it stayed thanks to its stretchy material like a belt, as it had for Graham.

Clare then felt herself pushed back further, forcing her to lie back over the desk, and her legs to come up either side of Keith. Keith roughly took hold of Clare’s legs under the knees and forced them up. As he did this he said, “Bring your knees up to your chest, Clare.”

Clare felt herself obediently do as he asked, however tried as she brought her knees up to close them to spare herself some dignity. She knew that this would not be what Keith wanted though. And as a result for some reason her body betrayed her, seemingly wanting to continue to obey Keith enthusiastically as Graham had instructed her to do. They consequently stayed open as Clare lifted them, and Keith then roughly assisted this by taking hold of her knees and forced them further apart. As he did this he instructed her.

“Spread your legs wide girl. Yes. Now stay like that. That’s beautiful.”

Clare found herself helplessly doing as instructed. Her knees were raised up as far as she could, and spread as wide as they would go. Her saturated sex was laid open on the edge of the desk for Keith’s view and attention. She was maddeningly aroused by the humiliating position she was in before Keith, and unable to now move after his instruction to “stay like that”. Her pussy gaped and ached with the need to be filled, grey with her juices and she knew if it was so much as touched she would orgasm again.

Keith now had the look of a starving animal about him as he gazed down at her pussy almost drooling, and fumbled with the black pants he was wearing to undo the belt and drop them. When he eventually did Clare saw to her horror that the bulge she had seen and felt in his pants was made by the most enormous erection. Keith’s dick appeared larger than Graham’s both in length and girth. She estimated it must have been at least nine inches long and a good two and a half to three inches in diameter. What was it with men in this company and them having such large dicks?

After dropping his boxers Keith took hold of Clare around the outside of her thighs and pulled her down the desk a little more towards him until the glands of his enormous dick nudged her needy pussy. Clare immediately found a wave of orgasm begin to engulf her prompted by the feeling of the glands touch her wet lips. As she began to moan in a mixture of shame and pleasure she heard Keith speak.

“Now, you gorgeous teasing little slut. Let’s give you the damn good fucking you deserve.”

As Clare watched Keith then rammed the engorged phallus into her. This made the orgasm complete, and Clare threw her head back with an enormous, “Ohhhhhhh!”

As she slowly recovered from the orgasm she looked down to watch Keith after readjusting his footing begin to fuck her aggressively with the huge shaft. After a few pumps to lubricate his cock fully and relax Clare’s tight inexperienced pussy he rammed forward thrusting the full nine or so inches of his cock to the balls.

Clare emitted a cry of helpless pleasure and pain as she felt and watched her poor inexperienced little pussy being fully impaled and stretched by the giant cock. With a wild look of need on his face Keith now began to fuck Clare with the full length of his cock with quick thrusting movements. As he did so the rhythmic sound of slurping and slapping filled the room, accompanied by Clare’s helpless little moans with each impaling thrust.

Eventually after a couple of minutes the fucking combined with the helpless shameful indignity Clare was feeling brought her to another orgasm. Helplessly she found herself bucking in rhythm to Keith’s thrusts as she climaxed with a loud moan.

Keith then took a rough hold of her left ankle and pulled it out behind him before grabbing her right ankle and throwing it over his right shoulder. This resulted in Clare being forced to lean on her left side, her large breasts bouncing to the left with a jiggle. She then felt him take a firm hold of her right thigh to hold her before recommencing the aggressive fucking. For a further three minutes there was the rhythmic sound of slurping and slapping accompanied by Clare’s moans before she again reached a shameful orgasm.

Keith then again readjusted the position, this time putting both the stilettoed feet over his shoulders and recommenced. As before the position and the continuous fucking was maintained until Clare was forced to orgasm. Keith then changed position again, bringing Clare’s left leg over his right shoulder so that she was on her left side and continued, both legs held in his surprisingly strong right arm and her right butt cheek being squeezed in his other hand. Clare was then again aggressively fucked until she came, before the position was readjusted.

Over the next fifteen minutes Clare’s position on the table was readjusted a further five times, turning her in a full circle as she was fucked side on, face down, side on again and on her back repeatedly. Each time the position was held until her humiliation was made complete by her being forced to an orgasm. Finally Keith, panting with exhaustion returned Clare onto her back in the position she had started, her knees pulled up as high as possible and her legs spread as wide as possible. He then said simply, “Hold this position whilst I finish myself off!”

