<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/beccabellamy/posts?filters%5Btag%5D=dominated%20by%20his%20boss">Click here</a> to read the previous parts of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="63673199" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>“Justin, is it?”</p><p>Justin looked up from his computer to see a tall, handsome, impeccably well-dressed man with salt and pepper hair looking at him.</p><p>“It is, sir. How can I help you?” Justin said.</p><p>“I’m here to see Annabelle,” the man replied.</p><p>“Of course,” Justin said as he stood up. “Let me show you in. May I tell Annabelle who’s here to see her?”</p><p>The man laughed and said, “I’m Annabelle’s boss.”</p><p>“Oh my gosh, Mr. Peterson, I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognize you,” Justin said as he silently chided himself for making such a foolish mistake.</p><p>“It’s not a problem, Justin,” Mr. Peterson replied as he reached out and patted Justin on the shoulder. “That’s a lovely blouse, by the way. It looks very good on you.”</p><p>“Thank you, sir,” Justin said as he demurely looked towards the floor. He turned to Annabelle’s door, opened it up, and stood aside to let Mr. Peterson in.</p><p>“After you, Justin. You should be present for this little visit,” he said.</p><p>Annabelle stood and came around from behind her desk as Justin and Mr. Peterson stepped into the room.</p><p>“Roger, what brings you to my little corner of the office?” Annabelle said as she met her boss in the middle of the room and offered a handshake.</p><p>“I’m here to congratulate you,” he said. “I’ve heard nothing but good things from Mr. Abernathy about your work with his company. It seems like you’ve gone above and beyond to make him happy and by all accounts he’s going to be a client for a long, long time.”</p><p>“Ah, that’s so kind of you, Roger. I appreciate that. As you know, Mr. Abernathy is a very important client and we’ve made it our top priority to ensure that he’s happy. I’m hoping that landing him will lead to other companies like his joining us,” Annabelle said.</p><p>“Why don’t we have a drink,” Mr. Peterson said. “It’s almost five o’clock and this is the kind of victory that’s worth celebrating. Justin, why don’t you join us?”</p><p>Annabelle flashed a smile at Justin as she walked towards the small liquor cabinet she kept in her office. She pulled out three glasses and a bottle of expensive whiskey and moved behind her desk once more.</p><p>Annabelle uncapped the bottle and expertly poured out three equal-looking servings of liquor. They each picked up a glass, raised them in celebration, and took a sip.</p><p>Justin struggled with the overwhelmingly strong, smoky flavor of the whiskey and tried his best not to look like he rarely drank hard liquor.</p><p>“I hear you deserve your fair share of the credit, Justin,” Mr. Peterson said.</p><p>“Oh, I don’t know about that, Mr. Peterson. I’m just the assistant,” he said as the older man smiled at him.</p><p>Justin wasn’t going to say a thing about what he’d done with Mr. Abernathy or the kind of behavior he and Annabelle regularly behaved in. He’d spent his lunch break between his boss’s legs, providing her with three orgasms as she enjoyed a salad at her desk. He knew that was the kind of thing that could get them both fired and he wasn’t going to be responsible for Annabelle losing her job.</p><p>“First off, you can call me Roger, especially on a day like this. We’re celebrating, Justin. We’re celebrating the work you put in to ensure that Mr. Abernathy is a very happy man and that our company gives him something he can’t get anywhere else,” Mr. Peterson said.</p><p>Justin studied the other man’s face for a moment. He tried his best to discern if Mr. Peterson knew exactly what he’d been doing for Mr. Abernathy or if he’d simply been told that Justin’s work had been integral to the process.</p><p>“That’s why I hired him,” Annabelle said as she swirled the whiskey in her glass. “I knew Justin would be the kind of assistant that would go way above and beyond the call of duty to ensure that our company thrives.”</p><p>Mr. Peterson looked at Annabelle and smiled before they both raised their glasses and sipped the whiskey.</p><p>“I hope this isn’t inappropriate,” Mr. Peterson said, “but you’re remarkably attractive, Justin. Annabelle has succeeded in making you exceptionally feminine, not to mention rather stylish.”</p><p>Justin shifted uncomfortably in his seat and looked over at Annabelle for some guidance on how to behave. He still wasn’t sure how much Mr. Peterson knew, though he was beginning to suspect that Annabelle’s boss was well-informed.</p><p>“His wife has played a big part in that,” Annabelle added. “She buys most of Justin’s clothes and she’s been instrumental in getting him to accept that embracing femininity is the right choice for him.”</p><p>“You’re a lucky man,” Mr. Peterson said. “It’s rare to have a wife that understands you better than you understand yourself. I hope you let her know how grateful you are.”</p><p>“Oh, he does,” Annabelle said before Justin could answer.</p><p>Justin took a long sip of his drink and found comfort in the overwhelming taste.