Chapter 2: Preparing for the Harvest

Late the next morning, I woke up with a smile. Esther was still drooling on her pillow where I had deposited her, but I don't think any of her faults could've really bothered me that morning. I certainly could have fucked her while she was passed out, but I've never really enjoyed fucking an unresponsive body, and had a better option available to me. I promptly got up and texted my secretary, Celeste, to see if she was willing to come into the office in the afternoon to go over the documents I'd worked on the night before.

When I got out of the shower, I saw that she had replied, agreeing to be there at noon with some sandwiches. That left me with about an hour to spend, so I went out to the backyard to take some measurements and see what supplies I had in the shed. Before leaving for the office, I had made a list of the tools and materials I would need to get from the home improvement store.

Celeste was waiting for me in the office parking lot. Sometimes when I called her in on the weekend she came dressed in casual clothes, but this time my slender blonde twenty-three year old secretary was in her usual business-like pastel button blouse and navy mini skirt.

"Sorry for dragging you out here on a Saturday," I said, although my smile didn't make the apology very convincing.

"No problem, boss." She matched my smile with her own. "I didn't have any plans today, so I don't mind."

Since she had her hands full with our lunch, I held the door open for her. I slapped her ass appreciatively as she passed me, making her jump and then giggle cutely. Once inside, she laid out the sandwiches and a container of chocolate chip cookies in the break room and we started to eat.

"Ooo, are these homemade?" I inquired about the cookies.

"Yes, Astra just pulled them out of the oven this morning."

Astra was Celeste's twin sister. I'd only met her once or twice, but it seemed that Astra was more the homemaker, while Celeste was going for more of a career woman. The two of them lived together with Celeste's best friend, Charon, not far from where we worked.

Celeste grinned at me as she retrieved a sparkling lemonade and diet coke from the fridge.

"You seem to be in a good mood today, boss," she said, handing me my lemonade. "Finally have a good night fucking the missus?"

I'd told her about my frustrations with my wife many times over the last few years, so she knew that that would have been an uncommon occurrence.

I chuckled, "Actually, quite the opposite. We had a minor fight and then I stayed away from her until she drank herself into a stupor. She and I could hardly be any less likely to do anything even remotely romantic."

I let out a long, contented sigh.

"Well, I guess I'm glad to hear it?" she said, pitching it as a question.

"So am I," I said, picking up my sandwich, "because I have a plan to reward the department for all their hard work this last month."

She blinked at the topic jump, but smiled more and more as I told her what I had in mind.

Somehow, as we ate, it seemed that every time I looked away from her and looked back, she had unfastened another button on her blouse. After she finished her sandwich, she stood up and I could see that she had completely undone all the buttons. Then, she slowly came around the table and knelt next to my chair.

With my eyes locked on her bra covered breasts, I mumbled around a mouthful of cookie, "You aren't going to have any dessert? These are really good."

She pulled my legs apart and unzipped my fly.

"Oh," she moaned, "if you don't mind, I've got my dessert right here, sir."

She carefully fished out my quickly hardening dick and began giving me one of her expert blowjobs. I don't recall even once needing to ask her to service me: for the four years she had been my secretary, she'd always had a knack for reading my mood and anticipating my requests. Her talent in that regard is one of the reasons I couldn't imagine working without her. In this case, she had understood that, although I was momentarily happy, I was also still sexually frustrated, and she had chosen to act in a way to seamlessly fulfill my needs.

As she licked, kissed, and stroked my manhood, she moaned about how my cock was her favorite treat and how wonderful it was. Doubtless, a lot of that talk was just for effect, but I knew she really did love the taste of my cum. I allowed her to go at a leisurely pace, while I continued to munch on the cookies. After a few minutes, I forgot all about the cookies as my focus was irresistibly drawn to the warm caresses of her lips and tongue, and my approaching orgasm. I set one hand on her head and slipped the other into her bra, playing with her warm tit encouragingly. She intensified her sucking, and soon I grunted and filled her mouth with my seed. Celeste moaned and eagerly gulped down each spurt as it came out.

She milked me a bit for the last drops, then sat back and tossed her long blonde locks out of her face. Turning her sparkling blue eyes to mine, she slowly, deliberately licked her lips, collecting the drop that had escaped.

