Caught In The act (Part 3 – The Task)

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Caught In The act (Part 3 – The Task)My Name is Jimmy, and I’m an idiot. A couple of weeks ago, I was caught by my arsehole of a boss Peter, wanking over the chair of his incredibly sexy secretary in his office, after everyone else had gone home for the weekend. In order to keep this quiet – and no doubt keep my job, he had made me wank him off there and then. This was shocking, but so too was the curious, excited feeling I got when doing it. I had even taken his surprisingly large cock into my mouth and sucked him off, without being told to do so.Nothing has been mentioned since then and Peter has been his usual bad tempered self. I’d even been able to push the mixture of shame and curiosity to the back of my mind, while I went on with my mundane life. That was until the other day, when I was summoned to Peter’s office, late in the afternoon. I climbed the stairs to the management suite with a sense of dread, wondering what the hell he was going ask of me. That night, he had mentioned that the blowjob might not be enough to keep his silence and he might have further tasks for me.My mind was a mess as I stepped into the office and walked over to Julie’s desk. She stopped typing and looked up at me, with a curious look of concern flashing across her perfect face. I took in her silky black hair, porcelain like skin and the deep wells of her gorgeous green eyes. She wore a plain and simple white bra to support her small but perfectly pert tits and this could clearly be seen through the thin, gossamer like material of her blouse. I imagined her beautifully rounded bottom sitting on the slightly stained seat, which was still stained from the cum that I had been unable to remove before she had come back to work. I wondered just how disgusted she would be with me. She brushed an errant strand of hair from her face and said “Peter has asked me to send you straight in. Please close the door after you.” She smiled again at me, almost sympathetically, then returned to her typing, red nails a blur across her keyboard.I mumbled a thanks and entered Peter’s office, closing the door behind me as asked. The smell of cigar smoke filled the air and was mixed with the faint odour of sweat. Peter sat behind his over-sized dark wood desk, his ostentatious leather chair barely able to contain his bulk. I went to take a seat, but was stopped in my tracks when he shouted “You’ll sit only when told to do so, boy!” a look of contempt flashed across his flabby face.”Sorry Peter. güvenilir bahis siteleri Of course. You wanted to see me about something?” I said, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice, feeling the rising sense of trepidation as I stood directly in front of his desk, like a naughty schoolboy.Peter took a half-smoked cigar from an ashtray and raised it to his mouth. After lighting it and taking a mouth full of its smoke, he exhaled directly into my face before saying “Now Jimmy, as I recall from the other night, I mentioned I may have further tasks for you, if you wish to keep your little misdemeanour a secret. As you may be aware, Julie has helped me with my parties on the odd occasion, but for my next one she will not be available. Therefore, I will need you to take her place this coming Saturday at my home, 7:30 on the dot. Julie will give you the address on your way out. Do not be late Jimmy, I have some very important guests coming this weekend.”With that, he waved me away and returned to his work.I let myself out of his office and went over to Julie once more. She stopped working and wrote Peter’s address on a piece of paper. As she handed it to me, the concerned expression returned to her face. “You know you don’t have to go there Jimmy” she said, as she passed me the address. Then “Or at least leave when you want”. I took the paper and replied “Thanks Julie, I’ll be fine” but with little conviction.So Saturday night had arrived and as I drove out to Peter’s house in the countryside just out of town, I reflected on Julie’s comments. She had started waitressing for Peter at his little parties he threw now again, in order to make some extra money after her boyfriend Nick had got into debt, gambling and drinking with his mates and their shady associates. Peter had various business friends that he invited over for poker, a film and according to Julie, a lot of whisky. She would never go into too much detail about his parties, saying she just served the drinks and left them to it.I hoped my evening would be as uneventful as that, as I turned into Peter’s drive. He had inherited the house from his wealthy parents and even in the gloom of an early autumn evening, it looked quite impressive. It stood in a clearing in the trees at the end of the winding driveway, a large white walled Georgian style building, with a large adjoining garage. The only light coming from the house was from the large lanterns attached either side of the imposing perabet front door.I drove up to the house and parked my car next to the row of 5 executive saloons that were already there. I checked my watch. 