I was a complete mess. Me, Isabelle, a short blonde secretary with my hair constantly wrapped in a red bow with a bell that jingled, with big dreams to do something with the town. Anything. It was boring, and was filled with the same boring people. No one wanted to renovate, or create anything new, and I knew I needed something.
My sex life was the same. I had just come out of a four year relationship, where I thought he was the one for me, and that we would get married, have beautiful pups, and maybe change something in the city. Maybe he could’ve even run for mayor. He had the same dreams as me, after all. It all fell apart one day when we realized we were in fact the opposite of compatible. It felt like everything he said to me was a lie, and I fell for it like a fool.
And now, I was a crying desperate mess of a woman. That’s what men did to you. I hadn’t been touched in months, and even during the relationship, we had the same sex over and over again. He would make sure I was wet enough, fuck me, and then leave me there without caring if I had an orgasm. I thought all relationships were like that. I was an idiot. Though maybe it was my fault. I never asked him to do anything new, never forced him to give me an orgasm. I laid there and let him do what he wanted, and when he was satisfied, he left. And then he left me for good.
There was no use in thinking about it now. Tom Nook had arrived in my office, a huge smile on his face. I figured it was a new venture giving him lots of cash, and rolled my eyes as I saw the racoon approach. “Yes, Tom Nook?” I said with my sweetest voice.
“Hello Isabelle! I have great news. Grand news!” He said as his belly flopped about underneath his tight sweater.
“Yes? Some new development in the Nook company?” I asked, already bored.
“No, no.” He shook his head. “Something for the city!” I raised her eyebrows. I was listening now.
“A new fountain? No, no. A new bridge? I love the stone ones!” I said, already jumping in my seat.
“No.” He replied, grinning to himself. “A new mayor!”
My mouth practically dropped to the ground. “No way.”
“Yes! After poor old Tortimer passed, we haven’t had a proper mayor here in almost a decade. Oh poor Isabelle, having to do it all on your own.” He shook his head. “I finally found a mayor for Pen Island. Isn’t that great?”
I gaped at him. To say I was excited was an understatement. I would have to bring her 5 stacks of binders out to discuss the development of the city with him. Gods, the people in town will be so elated! “When is he coming?” I said, hoping it would be within a few months.
“In two hours!” He responded.
“What?” I began to nervously pace around the room. “I’m not ready. We have so much to prepare for. Should I bake a cake?” I began to ramble, and when I was finally finished, I looked up to see Tom Nook was already gone.
I spent the next two hours in my secretary chair, spinning around and around as my bell jingled. I was so nervous, so scared that the next mayor would be just as bad as the last, though I hadn’t been very close to Tortimer. I hoped he would be listening to my ideas, and be willing to develop the town into something amazing. Maybe invite a few more villagers in.
Suddenly, I heard the fluttering of the wind outside, and the sound became louder and louder, forcing me to get up from my chair to see where it was coming from. I looked up and gasped. There was a jet currently landing right in front of town hall, where I had just planted a bunch of beautiful flowers. I was huffing by the time the new mayor stepped out, looking around like he knew he owned the place.
I approached him, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Hello!” I yelled over the sounds of the jet. “I’m Isabelle!”
I stopped in my tracks when he looked at me. He was positively stunning. He was much taller than me, with a slight stubble and a strong body covered by a tight white dress shirt with black dress pants. His arm muscles were practically bulging out of his shirt. I gulped. He already seemed like he would be a lot to handle. “Hello.” He said, looking down at me. “I’m looking for Pen Island?”
I nodded. “You’re here.” I quieted my screaming as the jet’s engine stopped roaring. “This is the town hall, though I wouldn’t say it’s very appropriate to park your…” I gestured towards the jet. “Plane right in front of it.”
He chuckled, like my words didn’t get through to him. “No need to fret. Do you think you can give me a tour?”
I nodded. I was going to be doing that anyways. I began to walk, and I heard him walk behind me. We were barely standing close enough to each other to touch, but I felt as if I could feel the heat radiating from him, and smell the scent of citrus and oceans on him. What was with this guy? Why did he make my mind so foggy?
When they approached the door, he stepped forwards around me to open the door for me, and I nodded, blushing as I murmured my thanks. No, it was important to be professional. I shouldn’t be thinking about my own boss like that.