"Thanks, boss," she said, in a husky voice.

"Thank you," I replied. "That was great, as always, Celeste."

After carefully putting away my cock and zipping me up, she got to her feet. As we cleaned up the break room and headed to my office to get to work, I was amused to see that my secretary chose not to rebutton her blouse, but instead left herself exposed.

It took us a couple hours to go over the documents and deal with the other endless tasks associated with running a department. While we worked, Celeste had taken every opportunity to "accidentally" press her chest against my arm, shoulder, or back any time she came over to get a better look at my screen. My office was arranged with a large L shaped desk in the middle of the room, with me sitting on the inside corner, and Celeste sitting on the outside at the shorter of the legs, so we shared half the desk and the other half was entirely mine. I attempted to focus mainly on the tasks we were trying to get done, but with her constant teasing, by the end of the pile of work, my cock was straining against my pants.

Once I decided we'd done enough for the day, I stood up and moved next to Celeste's chair. She didn't even need to glance at the bulge in my pants to know what I wanted–she immediately got to her knees and pulled down my jeans. When my cock was free from its constraints and pointing meaningfully at the generous breasts that had gotten it hard, Celeste bobbed her head in one smooth slurp, wetting my entire shaft with her mouth. Now that it was slicked to her liking, she began stroking it with both hands. She smiled warmly up at my face as her hands worked.

"My, my, you've gotten so hard, boss," she purred. "I would be a pretty poor secretary to let you go home with such a large, unresolved problem like this. Don't worry, sir, I know just how to handle this. I'll get it taken care of, just for you."

She certainly did know how to handle it, too. As much as she excelled at satisfying me orally, I noticed that she had developed a habit of ending our after-hours work sessions by jacking me off onto her chest. Not that I had the slightest objection to the variety.

I wasn't in any hurry to finish, but between her skilled fingers and her playful but erotic banter, I wasn't going to last long. When I came, Celeste carefully aimed all my cum onto the bare expanse of skin above her bra, coating herself with the pearly liquid.

"There we go, sir," she said cheerfully. "Much better. Looks like we got it all taken care of."

"Very well done," I said, since I was a big believer in complimenting my subordinates when they had done a praiseworthy job.

She put away my deflated cock, then I pulled up my pants as she got to her feet. Celeste led the way to the exit, swaying her ass deliberately to give me something to look at as we walked.

While I locked the door behind me, she continued slowly towards her car. She hadn't done anything at all to cover her chest or wipe up the obvious streaks of cum she was wearing.

"Well, boss," she called out happily with a wave, "see you Monday."

"See you."

I watched, shaking my head as she drove off.

One of these days, I need to ask her why she likes to go home covered in cum like that, I mused with a chuckle.

I knew that if I stood there too long picturing all the times I'd seen her go out in public openly wearing my cum on her round breasts, I'd probably get another erection, so I shook off the image and headed to the store.

An hour and a half later, I was on my way home with most of the supplies I needed in my trunk and back seat. The girl working the outdoor roasting supplies area at the store had made several good suggestions, so I ended up buying a few things I hadn't planned, but I probably would've just ended up making more trips to end up with the same supplies without her help. The only things I didn't have were the landscaping stones, but I had arranged for those to be delivered on Monday, so I wouldn't have to break my back getting them in and out of my car on my own.

The Spartan Spitter wasn't supposed to arrive until the following Saturday morning, so after unloading everything and taking it to the backyard, I decided to call it a day.

Inside, I found Iris seated in the kitchen eating a PB&J sandwich, from which I surmised that Esther couldn't even be bothered to order GirlDash delivery, so everyone was on their own for supper. Believe it or not, Esther had been a diligent little housewife when we first got married, always having a homemade meal ready for me when I got home. That had only lasted until Blair was born. Ever since then, she had been putting in less and less effort.

While I worked on heating up some canned soup, I took a good look at my short, hefty nineteen year old daughter. She was wearing a tank top and cutoff shorts which were both revealing enough to show plenty of the thong and narrow push up bra behind them. Her E cup breasts seemed to be protesting the half-hearted way she was restraining them, spilling out in all directions. Although her waist wasn't exactly narrow, her hips still flared out farther into a round ass that struck me as perfect for child bearing.