Clare therefore found herself holding the position as if her life depended on it as Keith, looking down with pursed lips in satisfaction at his work brought himself to his climax. Suddenly he froze and gave an enormous grunt. Clare then felt the enormous cock fully buried inside her swell even larger, making her think her pussy about to explode. Instead she felt the cock seemingly explode as it discharged in the depths of her body, buried so deep in her that it felt like it was up to her rib cage. Clare threw her head back, hitting the desk as the most enormous orgasm yet hit her, and she cried out louder than ever, “Ohhhhhhh!”

It took a few seconds for Keith to recover and get his breath back. Eventually he did and withdrew his cock from Clare’s pussy. As he did Clare felt his enormous load of cum gush out of her pussy onto the desk and the floor.

Keith reached down and picked up his boxers and pants from around his ankles, then fastened himself up. Clare remained prostrate on the table feeling weak and shaky from the expansion of energy from her repeated orgasms. She too eventually moved, and then quickly stood and readjusted her clothes.

“Well I think that I can be confident you won’t be making any reports about me for sexual harassment, Clare,” Keith said with a chuckle. “We will have to arrange to do this again sometime.”

Clare felt herself blushing again, and turning away moved to the door.

“Oh, Clare. Don’t just go like that. Look at the mess you made here,” Keith said indicating the line of cum on the edge of the table and on the floor. “Go ask Angie for some paper tissues to clean it up and then come back and clean it. It’s okay. She’s mostly quite discrete so explain what it’s for so she can give you enough tissues.”

Clare stood mortified for a moment. The thought of saying that to Angie was appalling. She would have to make something up.

Clare opened the door and walked out towards where the red headed secretary was still typing. By the time Clare got there she had decided to ask for the tissues for a spilled drink. Unfortunately to her horror as Keith had been specific about what she had to say this is not what came out.

“I need some tissues to clean up some cum from the desk where Keith just had sex with me.” Clare put her hand to her mouth and her eyes opened wide in horror at what she had just said. Angie gave her a smirk and shook her head.

“Disgusting,” Angie said smiling contemptuously. “I can’t believe the noises you were making in there, you slut. This will do your reputation a world of good. Your little outfits are already the talk of the typing pool.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Clare said, attempting to somehow explain that she didn’t like dressing or behaving like this or allowing guys to fuck her. Unfortunately her mouth took charge again, “It’s such a turn on showing my ass and tits off and how fuckable I am. I just love the reactions I get, and it seems a shame to leave a sexy guy like Keith frustrated. I just had to let him fuck me.” She then felt herself smile stupidly.

Angie’s face was a visage of contempt, but Clare noticed she couldn’t help sneaking a peek at her body at the mention of it. Unfortunately Clare’s body noticed too; she felt herself shift and stretch, her breasts straining against the top. Angie looked down at Clare thighs. As she did so Clare found herself helplessly part them enough to show they were slick with wetness and cum. Angie’s eyes widened at the sight of it, Clare’s skirt started to ride up as she tried desperately, and failed miserably, to clench her legs shut. She then tried to move to hide herself somehow from Angie, but couldn’t because Angie was still looking her over and she felt compelled to pose for her. So instead she just stood there red faced posing – but now incredibly aroused again because of how humiliated she felt.

Women too, now? Somehow, the humiliation was different. More pointed, sharper. Clare could feel a new orgasm building in response.

“Well at least he’s not expecting me to clean up the mess. Here,” Angie said, giving Clare a hand full of tissues from a drawer in her desk. “Make sure you clean up your mess properly.” She then looked Clare up and down again one last time contemptuously, sending an electric jolt of humiliation and arousal to Clare’s clitoris. “I could never behave like a slut like you. Disgusting.”

She then simply continued her work smiling as Clare, red faced, walked back into Keith’s office, her legs barely holding her up as she desperately tried to hide her latest orgasm. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the line of goo. Keith was stood close by reading a letter smiling and looking very pleased with himself. Clare went to squat down to clean up the goo quickly. Unfortunately because of Graham’s instructions about such situations she was unable to do so. Instead she turned until she had her back to Keith then locked her knees back so her legs were perfectly straight and shoulder width apart. Then she slowly bent over. She felt the skirt rise to reveal her extremely wet thighs and wet and now well fucked pussy.

“Mmmmm. Very nice,” she heard Keith say, clearly noticing.

Clare strained to clean up the cum quickly, but instead found herself only able to do so painfully slowly. As she wondered why she realised it was because Graham had told her to take her time over whatever she was doing whilst bent over; so whatever men there were in the room could get a good lingering view of her.

“I can feel round two coming on,” she heard Keith remark. Then she heard him walk over to where she stood and heard the zip of his flies. Then she felt her skirt pulled quickly back up around her waist again.

“Just stay in that position. That’s perfect,” Keith said as Clare felt him take a rough hold of her hips.

