She Makes the Rules - Part 12

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“Can I help you?” the cheerful receptionist asked as Paul approached the desk.

“Yeah, I’m here to see Hannah,” Paul replied.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked.

“No, actually, I’m her husband,” he said. “She asked me to come by for lunch.”

The receptionist looked Paul up and down and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was silently wondering why a woman like Hannah – a beautiful, powerful woman who’d recently taken charge of a healthy portion of the office – was with a man like him.

“Let me just give her a quick buzz,” the receptionist said. She picked up the phone on her desk, punched a few buttons, and offered a quick smile as she waited for Hannah to answer. “Hannah, hey, your husband is here. He says you asked him to come by for lunch.” The receptionist nodded, flashed a quick smile that struck Paul as just a little bit odd, and then hung up and said, “You can go see her now. She’s in the corner office on the left.”

Paul nodded and headed towards the roomy-looking corner office. The blinds were shut but the door was open and Paul walked in to see Hannah sitting behind a rather large desk with a smile on her face. She looked spectacular in a white satin blouse, and when she stood to greet him Paul couldn’t help but admire how tightly her skirt clung to her hips.

“Shut the door,” Hannah said as she came over. Paul did as requested and she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before pulling him into a tight hug.

“How’s your first day as the boss?” Paul asked as Hannah stepped back.

“Spectacular,” she said. “I already fired two people.”

Paul’s eyes went wide. “Really? Isn’t that going to make people nervous about working for you?”

“I don’t give a shit about that,” she replied. “They should be nervous if they’re incompetent, because I won’t have incompetent people working for me. The two guys I fired were particularly useless. They put all their energy into playing office politics and almost no energy into doing actual work. They managed to survive for years because no one above them saw past their relentless ass kissing and their shocking lack of work. I saw it, though, and now they’re gone.”

“I’ve never fired someone,” Paul said.

Hannah smiled and reached up to caress his face. “Paul, honey, you’ve never been in charge of anyone. You’re not the kind of man that gets promoted to a leadership position though, are you? You’re the kind of man that spends his career on the lower rungs, aren’t you? People get promoted over you and you just go about your business, working in the trenches and hoping that you never have to take on much responsibility, because that kind of thing just wouldn’t work for you, would it?”

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t,” Paul replied. As humiliating as it was, Hannah was right. Paul had no interest in a leadership position at work. He hated the idea of playing the games that went along with that level of responsibility.

“Can I tell you something?” Hannah said. “I loved firing those two assholes. I loved the anger on their faces when I informed them that they were no longer needed. I loved how they couldn’t help but yell at me in the vain hope that it would convince me to reverse my decision. Hearing their empty threats and seeing their impotent rage got me all worked up, Paul.”

“Wait…do you mean, turned on?” Paul asked.

Hannah smiled and nodded. “I’ve never had that kind of power in a professional environment. I’ve never been able to make someone pay for being fucking useless at their job. I’ve never been able to look a useless person in the eye and tell them they’re fired. It was intoxicating.”

Paul marveled at the delight on his wife’s face and at what seemed to be her total transformation. It had begun in the bedroom and quickly blossomed to the rest of their marriage, but now she’d transformed her working self, too, and it already seemed to be paying valuable dividends.

“Unzip my skirt,” Hannah said.

“What?” Paul asked.

“Paul, darling, I make the rules. Even if you’re confused by my demands, don’t question me. Just do as you’re told. Now unzip my skirt,” Hannah reiterated.

Paul pushed his nervousness aside – it seemed like someone could walk in at any moment and he didn’t want his wife getting fired for being half-naked in the office – and stepped behind Hannah to unzip her skirt.

“Now take off my skirt, fold it neatly, and place it over the back of the chair on the other side of my desk,” she instructed.

Paul did as his wife desired and he watched her move to the comfy leather chair behind her desk and sit.

“It’s no secret that men in positions of power have long taken advantage of certain perks that come with that status,” Hannah said. “They’ve taken advantage of eager secretaries and beautiful coworkers seeking to climb the corporate ladder by trading access to their bodies. I won’t be doing that, of course, but I understand the appeal. There’s something utterly irresistible about indulging in the perks that come with the power I now possess. So why don’t you come over get and get on your knees in front of me, Paul?”

Paul moved around his wife’s desk and dropped to his knees in front of her. She smiled and said, “You never look better than when you’re on your knees in front of me. You always look so eager to please me. Are you eager to please me, Paul?”

“Yes, Hannah,” he replied.

“Then eat my pussy,” she demanded.

Paul pulled his wife’s lace panties aside and worshiped her pussy as instructed. She was already soaked with desire and his tongue slipped inside her with ease. He soaked up her juices before turning his attention to Hannah’s clit and gently massaging it as she’d taught him to.

“See, this is what it’s all about,” Hannah said as she put a hand on the back of his head. “I’m the boss now. I’m in control of you. I’m in control of the men and women that work in this office. And if I want my pussy eaten, I should be able to have someone in my office and on their knees in a matter of moments. I should be able to cum all over someone’s pretty face if it’s what I desire. Wouldn’t you agree, Paul?”

“Yes,” he said before returning to her clit.

