Staci's Day Part 3 — BackedTGC

[Part 1]( https://opentgc.com/post/UG9zdDphMDI2NmVhZjE4ZTBiZDEyYTZmNTU0N2JlYjJhZGY0Yw==) [Part 2]( https://opentgc.com/post/UG9zdDpmNmIzZDM5ODA5MDhhZWNlOGQ4MTE1Mjg4N2I0YmZhNg==) Dark,secretary,bitch,slut,smell,cum,taste,stuck,forced,dress,lust Work only dragged as I got back into the rhythm of my new secretarial duties. I could only grin and bear it as my body worked on autopilot. With the absence of me in the firm, a lot of my former clients seemed to go to Mike. I was astounded at how creepy they treated me, talking down to me, interrupting me constantly, and even one of my favorite clients reached out and pinched my ass as I walked them to Mike's Office. Worse still, every time I opened the door of Mike's office a strange scent whisked out. At first, I was immediately intrigued, and I looked around the office trying to place it. Whenever I caught the scent I felt my body flushing, a red blush creeping over my face, and I searched for the source. The scent was frankly distracting each time I caught it in my nose. Each time I would catch myself flushing and having trouble concentrating for longer and longer periods of time. This caused one client waiting to meet Mike to snap at my dazed expression. It was only around lunch that I entered Mike’s office fully for the first time to drop off pages and I was met fully with the source of the scent. I was now hypersensitivity to it. Thankfully, Mike ignored me dropping off the files as I desperately held my breath. Almost stumbling out of the office I began to feel the full effects that the smell had on me. The smell hit me hard, like some sort of aphrodisiac. I could only bite my lip and try to compose myself as I rushed myself to the bathroom.

Sitting in my stall I tried to collect myself, breathing in and out heavily. I ventured a hand down into the front of my underwear and saw a wet spot had already formed again. My whole body felt warm, and thick with desire. It took thirty minutes of sitting on the cold toilet before I felt the desire and fogginess clear from my mind. I got dressed again –- putting on my panties with dread I decided that I had taken too long in the bathroom, and someone would soon notice. I walked back to my desk briskly and sat down wearily into my chair. I discovered a small parcel sitting on my computer keyboard with a note attached. Picking up the note I read it quickly: "Staci, as you know I will be out of office this afternoon as I've been deservedly promoted to Partner at the firm -- please swing by my address tonight afterwork to celebrate OUR hard work. PS. Please open and wear the gift I have given you on the desk for tonight -- Mike ". Putting down the note, I opened the package, and saw what looked to be a small black dress. Internally I felt only relief that he would be gone for the entire afternoon. I didn't think I could resist the effect his scent had on my body for the whole day. I definitely couldn't have taken a bathroom break every 30 minutes. With Mike out of the office I had almost no work to do as his secretary. He had only left me a couple invoices to finish, which I could do in 10 minutes. Taking my time before finishing I wandered into the breakroom and automatically started making myself some tea. With some hesitation I saw my previous secretary Lily stirring her coffee at the counter. It seems that Mike's changes had not changed my sexual orientation at all, and I could still appreciate lily's shapely curves in the business skirt and blouse she was wearing. The very reason I had hired her originally. Lily took my appreciative glances at her as something entirely different, and she turned towards me and cattily said "What are you looking at, slut, everyone knows you only got your secretary pushed because you opened your legs to Mike". Shocked, I didn’t reply, and just stood there stunned stirring my tea. Who did this bitch think she was? Taking my lack of retort or response as weakness, her cute face contorted in disdain, and she continued in a fierce whisper. "If you are wondering why all the secretaries hate you, it's because you shouldn't be here. I saw your resume in the filing cabinet, you barely graduated from community college with abysmal grades." That couldn't be true? I was sure I had graduated with top honours from Cornell. Sure, it wasn't Harvard, but it was pretty respectable. Vaguely now though instead of Cornell in my memories I recalled my classes at the local community college. I couldn't remember the material of my college years too closely, but I do remember flirting with my classmates, and professors. I snapped back to Lily's hateful triad as she finished " It's only because Mike had a special eye for you that he even hired you, and now the whole office knows". Blushing fiercely, I looked down as my walk of shame out of Mike's office this morning replayed before my eyes. Lily now finished with her vitriol smugly glared at me for a second more, before turning up her nose and marching back to her desk. Her coffee sat there forgotten. Still blushing from Lily's words, I walked back to my desk. I hoped desperately no one else had overheard her. I was close to getting a bad reputation in this office. The rest of the day dragged by. With no more work to be done I set about rearranging his calendar and organizing his contact list for him. When it finally reached 5:00pm on my computer I had just finished adding his friends and families’ birthdays. With dread I picked up Mike's gift and walked to the bathroom. Struggling for a minute I figured out how to slip the dress over my head, feeling the material settle over my curvaceous form. I stood there glumly admiring how the dress fit my hips and ass in the mirror for a moment. I looked absolutely stunning tonight. I would have spent a couple more minutes admiring my ass in the mirror, but Lily entered the bathroom. I saw her spot me in surprise “Off to go fuck mike tonight?” she called to my back as quickly left work blushing. I drove quickly to Mike's home with a deep sense of foreboding. My body, to my surprise, seemed to be able to drive totally on autopilot, the directions just appearing in my head. Before I knew it, I was outside his grand home. I parked my Mazda on his driveway and knocked on his front door. I had spent the drive stealing my resolve to resist him. Hoping to enforce my will enough to break free from his grasp.