After giving him a short tour of the small town hall, I told him I would be grabbing some refreshments for the two of them, and he nodded, standing in his office as he looked around. He already seemed very unsatisfied about the way things were run around here, which may have been a good thing. Unsatisfaction breeds the wanting of change, after all.
As I was making the coffee, I heard him call on me, and I plopped two sugar cubes in my drink quickly before rushing to him with the tray. He was already sitting at his desk, and when he turned to face me, I almost dropped the tray. How could he be that gorgeous? It didn’t make any sense.
“I’d like to speak to you about your job as a secretary.” He said.
I nodded, and sat down, folding my skirts underneath me as I did. “Yes, we have a lot to discuss.” I said, almost bringing my 5 binders out.
“I’ve heard from many how intelligent and beautiful you are, and I’m pleased to say they were right.” He said, like it made a lot of sense.
I blushed furiously. I couldn’t believe that was one of the first things he said to me. “No, no.” I shook my head, though I batted my eyelashes a little.
“It’s true. You’ve been single handedly taking care of this town by yourself for years now, and I’m shocked they’re not paying you more.”
“I…” I didn't know what to say. It meant everything to me to be appreciated like this.
He chuckled. “Though I have to admit, I expect you to go above and beyond in your job, and I demand total loyalty from all my employees.”
I paused at that. It seemed a little rude to me. Why was he already making such demands? It was his first day on the job! When I didn’t reply, he asked, “do you understand, Isabelle?” His voice was soothing, but didn’t make me feel any better about this awkward situation.
He stood up, clearly knowing I was struggling with this. He walked around the desk dividing us and stood close to my chair, so close that my face came close to the belt around his waist. “You’ll be compensated well, Isabelle. And I’ll treat you well, you wouldn’t have to worry about it.” He was practically purring his last words.
I gulped. This was far more than a secretary position. I wanted to help this town, and to do so, I was willing to give every single part of me away to do it. And I couldn’t help but admit he turned me on incredibly. I finally nodded, and looked up at his piercing eyes. “If you want the job, Isabelle, I’ll need you to sign the contract by being fucked right here and do whatever I ask you to do.”
My panties practically flooded as I sat there. I couldn’t believe a male being so powerful and controlling could turn me on like this. I cursed my traitorous body, not able to believe how much I did want him to fuck me. It’s been so long, and I knew I needed it. I could see the bulge now growing in front of me, and I wondered if I should begin touching him, or wait for his order. When I didn’t do anything, he murmured in a husky tone. “Take off my pants.”
My hands were shaking as I reached out and tugged on it, taking it off in front of me along with his boxers. I gasped when I saw it. It sprung out in front of me, impossible to mix. The musky scent of him was radiating in the air… and his dick… it was the size of my face. I couldn’t believe it. It was pulsing and calling out to me, and he whispered, “you know what to do.” In a purr that I knew was a silent command. I nodded, and began stroking him, my shaking fingers wrapping around him as I moved up and down over and over again. He hissed and began to thrust into me, and even with two hands, I couldn’t get a complete grip on him.
I didn’t know if he would even fit inside of me, and I was both incredibly frightened and excited to find out. My body was telling me I needed more, and I couldn’t help myself when I wrapped my mouth around his dick without him even asking me to do so. He groaned, and I began to suck him, not in a way that I ever did before, but in a way that my body commanded. Like I needed more of his musky lustful scent surrounding him, and wanted him deeper inside of my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his tip, and when he moaned I grinned to myself, feeling like a powerful woman. Before I knew what was happening though, he gripped my hair, and dug his fingers in to pull me into him as he thrust into me.
No one had ever done it before, and I couldn’t believe how turned on I felt as he pounded deep into my throat, bending inside of it as he passed my gag reflex. I choked and gagged around him, and my saliva dribbled down my mouth and onto the ground. I knew I looked like a complete whore to an outside perspective, but I didn’t care. I loved the way he was treating me. He finally let me go to let me breathe, and I flopped back, taking in deep gulps of air.
“Clothes off. Now.” He grounded out in pure lust. I obeyed immediately, how could I not with him staring at me like that? My dress flopped to the ground, exposing my matching silk white lingerie set. I liked to match all the time for myself, just to make me feel powerful on the inside.