Clare was fucked by Keith again for ten more minutes from behind before he eventually blew a second load inside her. She was then eventually able to clean up the office and leave, passing a smiling Angie Clark on the way who she knew would almost certainly tell everyone she could find about what had happened. Clare felt appallingly embarrassed, but again equally incredibly aroused.

She was now well and truly sick of feeling and behaving like this. Clare hoped that her next actions would make sure that this was not for much longer.

After exiting the elevator on the second floor Clare made her way to the HR department to talk to Hilary Hayes. As she walked into the department she was greeted again by Derek, munching a sandwich. His eyes opened wide as he saw her and then explored her shamelessly. Clare found herself helplessly posing and smiling in response.

“Can I help?” he said at last after taking his time to look her over with clearly less respect than on Monday

“Yes. I want to see Hilary Hayes please. It’s important.”

“Well she’s on an early lunch right now. Can I help,” he said with eyebrows raising.

“No thank you.” Clare said still smiling and posing sexily. “I want to see Hilary and it is important. I think she will take the time.”

Derek got on the phone and after a brief conversation ushered Clare towards the door a little along the corridor, which Clare knew from experience was Hilary’s.

Clare walked into the office and over to Hilary’s desk. Hilary was sat drinking a coffee and reading a paper. Clare saw her look up as she approached, and appear to take a particular interest in her slutty clothes.

Hilary pointed for Clare to take a seat and Clare sat where indicated.

“Interesting clothes, Clare. How can I help you this time?” Hilary said.

Clare looked at Hilary and took a deep breath. Hilary was around 35 to 40 years old and was the youngest head of department. She was a strong woman, with short blonde bobbed hair who always power dressed in dark suits. It was this powerful appearance that inspired the rumour amongst many of the staff that she was gay.

“Well,” Clare began. “First of all I would like to drop the case I have had going against Mr Hutchinson. I have had a kind of change of heart over it.”

Hilary looked at Clare with curiosity. “Why?” she said.

“I ... I don’t wish to pursue it any more. I talked with Mr Hutchinson about it and it’s now fine.” Clare knew she did not look fine though and didn’t mind showing it. She then looked down at her hands on her lap. “Mr Sanderson asked me to make sure I inform you.”

Clare could see that Hilary was watching her body language and the way it suggested there was a lot more to this than was meeting the eye.

“Is there something going on I need to know about, Clare?” she said in a concerned tone.

“Well. Yes. Kind of. But it’s very difficult for me to talk about,” Clare replied honestly. “Recently, in fact since I accepted Mr Sanderson’s job offer to be his personal secretary on Friday I ... I don’t think I have quite been myself. I am been behaving – differently. Doing things I would never have done before.”

“You mean sexual things? With Mr Sanderson?” Hilary replied.

“No!” Clare found herself almost screech. For some reason she felt an overwhelming desire to ensure Hilary did not believe she was being sexually harassed or abused. “No, it’s nothing sexual! I ... I don’t know what it is. I just can’t seem to control my behaviour anymore. I don’t seem to have my own will anymore. I am doing things I would never do; dressing in ways I would never normally dress. And I can’t seem to do anything about it.”

Hilary suddenly looked as though a thought had dawned on her, and smiled. “Look Clare,” she said, “Why don’t you leave this with me and I’ll look into some counselling for you or something. HR are very concerned to ensure our employees are taken care of. They are a valuable resource. You’re probably just overworked or something.”

Clare did not feel convinced but nodded her head. “Can you help me?” she said with a little girl lost look on her face.

“I certainly think something is going on here, Clare. And I promise you I will get to the bottom of it. Now if you will excuse me I need to get my lunch, I have a busy schedule.”

“Yes. Certainly,” Clare said, smiling and feeling more confident then she had over past days and rose and left the office.

Rather than go to the staff canteen and face her ex-colleagues from the typing pool Clare went out for her lunch to a local cafe, as she had for the last couple of days. She returned back to the offices on time despite the period spent with Hilary, and as she walked in to the office Graham was just walking out. He looked a little concerned. As he passed Clare he gave her a glare, as though he was not happy with her at all, but did not say anything. Clare therefore got back to her typing distracted by a horrible feeling of concern.

Graham walked straight past Angie Clarke ignoring her “Hello Mr Sanderson” and straight into Keith Hutchinson’s office. After closing the door he then walked over to where Keith and Hilary Hayes were seated, smiling at him.

“Well, Graham,” Keith said, “We’re both glad you could come at such short notice to talk. We also both have a theory about what’s been going on with that secretary of yours, and I’m curious to see if we are correct.”

Graham seated himself and took a deep breath. “So what do you think is happening then?” he said.