</p><p>“Justin’s wife actually taught him the skills he uses to ensure that Mr. Abernathy is a very happy client,” Annabelle said.</p><p>“How interesting,” Mr. Peterson replied. “I wouldn’t have thought a wife would teach her husband those particular skills, but I guess I wouldn’t have thought a wife would teach her husband how to dress in feminine clothes, how to shave his body, and how to take care of his hair so it looks as good as yours does, Justin.”</p><p>Unable to come up with a reply, Justin took another sip of his drink and held the whiskey in his mouth before letting it slowly slide down his throat.</p><p>“If you don’t mind me asking, how did your wife come to teach you the art of pleasuring a man?” Mr. Peterson asked.</p><p>As strange as it seemed, Justin breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Annabelle’s boss knew exactly how he’d ensured that Mr. Abernathy was a happy client. With no reason to hide the truth, Justin decided to be honest about how he’d learned to suck cock.</p><p>“Well,” Justin began, “when she discovered that I wasn’t capable of satisfying her like she desired – and deserved, I suppose – she decided I’d have to satisfy her in other ways. That began with servicing her with my mouth, but eventually it evolved into orally servicing the man she’d taken as her lover.”</p><p>“She put you in chastity and panties too, didn’t she?” Annabelle asked.</p><p>“Yes, she did,” Justin said as he watched Mr. Peterson take it all in. “She wanted to make absolutely certain that I always knew my place in our marriage.”</p><p>“And do you, Justin?” Mr. Peterson asked. “Do you know your place?”</p><p>The question seemed to reach far beyond the confines of his marriage, at least based on the hungry look in Mr. Peterson’s eyes.</p><p>“I do, sir,” he said.</p><p>Mr. Peterson smiled.</p><p>“Justin, I think Roger would enjoy a demonstration of the skills your wife taught you,” Annabelle said. “Why don’t you show him how good you are? Show him that you know your place. Show him how you’ve become a wonderful secretary in addition to being a loyal cuckold husband.”</p><p>Mr. Peterson offered a subtle nod in response and Justin stood up, put his glass on Annabelle’s desk and fell to his knees in front of the other man.</p><p>Justin wanted to be good. He wanted to impress Mr. Peterson for his sake and for Annabelle’s sake. He wanted to help his boss rise up in the company because she’d certainly take him with her. That’s why he decided to go above and beyond in blowing Mr. Peterson.</p><p>He leaned forward and kissed the bulge in Mr. Peterson’s slacks. He let a soft, feminine moan escape his lips as he embraced his place as a girly secretary dropping to her knees to pleasure a strong, successful man seeking to indulge in the pleasures that came with his position in the company.</p><p>“May I take your cock out, sir?” Justin asked.</p><p>“You may,” Mr. Peterson answered.</p><p>“I told you. He knows his place,” Annabelle said.</p><p>Justin reached up and slowly unzipped Mr. Peterson’s pants. He reached inside and wrapped his fingers around the impressively thick-feeling cock and pulled it out.</p><p>“It’s beautiful,” he said.</p><p>Mr. Peterson reached out and ran his fingers up the sleeve of Justin’s silky blouse and to the back of his head. He applied just a bit of pressure and Justin leaned forward and took the thick cock between his lips.</p><p>Justin unleashed a soft, girly moan as he took as much of Mr. Peterson’s cock in his mouth as possible. He got the shaft wet and licked the head before beginning in earnest to suck dick like he’d been trained by his wife and his boss.</p><p>“He looks so good,” Annabelle said. “I love watching that pretty head bob up and down in a man’s lap. I love hearing those slippery, sexy cocksucking sounds he makes.”</p><p>“His training has paid off,” Mr. Peterson said as his cock throbbed in Justin’s mouth. “I can see why Mr. Abernathy has pledged his business to us for a long, long time.”</p><p>“Well, what’s mine is yours, Roger. You’re welcome to drop by my office to enjoy Justin’s mouth whenever you want,” Annabelle said. “After all, he knows his place. He knows it’s his duty to suck the cock of a real man. I think he enjoys it. I think he likes being on his knees in front of a rich, powerful man.”</p><p>Mr. Peterson groaned and pushed hard on the back of Justin’s head, pushing his cock deep into the secretary’s throat.</p><p>“I suspect he likes being on his knees in front of a rich, powerful woman, too,” Mr. Peterson said.</p><p>Annabelle laughed and Justin heard her throw back the rest of her drink and slam her glass down on her desk.</p><p>“Damn right he does,” she said.</p><p>“Finish me,” Mr. Peterson said as he released Justin’s head.</p><p>Justin went to work. He bobbed up and down on the older man’s cock. He sucked and stroked and licked as he strived to give the most satisfying blowjob possible.</p><p>Mr. Peterson announced his impending orgasm with a series of low grunts. The head of his cock swelled in Justin’s mouth and cum launched from the tip. It was the saltiest, thickest cum Justin had ever enjoyed on his tongue and he made sure not to spill a drop. He caught every bit of it and swallowed like he’d been trained to.