“You know what else I should be able to do?” Hannah asked. “I should be able to bend someone over my desk and fuck them if it’s what I want. I should be able to slide my big cock into a submissive little bitch and fuck them hard and fast until I cum.”

Hannah pushed her chair back and stood up. Paul stared up at his leggy wife and asked, “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Stand up, pull your pants down, and bend over my desk,” Hannah instructed.

Paul stood, quickly pushed his pants down to his ankles, and bent over her desk. He looked over to see Hannah open one of her desk drawers and pull out a strapless strap-on dildo. One end featured a lifelike cock and the other a vertical, smooth cylinder that Hannah slipped into her pussy. In an instant she had what looked like a real cock and she had it without having to wear a complicated harness.

“What do you think of my strapless cock?” she asked.

“It’s…it’s beautiful,” Paul answered.

Hannah reached down and wrapped her fingers around the lifelike rubber cock. She stroked it and Paul watched the other end move in and out of her pussy, putting a smile on Hannah’s face while offering what he assumed was a touch of clitoral stimulation.

“It vibrates, too, just in case I want a little extra pleasure while I’m fucking my submissive little slut,” Hannah said.

Paul was mesmerized by the sight of his wife’s hand moving over the rubber cock, to the point that he barely noticed when she reached out and pulled his underwear down, exposing his ass and putting him one step closer to getting fucked in her office.

Hannah picked up the phone on her desk, pushed a button, and a moment later said, “Stephanie, could you come in here?”

“Wait, Hannah, what are you doing?” Paul asked as his wife hung up the phone.

“Stephanie is the lovely young woman you talked to just a few minutes ago,” Hannah said as she stepped behind Paul and spread his ass cheeks. “Last week she explained that she looks up to me, that she sees me as a role model of sorts and I decided to take her under my wing. We’ve been out to lunch a handful of times already and I shared the story of how I came into my power.”

Paul heard Hannah spit and felt it hit his ass a moment later. She rubbed her fingers over his asshole and he asked, “So she knows…she knows…”

“She knows everything, Paul,” Hannah explained. “She knows what kind of man you are. She knows that I’ve taken charge of our marriage. She knows that I make the rules and that you submit. Most importantly, she knows that making that change completely changed my life and resulted in me taking over this office.”

The door opened and the receptionist Paul had talked to stepped into Hannah’s office. She looked at him and smiled before shutting the door and approaching.

“Wow,” Stephanie said as her eyes wandered over the sight in front of her. “You did exactly as you said you’d do. This is…it’s incredible, Hannah.”

“I told her I’d have you bent over my desk and ready to take my cock in less than five minutes,” Hannah said as she rubbed the tip of her cock over Paul’s ass. “She wasn’t sure I could do it. She’s never met a man so willing to obey a woman’s rules.”

Paul looked up to see genuine wonder in Stephanie’s eyes as Hannah gently penetrated him with the tip of her cock. He groaned – no matter how many times he’d taken it in the ass, it still hurt a little – and a look of lust crossed Stephanie’s face.

“He does as he’s told,” Hannah said while slowly filling Paul’s ass with her strapless cock. “He almost never argues, and when he does I gently remind him that I make the rules. Every once in a while he gets a bit headstrong, but it never takes much more than a good ass fucking to get him back in line. Plus, he spends most of his time in chastity and he knows that if he misbehaves he won’t be having an orgasm anytime soon.”

Paul gripped the edge of Hannah’s desk as she pulled out and pushed her cock back inside him. He felt the softness of her satin blouse against his lower back and when her thighs pressed against his ass a surprising sense of satisfaction washed over him.

“It looks like he’s enjoying it,” Stephanie said.

“He should be,” Hannah replied. “Anal sex doesn’t have to be a punishment for a man. Even when Paul enjoys getting fucked it can be a corrective. It’s hard to argue that you should be the one in charge of a relationship if you thoroughly enjoy being bent over and fucked in the ass by your wife’s big cock, isn’t it?”

A giddy smile crossed Stephanie’s face as she watched Hannah fuck Paul with slow, deep strokes. Her new cock hit his prostate every time it filled him and he couldn’t help but find the experience blissful.

“Why don’t you sit, Stephanie,” Hannah suggested. “You can even masturbate if you’d like.”

Stephanie sat in one of the chairs on the other side of Hannah’s desk and said, “Oh, I don’t know if I could do that. That seems…I don’t know, that seems strange.”

Hannah grabbed Paul’s hips, pulled out, and slammed her cock back into him. He grunted as pain mixed with pleasure and he saw Stephanie bite her lower lip in a surefire sign of excitement. “You can do as you desire,” Hannah said. “I’m merely giving you permission to pursue your pleasure if you’d like. I can see that you find it exciting to watch me fuck my husband and I see no reason that you should let this moment pass without pursuing an orgasm. I certainly plan on cumming as I fuck him.”

“Really?” Stephanie asked. “You can…you can climax like this?”

“This toy is a wondrous thing, Stephanie. The other end of it slides into my pussy and it offers pleasure for both my clit and my g-spot as I fuck Paul. Not only am I going to cum, I’m going to have a great orgasm,” Hannah said. “Even better, Paul’s going to find it deeply fulfilling to provide me with that orgasm by bending over my desk and offering me his ass like a good little slut.”