He looked at me up and down in appreciation, and groaned as I pulled my panties down, revealing my shaved crotch. He approached me in two huge steps, and spun me around, placing my hands against the office door. He grabbed my ass and aligned his crotch behind me, grinding me hard as I moaned out loud. He leaned over to me, and gave me a slow lick across my ear before whispering, “don’t move, baby girl.”
I gasped and shivered, unable to help myself. His words were so hot I felt like I was going to explode. And then when he thrusted into me, so hard that the wall shook, I did explode. I felt like my mind was shattering, and he pulled back to thrust into me again. “Oh, god. Mayor!” I cried out. He thrusted into me over and over again, not caring if I was adjusting or not. I had previously thought all of him had entered me. I was wrong. With every thrust, he spread me out wider, and my pussy clenched around him as I moaned and purred and made noises I had never made before. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt.
He reached his hand around me and began to play with my clit, and held me in place with his other strong arm. The rhythm of his thrusts along with the grinding of his strong fingers were too much for me to take, and I shattered around him as I came, milking him and squeezing him over and over again, crying out the words, “mayor.” Over and over again. Tears were streaming down my eyes, and as I rode my orgasm, he came inside of me, his hot cum filling up my insides as my legs shook underneath me, threatening to collapse.
When he was finally done, he popped out of me, and his cum dripped out of my pussy, making my thighs sticky and gooey. “You’re such a good girl.” He purred.
He spun me around and slammed me against the door, tilting my chin up. “And the name is Tominic, or Tom, for short. Don’t forget it.”
I nodded, grabbing my dress to run out the door into the bathroom to clean myself up. My mind was racing a mile a minute. I couldn’t believe sex could feel like this. Four years of basic sex with no orgasms, nothing that even remotely satisfied me the same way. It was my job to please my boss, and I had agreed to this by nodding to him, but… I was enjoying it too much for my own good. He was going to be the death of me.
I spent the next few days with him on my mind. Everytime I thought of him, I got too horny to work properly, so I would sneak into the bathroom and get myself off, needing to get that release. He had been too busy with work, trying to build a library and improving the museum. It was a good thing, it was everything I wanted in a mayor, though I felt like a complete slut when I realized I wanted him to touch me again. Everywhere.
I saw him fishing from time to time, and I couldn’t help but see his muscles at work, and wonder what it would be like with them wrapped around me....
It was when he finally finished the museum that he spoke to me outside of the town hall for the first time. We were cheering and clapping as pictures were taken, and my body froze when I felt him speak by ears, whispering that he knew I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and that he was going to have his way with me tonight. I paused, and nodded, continuing my cheering and clapping so no one would be suspicious of us. I was already getting wet just thinking about it… and those dark words by my ear… ah. I had no idea I was this sensitive.
After the celebration was over, I followed him like a lost deer to his house, which was already decorated lavishly. He held onto my hands and led me to his large king-sized bed, and I bit my lip, feeling completely and utterly nervous.
It was then that he had his way with me. He didn’t care if I said no, or if I refused any of his commands. He would have what he wanted from me no matter what. He choked me, spanked me, and tied me up, making me cry out and orgasm over and over again as my senses were wilted to nothing. He made me call him daddy, and made me admit how much of a slut I was to him, and how I only wanted daddy’s dick inside of me. How no one would stretch me out the same way he did. It was all true, but I blushed the entire time as he made me admit it. He knew it embarrassed me to say those dirty things, but also knew it made me squeeze him particularly hard when I was feeling embarrassed.
I couldn’t believe how many times he could cum, and we went on all night with him dominating me over and over again, making me realize how much I needed this my entire life. I woke up the next morning to him sleeping next to me. As soon as I saw his sleeping face, I knew I had developed feelings for him. I was worried he only saw me as a sex object, and knew this situation was extremely inappropriate. I shook the thoughts out of my mind as I moved out othe blanket, wanting to get home before he noticed. He grabbed my wrist abruptly though, and I turned back to glance at him. “Where are you going?” He asked with his eyebrows raised.
I was about to reply when I made eye contact with him, and realized at that very moment I would forever be his plaything, and would always be a little slut to him. His little slut. I moved down between his lap, and wrapped my hand around his dick, taking it in my palm as I began to suck him the same way I did over and over again last night.