"What are you looking at?" Iris asked, in a cold voice eerily similar to her mother's.

I didn't turn away, but said mildly, "Just a nice ass and some juicy tits."

With a figure like hers, Iris was used to being talked to that way, but never before by me, and her surprise showed.

"Oh. Okay, Dad," she said, in a more neutral tone.

She had finished eating, so with a puzzled glance back to see that I was still looking at her ass, she left, apparently headed for the room she shared with Mae.

Roast or breed. Breed or roast, I debated mentally. That girl's body is begging for one or the other, for sure.

After the microwave dinged, I carried my soup and crackers to the empty dining table and sat down. About half way through my meal, Mae appeared in front of me, pouting with her hands on her hips.

"I need a new phone," she said without preamble.

"Hello, daughter," I responded pointedly, "happy to see you, too. After being away at work all afternoon, it certainly is nice to be greeted warmly by my loving family."

"Daaad," she whined, "I'm being serious. I need you to get me a new phone. My old one is busted."

"Hmm," I hummed gravely. "And how did it get 'busted'?"

Without letting it show on my face, I started sizing up her slender body in light of the coming arrival of the spitting machine. Although Mae was less than a year younger than Iris, no one would have mistaken them for twins. Indeed, they were about as different as sisters could be: where Iris was short and meaty, Mae was tall and lanky. About the only thing they had in common was their dark, smooth hair. Also, despite the difference in their heights, they probably weighed about the same.

She looked down and pressed her toes into the floor distractedly. "Well, it's Iris's fault. She was being mean, and we got into a fight, and then my phone kind of broke when it bounced off her stupid boobs."

Mae certainly wasn't flat, but her chest did not fare well when compared to her older sister's.

I frowned. "You mean you threw it at your sister and it broke."

"Yeah, it's Iris's fault," she repeated, nodding, as if we had said the same thing.

"So, now it's broken and doesn't work at all," I stated probingly.

"Uhm, yeah," she said, looking away.

I tapped out a short text message on my phone and sent it to Mae's number. There was a ding of a notification from her direction. I just raised an eyebrow and waited. Mae squirmed for several silent seconds before giving in.

"Okay, maybe it's not totally broken," she admitted. "But, I still need a new one," she insisted desperately.

"Let's see it," I said, with complete calm.

She pulled it out of her back pocket and set it on the table. I picked it up and looked it over. The case had numerous small scratches, but those all seemed like normal wear and tear for a teenager's phone; the only significant damage was a small crack across one corner of the screen. I tried the buttons and they seemed to be working okay, and the screen showed that it was responding to my touch.

"Seems alright to me," I told my anxious daughter.

"Daaaad," she moaned, "the screen is broken. I can't use it like that."

I stood my ground. "The screen protector is still intact, so you shouldn't cut your finger on the crack. I'd say you're lucky. This really isn't a problem at all."

She gaped at me in confusion. "But, you're still going to get me a new one, right?"

"Certainly not," I said firmly. "You threw your phone, which you obviously shouldn't have done, and threw it at your sister, which is doubly bad. Then, you came to me and lied about it, making the situation even worse. Even if it was broken, at this point I wouldn't buy you a new one. You need to realize that your actions have consequences."

"I… But… My…" she sputtered, struggling to grasp what she was hearing. "But, it's Iris's fault, not mine."

I set aside the urge to immediately snuff my spoiled daughter and turned back to my soup.

"I've made up my mind," I said. "You can live with this phone or have no phone at all, Mae. You aren't getting a new one."

She quickly took back her phone and clutched it with wide eyes. After a few more feeble protests, which I completely ignored, she gave up and wandered off dejectedly.

I bet a few slices of her lean ham would go great in some ramen, I thought cheerfully, as I slurped my soup.

After finishing my meal, I retreated to my study to watch tutorial videos on live spit roasting. The automatic machines looked pretty easy to use, but I also learned a lot about the cooking process and how to handle uncooperative meat. I found myself increasingly looking forward to converting some troublesome cunts into tasty roasts, the more time I spent preparing for it.

Sunday morning, I decided to begin getting things ready in the backyard. I started by stacking the firewood I'd bought the day before in an orderly pile, and putting a tarp over it to keep it dry. I left the spit rotisserie kit and other such things in the shed, figuring they would just get in the way if I got them out before I needed them. After mowing the grass, and cleaning up some, I found that there wasn't really anything more to do until the landscaping stones for lining the fire pit arrived.