7:27. Taking a deep breath, I climbed out of my car and made my way across the shingle drive to the porch. As my feet crunched on the stones I heard the trees gently rustle in the light wind that swirled around the massive house. I climbed the steps and rang the door bell. 7:29.The door swung inwards and Peter stood there, dressed in a smart black suit, white shirt (straining at his belly) and black bow tie. He ushered me in and steered me to a room just off the black and white tiled entrance hall. Switching on the light and closing the door behind him, he gestured for me to take a seat. I did as instructed, sitting on the end of a deeply cushioned sofa. Peter opened a drinks cabinet and poured two drinks, passing a beautiful tumbler to me. It was almost full of Scotch Whisky, which is not my favourite drink. However, feeling slightly intimidated by the whole situation, I took a very large gulp and felt the 25 year old malt burn my stomach, then experienced a burst of the peaty flavour in my mouth. The warmth it filled me with eased my nerves and I sat a little further into the sofa’s welcoming cushioning. Peter sat down on the sofa next to me. His bulk pressing slightly against my arm as I turned to face him.I took another sip from my glass and Peter did the same. He looked at me with a less condescending expression than he had at the office, then placed his glass on the coffee table in front of the sofa. His fleshy hand rested on my thigh and squeezed it very gently. Not for the first time in his company, I felt sweat trickling down my back. He moved his hand a little further up my thigh, but still only lightly pressing into my leg. “Now Jimmy, these parties are very important to me. These are very influential friends I have here tonight and it falls on me to entertain them as they see fit. Julie is a very accomplished waitress and has earned a very good reputation with my guests. However, as she cannot attend tonight, I have had to make certain arrangements.” He looked at me and squeezed my thigh, just enough for me to feel a little pain. I took another sip from my glass as he continued “As I have said, if you wish to keep your secret safe with me and to maintain your current standing with your friends and family, you will take perabet giriş on Julie’s role tonight. If you don’t feel you can complete this task for me, then you may leave now, but I will have to make your little secret common knowledge – but first, I will tell Julie’s boyfriend Nick of your desires. Do you understand, Jimmy?”I could feel the whisky start to have an effect on me and I was already starting to feel just a little light headed. I knew I couldn’t have anyone know what I’d done – least of all Nick, so I really didn’t have a choice. “Yes Peter, I’ll take Julie’s place tonight and do whatever you need me to do.”Peter’s hand left my thigh and went to my face, gently stroking my cheek and then tracing the outline of my lips. He then pushed two of his fingers into my mouth and slowly slid them in and out. I felt his chubby fingers almost fill my mouth, but just sat there and allowed him to toy with me. Then, grinning, he stopped and filled my glass to the brim. “Now Jimmy, I will entertain my friends for the next couple of hours and I will call you when we would like you to attend to us. You may finish this glass, but I’d better take the bottle – we can’t have you too pissed, can we? In the suitcase over there, you’ll find your uniform. Please ensure you are ready by 11 pm.” Peter took his glass and the half empty bottle of scotch. As he got to the door and had opened slightly, he turned round to face me again. “Now, for the rest of your night here Jimmy, you’d better go along with whatever is asked of you – and without question. Is that understood?””Yes Peter, I guess so””Oh, and two more things before I go – firstly, you will address me tonight as Master and my friends as Sir. Secondly, you will be known as Slut.”With that, Peter closed the door, with the worrying sound of the lock being turned. I took a long gulp of the peaty liquid, starting to enjoy the burning sensation it made from my lips down to my stomach and walked across the plush but old fashioned style room to the case Peter had indicated. I flicked the 2 locks to the side and swung the case open. Inside the case was a mirror and underneath that some clothing, a small bag and a wig. I removed the mirror and pulled out the wig. It was extremely soft to touch and was coloured jet black. It looked to be around shoulder length. I placed this to one side and examined the rest of the contents. A short black skirt, a white blouse, a pair of black hold-ups and high heel shoes. There was also a pair of black lacy panties and a very sexy bra – along with a pair of small breast forms. In the little bag was some blusher and bright red lipstick.Not only was I going to be Slut for the night, I was also going to be a male version of Julie.To Be Continued…

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