With Great Power... (closed for sallythescorpion)

Even as I walked into the lobby, the respect came pouring in the truckloads.

"Good morning, Mr Evans!" was all that was said to me as I strode through the building of OrTech, the company I had been working for since I was 18. Back then, I was just a mere cleaner. But then the system crashed and everyone began to panic, until I found the source of the problem and repaired it. Apparently, my employers had missed the MIT diploma. Slowly, I made my way up the chain, building the respect I was recieving in full as I entered the elevator, pressing the button for the floor of my new office. Eventually, I was chosen to run OrTech, because no-one else could really compare in my skills.

The doors opened and I entered a whole new world.

"Good morning, Mr Evans." repeated Roger, the old CEO's secretary. I smiled at him, shaking his outstretched hand. "Good as ever, Rog... what's the agenda for today?" He opened the folder he was carrying as we made our way to my office. "There isn't much; most of the departments will handle the work. All you have to do is sign some documents, host a few meetings and consult your new assistant."

I paused at the door, confused. "You aren't working with me, mate?" Roger shook his head. "No... since Samantha Orwell's retirement, I'm moving back to PR, maintain the company's well-kept image. Your new assistant should be here shortly." He shooked my hand again, nodding before walking away. Raising an eyebrow, I opened the door and stepped inside.

Minutes passed and, after I became comfy in the chair, my intercom phone beeped. "Sir, your assistant has arrived." said the voice of the security guard. I depressed the reply button. "Thank you, Jim, send her through."

I don't think I was prepared for what was going to happen next.

Amanda 26, 5'3", petite build, toned, brown eyes, 34D.


I was to be Mr. Even's new assistant, to set up his appointments, to anticipate his needs and see to them. Okay, I could do that!

I straightened my neat little suit, black, plain and unadorned, the skirt straight, to mid thigh, and the jacket fitted, with a little blue camisole underneath, to soften it, to give it a hint of femininity.

Taking a deep breath, I went to the door, the interoffice connecting door, and I opened it. I was nervous. His reputation preceded him, and he would be difficult to keep pleased, but I was determined to do what was required of me.

"Good morning Sir! I am Amanda Smithers, and I have been assigned as your personal assistant. Whatever you need, just let me know."

My waist length dark hair was arranged in a top knot at the back of my head, and I look up. He towers above me. I am only 5'3, 5'6" with my heels and still he outstrips me by a foot. His broad body dwarfs mine, and I feel a pulse of desire for him that I know I will need to keep hidden, for my own sake.

"Can I get you anything?"

As she introduced herself, I stood up and walked around my desk, taking her in. She was beautiful, no doubt, and had the posture of a woman who could not only take care of herself, but take care of a man too. I had to swallow to stop myself from reacting like I normally would. Smiling, I reached out with a hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Amanda. Please call me Patrick, I don't like formality as much." I could tell she liked me, but I couldn't jump the gun yet. At her question, I immediately thought and repressed a million thoughts. "Not right now; I think we should just get to know each other first before you make me coffee. Have a seat!" I said, gesturing to one of the chairs politely.

Getting to know him. The thought appealed, not, however the way he intended the comment, I was pretty sure, but in my mind the 'getting to know him' was a much more intimate thing.

I smiled, keeping a businesslike facade.

"Certainly Sir! I mean Patrick! Sorry, its just the terminology I am familiar with"

I blushed a little at my gaffe. I felt my face heat, as I imagined calling him Sir in a whole other environment. What was wrong with me??! I was making a complete idiot of myself here. I needed to focus on my job, keep my thoughts on a businesslike footing.

"So, will you be wanting to make changes here - staff transfers? shake up the client base? things like that?"

I was trying valiantly to steer my mind out of the gutter, and away from those mesmerising eyes of his.

I could something within her beginning to shatter. I liked it.

"No, I think things are fine... I may examine some policies later." As Amanda sat down, I could see her body feeling something that she wanted to let out, desired to show me. At least she could control herself, I thought. Maybe...

I smiled again. "Everything okay, Amanda? You seem like something's wrong..."

