Always His
Like a lot of girls, women, I went off to college with silly dreams and came out with sillier ideals. I went to work at mega corp along with many of my college friends. I was assigned to a department within the corporate group, with mostly women. Early on Mr. Big Shot took a liking to me.
The older women told me he 'fucked his girls' over his desk, so always be prepared, make sure I had on clean panties and if I was on my period to wear hard to get into dark pants. If I was in my free days and ovulating I should wear an easy dress or skirt for him to reach under and pull my panties down and fuck me over his desk. Once he fucked me over his desk I became one of 'his girls' and he would take care of me. Whatever I did, not to get on his bad side. He liked 'his girls' young and receptive.
If we had department meetings the other women always sat so that I sat beside him. They talked me up to him and told him I wanted to 'grow up' and know a real man. They shoved me into his arms and coached me. Being one of 'his girls' was as important to them as it was to me. One day, it was just another day, and I was in his office while he signed papers. I had to sit there while he reviewed and signed in case he had questions. I was always nervous and when he looked up at me I got more nervous. When he told me to hold my shoulders back I was so embarrassed I almost cried. Never mind that he never said what I was thinking. Every time I went into his office I expected to end up over his desk.
Then that day he said he was hungry and he was going over to the cafeteria and wanted to know if I wanted to go with him. We walked out of his office together and out of the building together and everyone noticed. He walked me across the street holding my elbow. At the cafeteria he tucked me under him down the line telling me I could get whatever I wanted, it was his treat to have me with him. We sat in one non descript table where anyone interested could see us. While we ate he asked me a thousand questions about growing up. I confessed to not dating because the boys in my school were nerds and I didn't like them. In college I went out a couple of times but nothing ever happened. So there I was with him, still a virgin.
He told me it was alright to be a virgin, especially for a girl. Sex for sex was overrated. I blurted out without thinking that I didn't want to end up over a desk like some girls. He looked deep into my eyes I thought my heart stopped. No one is ever going to treat you that way. If anyone ever tried something like that I was to go to him immediately and he would put an end to it. That's when I became his pet. I had never been a pet before and I craved his attention. I feared his disapproval and longed for his touch. It wasn't enough for him to talk to me, if he didn't hold my hand or touch my face I felt hurt and unwanted. If he caressed my face and told me I was pretty I just about peed in my pants. I won't lie but at that time I just wanted him to kiss me, kiss me (read fuck me) until all I wanted to do was cook him dinner. But he was married.
I did end up under him, but it was at night in my bed and he made my heart stop. He told me that making love with me was a g*ft from the heavens. A man like him didn't deserve me. I was caught off guard and I was embarrassed when he took my top off and caressed me, when he pulled my panties off kissed me, right there where I played with myself. Penetration, was on my back with my legs around him. It wasn't over a desk like I had been told it would be. I don't remember that he finished in me, my mind wasn't on that, but he did and when I missed my period he told me not to worry, girls like me made good mothers.
In the end his wife decided that she had more to lose by divorcing him than incorporating his new son into their home with the other children. She's the one that called me his 'pet' and made comments about me waiting for him wagging my tail and yelping at the door. I couldn't help it, I didn't believe I acted like that, but I was his 'pet' anyway. On more than one occasion when it was impossible for her to hide me she introduced me as his 'girl Friday', always available.
I learned to cook from her, so I would cook what he was used to. And never have a man stay over and not feed him. I was his pet at work and the other women said they always knew it. His wife told me that they lived vicariously, because he never touched them. They made up the story about his 'girls'. His girls were his daughters, and probably me too. She was his wife and that's the way she wanted it. I turned 23 and when he held my chin with his fingers and looked into my eyes I could 'feel' it in my panties. I still do. I'm just not a puppy anymore.