When I came inside, Esther and a neighbor friend of hers, Dee, were making out in the living room. They both had their shirts off and were going at it pretty hard when they noticed I had returned.

Esther turned her nose up at me and said, "Come on, Dee, let's take this conversation somewhere more private."

They headed to our bedroom with an air of indignation, slamming the door when they got inside. I just smiled quietly, thinking about what Esther was going to look like with an eight foot metal spit shoved through her.

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When I arrived at work Monday, I encountered a somewhat similar scene: Celeste had the newest girl who worked under me stretched out across our shared desk space and was kissing her in a dominating way. The new girl was just out of high school and seemed like she was a bit overwhelmed by her first foray into the corporate world, but she was eager to please, so she'd probably adapt. I was pretty sure her name was Phoenix.

Without even looking up, my secretary greeted me, "Hi, boss! We won't be too long."

Phoenix squeaked in surprise at seeing me, but Celeste had her pinned, so she didn't try to get up.

"H-hi, boss!" she said, following Celeste's lead.

"Good morning, you two," I replied cheerfully. "Carry on."

As I sat down in my chair, Celeste folded up the younger girl's skirt, revealing a stylish pair of panties.

My secretary clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Wearing panties? That's a dress code violation, little lady. And showing them right in front of the boss, too." She shook her head. "We're going to have to confiscate them."

"What?" said the slightly panicked girl. "I didn't know panties weren't allowed. How much trouble am I in?"

She looked genuinely scared. I hardly ever snuffed my underlings, unless they demonstrated an incurable degree of incompetence, or fucked up so bad that I was forced to terminate them, so she wasn't in any real danger from a minor infraction like this, but she hadn't been with us long enough to know that. Celeste kissed her again to calm her down.

"Relax, baby," my secretary soothed. "You're just losing your underwear, not your meat. Are you wearing a bra?"

The girl whimpered, "Yes."

Celeste smiled comfortingly as she started pulling down the lacy panties.

"Bras are allowed," she admitted, "it's just pants, shorts, and panties which are forbidden on girls. This was all spelled out in the employee handbook: if you missed that, then clearly you need to take another look at it."

Phoenix nodded vigorously. "Yes, ma'am."

"There we go," Celeste said, holding up the scrap of lace. She kissed the bare pussy in front of her tenderly. "Now you are dressed appropriately."

The girl smiled in relief.

I interjected sternly, "This is a minor offense, but don't imagine that you won't be punished at all."

Her face fell and she looked at me anxiously.

"I'll leave the punishment in the hands of my secretary," I said dismissively.

"Thank you, sir," Celeste purred. She rubbed the girl's cunt idly while she considered. "I think for your punishment, I'd better confiscate your bra, too. That should help you remember not to be so careless."

"Yes, ma'am."

Phoenix hastily unbuttoned her blouse, and Celeste unclipped and extracted the bra.

Holding up both pieces of feminine undergarments in front of the girl's face, Celeste said, "If you want these back, you can come home with me and spend the night apologizing more thoroughly for the trouble you've caused."

With a blush, Phoenix replied, "Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

I couldn't help but compare the mostly naked girl on my desk to my daughters, who were about the same age. Phoenix looked most similar to Mae: with perky C cups, pale skin on a tall, graceful body, topped with dark hair.

Celeste buttoned a single button over the teen's chest and helped her to her feet. When the girl was part way out the door, Celeste spoke to her again.

"One more thing, Fee: no masturbating at your desk today, no matter how horny you get. You're being punished, so don't forget it."

The teen's blush deepened. "Yes, ma'am," she squeaked before closing the door.

I let out a quiet laugh, "Do you always have to scare them like that? There are other ways to teach the new girls about the rules, you know."

Using one excuse or another, I'm quite certain that my secretary had coaxed each of the women in my department into spending the night with her, and at least a few outside it, too.

Celeste twirled the captured panties around her finger with a grin. "But this way is more fun. Plus I get to strip them naked on your desk. You can't tell me you don't enjoy that part. Hmm, speaking of which…"

She came around to my side of the desk and got to her knees next to me. I chuckled again as she pulled out my dick and started sucking. While she was helping me relax, I skimmed my emails and sent a few short messages. After I came, we discussed the topic foremost in both our minds.