I was horrified at the thought that I might have given myself away!

"No, thank you, everything is fine!"

I arranged my legs, knees pressed together, to ensure that my skirt did not travel further up my thighs.

I took out my note book, and began to fiddle with my pen.

"Why dont you tell me of your routine, so that I can make sure I have things the way you like them. Tell me if there is anything out of the ordinary that your require, so that I can prepare properly. What is your schedule like? Will you require me at weekends... not that that is a problem," I hastened to add, in case it sounded as though I was complaining. "I am available to your 24 hours a day, seven days a week!"

At the mention of her availability, I chuckled. "I might need you for every single hour, the way things are going..."

Sitting down, I clasped my hands together. "Well, I wake up at six every morning, have breakfast, get ready for work, leave for work around quarter to eight to beat the traffic, have a lunch break between eleven and one, depending on meetings and other things... I hit the gym every Saturday morning, swim during the afternoon and then Sunday is relaxation day, in a sense..."

As I finished up, I looked Amanda up and down. "Do you need the details of what I do at night as well?" I smiled jokingly.

I was embarrassed, and I reddened at his question, despite the fact that I would very much like to know what he did at night!

I bit my lip and took notes.

"So, what time do you need me here each morning,and what should my first duty be"

I turned suddenly crimson, as a sudden image of me, kneeling under his desk giving him a morning blow job suddenly filled my mind.

I coughed, and got up to get a drink of water, needing the space.

I was going to a club later, and I would need to make sure I got off, as I seemed to have little control around Patrick, and I hoped that a massive orgasm or two would help.

I knew she shattered. All I had to do was prod.

Slowly, I stood up and walked over to Amanda. I gently placed my hands on her hips. "Hey, you don't have to keep going if you're feeling unwell... or are you feeling something completely different to what I'm thinking?" I smiled softly. In my last position in the company, I learned how to read people's body language to use appropriate suggestions to please the side of the person I was seeing. With Amanda, she was aroused. All I could do was oblige her. She was willing to serve, I might as well reward.

I kissed her neck softly.

I felt Patrick's hands on my hips, as I stood before the window and gazed out, and it was as though everything fell into place. My posture changed, and I leaned back into him, pressing my ass against the bulge in his well tailored pants.

My heart was hammering, and I was sure it could be heard. This was it, the moment, where I would either be fired, or I would get what I wanted.

I had been trained by his predecesor, to meet his every need - his EVERY need, and while I had been totally shocked at the time, I had come to love being his sex slave, his toy, available at all times.

Try as I might, I didn't seem to be able to roll back from that, and now there was Patrick, thirty years younger, fit and handsome, and he made me cream my panties when I looked at him, and I wanted nothing more than for him to order me to my knees to serve him.

When I felt her collapse against me, her body submitting to my will, I felt a surge of dominance. She was not just my assistant, she was *mine*. I could with her as I pleased, from making her pleasure me under the desk to full-blown, hardcore sex on the roof. She would do anything for me, anything, and all I had to do was say so.

As she rubbed her ass against my crotch, my erection got harder. I chuckled before trailing one hand up to cup her large breast, the other to rub between her legs. "You want to examine your boss' cock, sweetie?" I purred into her ear.

We were still in front of the long window, and there was a possibility of being seen from some of the other high rise buildings, but I didn't care.

As I ground my ass against him, I felt his hot fingers popping the button on my suit jacket, cupping my tit. His other hand hand snaked under the hem of my skirt, and it was trailing upward, bringing the skirt with it.

It was tight, but as he lifted it over my butt, I spread my legs a little, and gasped as his fingers found my bare pussy.

Above my thigh highs, I was naked, no panties to sheild me. My previous boss had not liked them, and liked for me to be ready at all times for him, so I had broken the habit.

His hot breath whispered in my ear.

"You want to examine your boss' cock, sweetie?"

"oh yes, please!"

I was rocking my hips now, grazing my throbbing clit on his finger, moaning with desire.