“I think,” Hilary replied, “that this secretary of yours has been subject to some form of chemically assisted hypnotic suggestion. We all three of us know here that the company has drugs that can assist such a process. We all know that most of our older molecular designs are stored in the Chem Bank in Nevada. And I checked: a few weeks ago you accessed the bank to obtain a chemical for a research team; despite them only requesting that they have access. Now why would a board member go running errands for the foot soldiers? I’m willing to bet that if I dug around I’d find that some Agent Aspect was missing from stock if I went down there, right?”

“Graham,” Keith said, “I’ve known you for a long time. We’ve all covered for each other at one time or another in the past. Hilary has done wonders for me blocking Clare’s claim for sexual harassment. She’s had Clare thinking she was supporting her like she was her best friend. Look at the way she helped you out with getting Bill’s temporary transfer after Clare’s first complaint. You know you can trust us. And anyway there’s no point denying it, Graham. I know that what Hilary is suggesting must be right. You suggested to me this morning that Clare would be more amenable in future to a stray hand. That would have been strange enough, but she was a lot more than that. She let me fuck her brains out and was coming like there was no tomorrow. I may be physically fit and a good screw for my age but I’m not conceited enough to believe that was all me. And to say it’s out of character for her to behave like that is got to be the understatement of the millennium.”

“Okay. Okay.” Graham said. “This is terrible.” He put his head in his hands. “I just got carried away. I just got obsessive over the period of a few months about the girl and what I would like to do with her, and then with knowing about AA – well it was just too tempting.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “What’s going to happen now?”

“Well we can’t tell anyone or let this go public,” Hilary said. “Think about it? We would have to admit about the drug’s existence, why it was developed and when – think about the coincidences with the lone gunman assassinations? No we can’t. Besides I seem to be the only one of us not to be having any fun with this submissive secretary of yours.” Hilary had a wicked gleam in her eye as she said this. “I’m tired of seeming to help her out all the time when I hate women like her. Its submissive women like her that give the rest of us a bad name. I can’t believe you guys are so taken in. You really think that AA is that effective? Really?”

“Well it seems to have been extremely effective with Clare,” Graham said. Keith nodded his agreement vigorously.

“You’re both crazy,” Hilary replied. “I think that it can only work where the person at least to some extent wants to be that way. Clearly this girl has a latent submissive streak. Hah! Pathetic! Well I’m going to have some real fun testing her submissive streak out believe me.”

The two men looked at each other and raised their eyebrows in response then Keith reacted as though remembering something. “Oh, Graham have you got any AA left? I would love to give some to my secretary,” he said coyly.

Graham laughed out loud. “Well firstly I’m obviously completely agreeable to not revealing this. We will have to keep it a secret as much as possible. Of course all board level staff based here will need to know and be informed, and why it has to be kept secret. Chances are anyone who knows of AA will guess like you what’s happened anyway. I don’t think we will have much trouble with Douglas and Gerald.” Graham said this referring to the other two board members who worked at the Texas branch. “Oh. And yes, I do have a supply left for you Keith.”

“Excellent. I’ll be able to test out Hilary’s theory and see if Angie has a latent submissive streak.” He then chuckled. “Bill Jennings will have to know as well now he’s been promoted to the board. I wouldn’t like to be in Clare’s shoes when he finds out. Bill told me this morning that Clare was very unpleasant with him when he asked her out on a date. He thought her amenability to his hand wandering was some bizarre way of her giving him the come on – poor guy.”

Graham smiled cruelly. “Well I think Clare needs some punishment after what she has put me through today. I think I might just punish her by sending her as a messenger to Bill this evening – and assisting him take some sweet revenge in the process.”

“Any chance you can send her down to my office for a follow up discussion first?” Hilary said. “I’ve got some ideas on slight improvements to her appearance. That is if you trust me with your little slut.”

“Well as you’ve been so considerate, why not,” Graham replied.

“Excellent. Give me an hour to prepare though,” Hilary said. “Send her around about twoish.”

Clare watched Graham return to his office and noticed he appeared calmer than when he left, with a peculiar smile on his face. A couple of minutes later Bill Jennings came in and went in after him. As she saw him she caught his eye and mockingly winked and blew him a kiss. Bill glared at her.

Fifteen minutes passed and then Bill came back out again. As he passed her Clare lifted up her arms and stretched, pushing out her large breasts and licked her lips teasingly. She then said mockingly, “Doing anything interesting tonight, Bill?”

His response was strange. He stopped and smiled at her. Then he said, “As a matter of fact I hope to be doing something very interesting tonight, Clare. You.” He then laughed and walked out.

Clare’s face dropped and she felt cold all over.