Train your secretary
From Torg Adventure
"Bethany, close the door behind you and close the blinds."
Your new secretary cheerfully does as you ask. You think about all the things you want to do to this girl, then decide not to make them instant changes. Instead you give her a mental command to accept anything you say or do.
"Okay, time for some training." Bethany grabs a notepad and a pen from your desk. "First off, your clothes are incredibly unprofessional. A proper secretary shows way more skin."
The leggy blond writes furiously. "More... skin... got it!"
You settle into a big, leather chair behind a huge desk. "And cut your boyfriend off from sex. I don't want you distracted by stuff outside the office. But don't tell him why you're cutting him off, Bill needs a little mystery in his life."
"Focus more... refuse Bill... check!"
You unzip your pants and pull out your dick. "In fact, don't even fantasize about Bill. All your focus need to be on your boss. So tonight I want you to spend at least an hour fingering yourself as you fantasize about me."
"Um," says Bethany, "Any particular fantasy?"
You stroke your cock and consider. "Nah, just make sure I'm always dominant. And call me sir."
"Yes sir."
"Okay, now bring that notepad over here and suck me off."
Bethany gets on her knees in front of you. She takes your cock in her mouth and slides it down her throat easily. Unexpected talent! You slide your hands into her hair and gently guide her bobbing head. You lean forward for a sec to make sure she's still holding her notepad.
"That should be enough training for now, I'll let you know if I think of anything else." She says something, but it's muffled by your cock. "Right now we need to get started on the company's new project. I need you to get cheerleader outfits, nurse outfits, French maid outfits, and anything else that seems good. A few dozen of each."
Bethany makes more muffled noises. The vibrations feel really good on your cock. You lean forward again and watch her writing notes. "Bethany, you're going to have to work on writing when you can't see your hands. Just because your face is buried in my crotch is no excuse for sloppy handwriting."
Bethany makes a long string of apologetic sounding noises. Your eyes go out of focus at the sensations on your cock. She's also starting to squeeze her throat tighter, increasing the pressure. If you hadn't spent yourself on those Hooters girls recently you never would have held out this long. Suddenly you're glad you remembered Hooters.
"Bethany, we're going to need a lot of new employees for this new project. After we're done here I want you to go to this nice little restaurant I found across the street. Set up interviews with every waitress from every shift. It may take me a few days, but I'm determined to make a thorough examination of all of them and find... the best... candidates..."
You hear furious scribbling, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters but the incredible suction that Bethany is putting on the head of your cock. The tip of her tongue flicks over the end of your penis as she sucks, making you arch your back from the pleasure. You cum in her mouth and she sucks it down enthusiastically.
Someone knocks on the door.
Who is it?