</p><p>When he was finished, Justin licked Mr. Peterson’s cock clean and then placed it back in his pants and zipped him up.</p><p>“Thank you for letting me suck your cock,” Justin replied, knowing it was exactly what Mr. Peterson would want to hear.</p><p>He smiled, stood up, and said, “You’ve trained him very well, Annabelle. You and his wife. You’ve done a remarkable job. And I’ll definitely be back to enjoy Justin’s particular set of skills.”</p><p>Justin watched Annabelle’s boss walk out of the office and close the door behind him.</p><p>“Stand up and strip,” she said.</p><p>Justin stood and quickly stripped from his skirt and blouse, leaving them over the back of the chair he’d been sitting in.</p><p>“Bend over my desk,” she said.</p><p>Justin did as he was told and looked up to see Annabelle open the bottom drawer of her desk and pull out her strapon. She removed her skirt and stepped into the harness.</p><p>“Watching you suck cock got me all worked up,” she said while pulling the straps tight, “so I’m going to fuck my secretary.” </p><p>Annabelle stepped out from behind her desk and gave Justin’s pantied ass a few hard smacks. She pulled his underwear down, spit into her hand, and rubbed her fingers between his cheeks and over his tight asshole.</p><p>He heard her spit once more and a few moments later the head of her long, thick strapon rubbed against his asshole. Annabelle applied a little pressure and the cock slipped inside him as he cried out at the sudden surge of pain.</p><p>Annabelle gently ran her fingers over Justin’s back as she said, “You were such a good cocksucker for my boss. You looked so beautiful on your hands and knees. That pretty head of yours looked so good bobbing up and down in his lap. I saw the way you put on a show for him. I saw how you were a good little cocksucker for him. I saw it, Justin. I saw how you embraced what you are in the name of pleasuring him.”</p><p>Annabelle leaned forward and pressed her body against his back as the full length of her cock slowly slid inside him.</p><p>“You’re starting to like it, aren’t you?” she asked. “You’re starting to like being a pretty girl that men desire, aren’t you?”</p><p>Justin thought of how easily he’d sunk into the role of a girl with Mr. Peterson. He thought of how easily he’d put on a naughty little show, how he’d performed, how he’d embraced the freedom afforded him by the femininity his silky blouse, tight skirt and high heels.</p><p>“Yes,” he said. “I do. I don’t know why, but I do. I enjoyed blowing him. I enjoyed pleasing him.”</p><p>Annabelle stood up, grabbed Justin’s hips, and pulled back each time she thrust into him. She fucked him hard and fast and despite the mild pain at having his asshole stretched by a big cock he found it deeply pleasurable.</p><p>“It’s because you’re a perfect submissive, Justin,” she said. “It’s because you find your greatest pleasure in making other people happy. It’s because you know that a man loves nothing more than to cum in the warm, wet mouth of a feminine slut. It’s because you know that I love bending you over and pounding your asshole. It’s because you want to be good boy for your wife and for me.”</p><p>Justin laid his head against the cool, smooth wood of Annabelle’s desk and moaned as she fucked him from behind. He let her words worm their way into his brain. He let himself embrace his place as a submissive.</p><p>“Fuck me, Annabelle,” he said. “Fuck me harder. Fuck my ass. Fuck my tight little ass.”</p><p>Annabelle laughed, gave his ass a good smack, and fucked him harder. The room filled with the sounds of her body slamming into his over and over. It was like a porn, only Justin was actually in it. He was actually the star. He was the secretary slut bent over a desk being taken by his boss.</p><p>Amazingly, Annabelle found her way to a climax as she pounded him. She fucked him faster and her moans got louder. Eventually she buried her cock in his asshole and held it there as she climaxed.</p><p>“Fuck, that was incredible,” she said. “The strap rubs against my clit in the most pleasurable way imaginable, but it’s usually not enough to get me off. I guess watching you suck cock got me nice and worked up. Well done, Justin.”</p><p>She smacked his ass before pulling out and pulling his panties back into place over his ass.</p><p>“You can get dressed,” she said.</p><p>“Thank you for fucking me,” Justin replied. “I thoroughly enjoyed it.”</p><p>“It was my pleasure,” Annabelle said as she stepped out of the strapon harness. “Clean my cock before you go back to work.”</p><p>Justin put on his feminine clothing and took the toy from his boss. He cleaned it in her bathroom sink as his asshole twitched from the vigorous pounding he’d just taken.</p><p>After drying the toy Justin returned it to his boss as she said, “You did a good job today, Justin. It’s going to be a very good thing for both of us that Mr. Peterson took an interest in you, I promise.”</p><p>“Thank you, Annabelle,” he said. “Let me know if you need anything.”</p><p>Justin returned to his desk with a fresh load of cum in his stomach, a sore asshole, and a smile on his face. He’d been a very good secretary that day.</p>