The smile on my face grew wider as I drew small circles on her clit, loving the sensation of her naked gyrating hips against me. Slowly, I moved her away from the window then gently pressed down on her shoulders, bringing her to her knees. As I looked down on that beautiful face, those million thoughts returned. "I think you may like me way more than our old boss..." I said with a grin.

My hands fumbled with my belt and, within mere seconds, it was undone with my suit pants and on the floor with my boxers. My cock throbbed in the air-conditioned air right above Amanda's face, the eight inches, pulsing with delight. I chuckled in amusement. "He's bigger than ever..."

Kneeling, and looking intently as Patrick shed his pants and boxers, I licked my lips in anticipation. My skirt was still around my hips, and the cool air is stimulating my wet clit.

When finally he stops in front of my, I reach out, my tongue snaking out, and licking a little drop of precum from his cockhead, and I moan. Then, I take his balls in my hand, and lovingly kiss each in turn, before I lick the length of his shaft.

Finally, I open wide, and take his cock into my mouth, sucking him deep. I wonder how this dynamic will play out. Our old boss used to like to take what he wanted, when he wanted. I assumed that if Patrick wanted to plunge into the depths of my throat, to gag me, that he would do so. In the meantime, I suckled him, my tongue massaging him, as I burned with desire.

I moaned, loving the pleasure Amanda was giving to me. Gently, I took hold of her head and began to thrust slowly, letting her taste my long, hard cock without taking it too deep. "Mmmm.... I suppose you like it when you're treated roughly, right?" I asked, smiling lustfully at her. I stroked her cheek, my hips working faster now.

I had never experienced a talented mouth like this before, the pleasure amazing and leaving me wanting more. "Holy fuck... aah... Amanda..." I moaned to her. I couldn't just let her feel used.

As he thrust, I sucked him, taking more and more, feeling better than I had in a long time.

I was watching him as I worked his shaft, adjusting my technique as required. I hadn't felt so... so fulfilled in a long time.

There was no time when I was happier than when I was serving my master. My eyes conveyed my enjoyment, and his moans and grunts were giving me just what I wanted, and I hoped that if I pleased him completely, he might in turn, allow me to cum.

My clit, throbbing in the cool air, felt huge, and I wanted to slip a hand between my thighs, and tease myself , before I would pinch my clit, and cum!

The picture was amazing. Amanda, on her knees, her hair a tattered mess under my hands, her eyes filled with joyous lust, her soft lips wrapped around my shaft... it was becoming too much.

I sat down on the floor, panting heavily and leaning back. My cock slipped from her lovely mouth, strings of saliva keeping us joined. I smiled happily at her, my face red. "N-nn... c'mon, sweetie... use that body to pleasure my cock..." I said with a purr, my cock twitching even harder tha ever.

God, thank you for helping me get this job...

"N-nn... c'mon, sweetie... use that body to pleasure my cock..."

His words galvanised me, and I came to my knees, and climbed up along his body, until I reached his cock. It was rock hard, and dripping with my saliva, and I grasped it firmly, as I positioned myself, and then lowered onto him.

I gasped, and bounced a little, taking progressively more of him with each downward thrust, until finally I sat across his thighs, with his thick shaft buried deep within me.

I put my hands on his chest, and rose up, and began to ride him, rolling my hips as I did so. My skirt was around my waist, my pussy was stretched obscenely around his shaft, and I watched our reflection in the glass of the window as I bounced on him, moaning loudly.

My body shuddered and I entered a state of pure lust and ecstacy as my cock was slowly enveloped inside Amanda's pussy.

Her hip movements were amazing, the tightness of her insides driving me wild. My hands grasped her ass, massaging the cheeks hungrily before forcing her faster up and down my shaft. I moaned hard, biting my lip. "So good... so fucking sexy..." I growled, before moving my hands to her bouncing breasts. I grabbed a handful of her clothing and just pulled, opening her blouse and dragging her bra down, releasing those beautiful mounds. I stared at them for a moment before bringing my mouth to one of her nipples, sucking delightfully at the hardened bud.

I wanted to fuck this woman everyday, forever even. I knew that wish could come true. I would see to it.