Stephanie’s legs parted and she reached down to rub her thigh, almost like she couldn’t control where her fingers traveled in the name of pursuing her pleasure.

Hannah dug her fingers into Paul’s hips and fucked him harder and faster. “You can find a man like Paul,” she said. “More men are like him than you might imagine, in fact. They want a strong woman to guide them. They want to be led. They want to be guided. They want to be locked in chastity and fucked in the ass. They even want to be cuckolded.”

Stephanie spread her legs wider and her skirt rode up, revealing a pair of simple white cotton panties. Her fingers pressed against the soft material and she rubbed her clit as a quiet moan escaped her lips.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Hannah asked. “Isn’t it freeing to pleasure yourself while you watch me fuck my submissive husband like the anal slut I’ve turned him into?”

Stephanie nodded vigorously and pushed a hand into her panties. Her fingers moved rapidly inside the white cotton and she bit her lower lip hard, presumably to stop herself from moaning so loudly that Hannah’s subordinates would hear.

“Paul deserves a reward for being a good slut for me,” Hannah said. “All good submissives need to be rewarded. I want you to reward him, Stephanie. Put your fingers deep in your pussy and then let him suck them clean. Let him taste your juices. Let him taste your desire and see how much he enjoys it.”

Stephanie buried her fingers in her pussy for a few moments and then pulled them from her panties. She inched her chair closer and leaned forward before extending her hand. Paul opened his mouth and Stephanie hesitated with her fingers hovering achingly close to his lips.

“Go ahead,” Hannah said. “Put your fingers in his mouth. In fact, fuck his face with them. Let him taste your juices while you pound his mouth like I’m pounding his ass.”

Stephanie smiled and pushed her fingers into Paul’s mouth. He closed his lips around them and sucked her sweet juices from the slippery flesh. Stephanie slowly moved her fingers in and out of his mouth, fucking his face just like Hannah had demanded.

“How does it feel?” Hannah asked.

“I feel powerful,” Stephanie said.

Hannah moaned and fucked Paul harder. She was thrusting with such speed that his asshole started to feel a little sore, but Paul knew his job was to take it without complaint. “You are powerful, Stephanie. You’re a woman, and every woman is imbued with an inherent power that men can’t resist. It’s all a matter of harnessing that power. That’s what I’ve done since I started making the rules in my marriage. Now I make the rules at my job, too. Now I embody that power that every woman possesses. Now I’m living the life I crave.”

Hannah buried her cock in Paul’s ass and climaxed. She dug her fingernails into his lower back and he felt her body trembling as her hips and thighs pressed against him.

“Thank you for being a good slut,” Hannah said as she slowly pulled out. “Now I’d like you to offer Stephanie the pleasure of your tongue if she’s interested.”

“I am,” Stephanie replied. “I am.”

Paul stood and moved to the other side of Hannah’s desk. Stephanie glanced at his caged cock and smiled as he fell to his knees in front of her.

“Guide him, Stephanie,” Hannah said. “Take a handful of his hair and guide him between your legs. You’re not a passive participant in this. Remember, you’re in charge of him. He’s a toy for your pleasure.”

Stephanie grabbed a handful of Paul’s hair and pulled him between her legs. She moved her panties aside and guided him to her pussy so he could put his tongue to work. Paul did so without hesitation and Stephanie moaned joyfully.

“I’ve decided you’re going to change jobs, Paul,” Hannah said. “I need a new assistant and I’d like someone that I can take advantage of, sexually speaking. It’s far too risky to hire someone else for that task, so I’m going to hire you. You’ll work at that empty desk you saw outside my office and you’ll act as both my assistant and my good little slut that I can use whenever I’m in the mood for an orgasm.”

Stephanie’s thighs began to tremble as Paul worked her clit while his wife informed him of a truly massive change to his life. He knew better than to argue, particularly when he was on the verge of giving someone an orgasm.

“Oh my god,” Stephanie said. “Oh my god, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

She grabbed Paul’s hair tight enough for it to hurt as her climax arrived. She pulled him closer, smothering his face with her pussy and spreading her slick juices all over his cheeks and chin. The orgasm seemed exquisite, though, and it filled Paul with a sense of pride at having given someone other than his wife a climax.

“Thank you for letting me make you cum,” Paul said as he looked up at the pretty young woman he’d just worshiped.

Stephanie laughed. “It was my pleasure.”

“It won’t be the last time you service Stephanie,” Hannah chimed in. “She’s requested that I mentor her in the art of taking charge and you’re going to help.”

Paul looked back at his wife and smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”

“I know,” Hannah replied. “And you’ll be rewarded for being good for me. Handsomely rewarded, in fact. Now I need you to fill out some paperwork before you can be hired as my assistant, so let’s get to it. I want you to start tomorrow.”

Paul was surprised at his lack of resistance to Hannah’s desire to make him her assistant and extend her control over him. As odd as it was, he liked the idea of her rules covering every aspect of his life, for he really was happier when Hannah made the rules.