"So," I opened, "have you told anyone about the big spit roast next weekend yet?"

"No. Since this is a reward for all of us, I assumed you would want to go around and manually 'encourage' each girl as you invited them," she said with a smirk.

Celeste was sitting on the edge of my side of the desk with her legs spread as far as her tight skirt allowed. I reached into her skirt and started "encouraging" her clit with my thumb. My most common technique for rewarding my underlings involved a few well placed fingers up the deserving skirt. As my fingers manipulated my secretary's familiar folds, I worked out some details of the party out loud.

"How many girls do I have under me now? Twenty?"

"Actually, it's twenty two, including me, sir," she corrected softly.

"Hmm. It's hard to justify more than one roaster with a crowd that size. I think I should open this up so the girls can bring a 'plus one.' Do you know if any of them are married or have boyfriends?"

A small moan escaped her lips when she answered. "No, none, sir. But pretty much all of them have girlfriends to some degree or other. Of course, a few are dating within the office."

I nodded. "Well, that should at least get us up to a two-meatgirl sized party. Now then, I think it's time to go hand out the invites."

My secretary didn't quite stifle a whimper as my hand left her. I offered my fingers to her mouth to suck clean, which she immediately did.

I issued her my instructions before we left my office. "I'll encourage them below, you engage their lips whenever I'm not looking for them to speak, okay?"

"Yes, sir," she said, with her usual enthusiasm.

An hour later, we returned to my office. As soon as the door was closed, Celeste pulled down her skirt and sat on the desk with her legs wide open.

"Sir," she said breathily, "with all due respect, if you don't fuck me right now, I am going to go back out there and rape the first girl I see."

An hour of making out had clearly gotten my secretary very worked up, her makeup smeared with traces of other shades she had picked up. Plus, more than a few of the girls had reached up her skirt to express their gratitude while we were issuing the invite, but we hadn't ever stayed in any one cubicle long enough for Celeste to cum. I was also ready for some relief: my cock had been tenting my pants for at least the second half of our trip around the floor.

I grinned and dropped my pants. I was already plenty hard and she was soaking wet, so my first stroke had me deep inside her.

She immediately cried out happily, "Oh, sir, you actually did it. I was beginning to think you'd never fuck me."

She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me tightly against her.

I grunted, "Fuck, you're so tight, Cel. God, it's been too long since I've fucked a young pussy."

"Why," she panted, "why haven't you fucked me before, sir? I've wanted you in me since the day you hired me."

"You never asked," I said simply.

She stopped moving for a second, and looked at me in surprise.

"What? That's it?" She was incredulous. "All I had to do was ask? Well, fuck me," she cursed to herself.

"I'm already doing that," I smirked, thrusting harder.

That got a little laugh from her, which was quickly overtaken by panting as we both got more active. I tore open her blouse and started roughly massaging her breasts. That sent her over the edge and she cried out her ecstasy.

“Hey, boss, where–oh, I can come back later,” said Natalie, the most senior of my underlings. I hadn't heard her knock, but my attention wasn't really on the door behind me. “Lucky girl,” she sighed, as she left.

“She must have heard us before she came in,” panted Celeste. “I bet she just wanted to see you in action, sir. Maybe some light discipline would be in order later.”

I grunted agreement, but I didn't let the brief interruption phase me. A few minutes later, I felt that familiar tightening in my groin and unleashed deep inside my secretary. She cooed contentedly when she felt that I had finished.

Reluctantly, she released her grip on me with her legs and went limp on the desk. I walked around to the other side and silently offered my soft, messy cock to her mouth. She quickly and efficiently sucked me clean and tucked me away like she had done so many times before, after a blowjob.

"Thank you, sir," she said, with passion, as I plopped into my chair. "I really needed that."

"We both did, Celeste."

"For the record, sir, you can fuck me anywhere, anytime. You don't have to wait for me to ask, or even consent: just take me."

"Duly noted. Now, I think we both have jobs to do."

"Yes, sir. Just give me a second."

My secretary looked about as happy, and well fucked, as any woman I've seen.