That time was absolutely wasted as he opened the door. I stood there only for a second before the wave of his scent hit my nose. Breathing in deeply I was immediately lost. I lunged forward and pressed my lips against his and pressed my hands against his strong broad chest forcing him to back into his house. I pressed my body against him, feeling my breasts press against his chest as I deepened the kiss.

Chuckling he broke my kiss for a second to mutter "Desperate today aren't we Staci?". My face blushed in shame at his comment, but I wasted no time. My hands worked desperately at his buttons. Peeling his clothes off desperately in need I exposed his board chest. I felt his hands pull my dress up and over my head, tearing it a bit in the process. Now naked and panting with lust, I pushed him back against a couch in his hall and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Hungrily I noticed his penis now free was already at full mast -- straining upright in the air as he sat on the couch. With my dress now off, I straddled his lap feeling his cock on my ass and took his head in my hands and kissed him desperately. A small part of me realized with embarrassment that my pussy was completely soaked, and I was dripping down on him a bit. I pulled my tongue from his mouth for a second to look down and guide the head of his penis to the entrance of my wet vagina. Feeling him at my entrance I sat down, and felt my weight press himself up into me. I felt only a brief flare of pain as he initially stretched me out, but that pain was quickly replaced with pleasure. Moaning I felt myself take the entire length of him. Closing my eyes to the pleasure I lost sight of him, biting my lip down trying keep the moans down.

I gyrated my hips up and down on his length milking the pleasure from his hard rod as I rode him. I now understood why my ex-girlfriend enjoyed this position the most. I had total control in how his cock entered me. In the midst of the pleasure, I could barely think. I vaguely heard some bitch screaming "YEessss, YEessss, harder, Mike Yess!" in the background and dimly in the back of my mind realized it was my own soprano voice ringing out. His hands squeezed my fat ass and pushed me down further on him. Every movement of his cock inside me caused a new trigger of pleasure. My lips found his again as I twined my hands into his hair. I couldn't believe how sensitive my breast and nipples were as his hands cupped and kneaded them roughly. I felt my knees spasm, and I screamed soundlessly against his mouth as a climax flooded through my system. Where my former male orgasms felt targeted and centered around my old organ, this female orgasm exploded through my whole body, and I almost control of my limbs against him for a second. My pelvis continued it's up and down movements, and I opened my hips further trying to get him deeper inside me. As the orgasm finished rushing through me. I felt him abruptly slow for a second and felt his hands clench down hard on my ass pressing my tight body further down onto him. He was panting heavily now as he reached his own orgasm deep inside my womb. I clenched my new muscles in my crotch tightening down on him as his cock twitched. As his cock inside exploded, I felt only a sudden warmth as his semen filled deep in my pussy. Both of us panting and sweating and with him still impaled inside me I laid my head against his muscled chest to rest from our activities for just a moment. My hand creeped along his chest, and I was surprised at the chiseled muscles my hand traced there. I felt my head become clear again, as the post orgasm clearness chased away the heady desire. With sudden disgust I pushed myself off of him and felt him slide out of my vagina as I stood up. Body covered in sweat I searched for the remnants of my dress, hoping it was salvageable, and I could quickly walk out.

Before I even found my dress, I heard him say sternly behind me "Where do you think you're going Staci? You still need to clean me up." I felt my back stiffen as my attention returned immediately to him. I saw his cock was still fully erect and wet from juices sweat, cum, and pussy. Remembering the taste from my panties my mouth started watering as I walked back and fell onto my knees in front of him. With more experience now I reached a hand to his pants for balance as I took the length of him in my mouth. This time instead of his sweat I tasted my own juices covering his cock in a coppery battery like taste. The taste of his cum has mingled with my grool, and I felt myself licking and slurping over the length of him desperate for the taste of his salty seed.

I heard him tensing and moaning above me, as I sucked his cock, carefully cleaning the mess off of him. As I finished licking his cock clean, he grunted loudly, and I pulled back to look up at him in confusion. As I looked up, I felt his cock jerk in my hand, as I felt his load splatter across my face and chest.

With no dignity now, I couldn’t stop myself from immediately scooping it off my check and into my mouth with my finger. The pure taste was incredible. I could only blush as I licked my fingers with as much of his cum as possible. Still licking my fingers, I looked up to see him studying me as he said, "It's a good thing you're staying with me tonight, Staci, there will be more where that came from." [Part 1]( https://opentgc.com/post/UG9zdDphMDI2NmVhZjE4ZTBiZDEyYTZmNTU0N2JlYjJhZGY0Yw==) [Part 2]( https://opentgc.com/post/UG9zdDpmNmIzZDM5ODA5MDhhZWNlOGQ4MTE1Mjg4N2I0YmZhNg==)