I was moving faster now, and I reached back, and braced my hands on Patrick's thighs, arching my back, as I rolled my hips, fucking him with abandon.

My tits were bouncing wildly, and I moaned loudly, letting him know how much I was enjoying my new duties!!

When he sat up, and took my nipple in his hot, wet mouth, I screamed, and came, my pussy clenching hard on him, as I creamed all over his thick cock!!

"yes!! oh god yes!! Fuck me!! Fuck me so hard!!"

Her screams of want that followed her orgasm made me smile hungrily. "If that's what you want..."

I stood up, holding her by the ass and taking her to the pillar that connected the windows. Pressing her back against the cool steel, I growled and began to thrust my hips hard, each powerful thrust slamming my huge dick into her g-spot. I looked into her eyes, moaning hard. "Fuck! Ughh! You're so fucking amazing, my dear slut..." I said, grinning as I began to thrust harder, the sight of her almost naked body jolting and squirming in my arms and those huge tits bouncing urgently with every movement making my dick harder than ever.

"Your pussy is mine now, got it?! Aaaaah! Mine to fuck whenever I want!"

"You're so fucking amazing, my dear slut..."

His calling me a slut didn't bother me in the slightest - in fact, it excited me, and I felt my body grip him tightly, sucking him deeper into me.

I was pressed against the cold steel which separated the huge floor to ceiling windows in the executive suite. I reached up, grabbing a cross support, and I wrapped my hands tight around it, partially supporting my weight, as my legs wrapped around my bosses waist.

The action of my arms being stretched above my head lifted my tits even more, and the bounced, unsupported as he drove his shaft into me, all but nailing me to the wall!

"Your pussy is mine now, got it?! Aaaaah! Mine to fuck whenever I want!"

I looked at him and nodded.

"Yes, my pussy belongs to you, to do with as you see fit! I'm yours, to entertain you, and to provide for your needs!"

Moaning happily, I continued to thrust, my whole length pounding your greedy hole. "Aaaah! Fuck, I'm going... going to fucking cum... so fucking CLOOOOOOOSE!" I was so close to erupting inside of her, she felt so goo-

The intercom beep. "Mr Evans, I hate to interrupt your meeting with Miss Smithers, but Roger is here to see you. Apparently, he forgot something."

The call had shocked me, forcing me to hilt suddenly inside Amanda. "Fucking hell, Rog.." I growled, before looking at you and chuckling. "Not yet, sweetie, Roger is coming..." Slowly, I pulled out and placed her down, biting my lip. "Fuck, you're amazing..."

I had been so close, so fucking close to a second, and this time, mindblowing orgasm, that it took me a moment to realise that Patrick was indeed pulling out, not simply repositioning himself.l

I slid to the ground, stunned, and then reality penetrated, and I began to hastily straighten my clothing.

My once-was-neat hair, was lose and down around my waist, and i was still tugging the hem of my skirt over the tops of my stocking, my lips were swollen, and although I had refastened my suit jacket, I hadn't had time to re-arrange my camisole top, so I was showing an inordinate amount of cleavage.

I turned toward Patrick, wondering if I was to be dismissed, or whether I was to stay, and, at that moment, the door handle of the office began to move downward, and panicked, I dove under Patrick's desk. Why I did it, I dont know, but I was here now, and I had to remain until Roger left the room. I thought the smell of sex hung heavy in the air, but perhaps that my proximity to my own pussy, as I crouched under the desk, trying to stay still.

As we got dressed, I knew Amanda was disappointed. I made a note to repay her.

The click of the door handle chimed through the room and I followed my assistant as she dove for my desk. Once she was under, I took my seat, moving forward and adjusting my tie. As Rog stepped in, I pretended to be startled. "Whoa! Rog! Knock first, would ya...?" He looked at me, confused. "Sorry, sir, there's just one final thing I forgot. Miss Smithers will inform you of a special benefit you will recieve soon."

He checked his watch and frowned. "She's running late, isn't she?" I shrugged, really wishing he would leave so I could get back to the business I had under the table.