But she already knew that.

"Oh, you have such a nice big hard-on, Mister Tremayne! It must be just awful for a girl to work for a boss who has a teeny-weenie little cock!"

She smiled and snuggled. She batted her eyes and licked her lips. His prick got bigger and bigger, threatening to dislodge her from his lap, prying like a lever at her pelvis.

"I do so love big cocks," she said.

Carl began to realize that his secretary might be gifted in ways that did not involve paperwork… that those fingers, clumsy on a keyboard, might be skilled when wrapped around a cock… that although she could not file, she might allow him to file his prick in her hairy cabinet… that her talents might be more in the way of dick-tation.

"Miss Jenson?"

"Yes, boss?"

"Would you object if I were to fuck you?"

The girl looked surprised.

"Well, of course not," she said. "Isn't that what secretaries are for?"

Carl realized, then, that Cathy had made a mistake in seeking employment. She knew nothing about secretarial work except what she had seen in the movies and on television. It was, he had to admit, an understandable assumption.

"That, my dear, is precisely what a secretary is for," he told her.

Then he fucked her to a frazzle.

And Cathy had been most efficient and was delighted to find that the work suited her and that she would no longer have to feel useless around the office.

CHAPTER FIVE

Carl had been fucking Cathy two or three times a week, since that initial encounter, and he was very, very glad that he had such a talented secretary today, since he had not fucked his wife and was in desperate need of having his balls emptied. His cock had got hard as a bone while he was driving to the office. He'd had to carry his briefcase in front of his crotch as he walked in and took the elevator up. But, once in his office, he put the briefcase down and Cathy, chewing gum loudly and reading a True Confessions magazine, gave his cock-bulge a look and a big smile.