Warning: Contains incest.

“Are these the documents for the investigators, Mr Steele? Why don’t you let me take care of them for you?”

She asks so sweetly I couldn't possibly say no - the ‘accidental’ nipple-slip doesn’t hurt, or the way she licks his lips so wantonly as she meets my gaze with those soulful brown eyes.

Dad had been embezzling funds from his company for decades. He frittered the money away, mostly on women, though none of them were his wife. It was all starting to come to light now. During his long career, he’d taken liberties with female employees and paid them to keep their lips sealed.

But far worse than a chronic philanderer, as far as the IRS was concerned anyway, he was a tax cheat. The moment they started breathing down his neck, asking about figures that didn’t add up, he installed me as CEO and fled, expecting me to take the fall in his absence.

He was back though, standing in his old office in plain sight. It took me a long time to recognise my new temp, by which point we were already on intimate terms. It was him! Not easy to tell beneath the surgery and the silicone and the inch of makeup, but it was undeniably him.

They’d changed everything about him, turned a 6’2” black guy into a lithe little blonde girl, but they’d not changed his eyes. All it would have taken were a pair of cheap contact lenses and I’d never have recognised him, even as his pussy bounced on my shaft.

Whoever his surgeons were, whatever share of the embezzled money he'd given them, they’d sure as hell earned it.

At first I was disgusted. He’d flirted his way through the interview, done far worse to land the position under me as a secretary, all to get some alone time with the incriminating paperwork stored in my office and a shredder. But the more desperate he seems, the more it turns me on. All it takes is dangling a box of evidence under his nose, and he became a subservient slut willing to do anything in exchange for it. I almost have him trained, like a pet.

He leans over the desk, his manicured index and middle fingers waling their way up my hard cock through my pants. “You just sit back and relax, sir, and let me take care of everything,” he purrs seductively.

But more than an easy fuck, he genuinely makes an incredible secretary. After decades of embezzlement, he knows his way around the books like the back of… well, maybe not the back of his hand, I think, as the delicate, feminised fingers tease down the zipper, slipping into my pants to grasp and pump my shaft. He angles himself as he gently strokes me, positioning his pale silicone breasts in my eyeline so that my focus is on them and not the boxes of evidence.

“…let…me…take…care…of…you,” he whispers softly with each pump, lowering his waxy, painted lips around the head of my cock as it twitches and throbs in his grip. Jets of hot cum paint the back of his throat.

Eventually he straightens, clearing his throat demurely as he swallows, wiping a sticky droplet from the corner of his mouth with one finger.

A single box of paperwork is all his delicate arms can carry but, with an unconcealed look of victory, he takes his prize, his ass wiggling out of my office and in the direction of the shredder in the basement.

And the best part? They’re photocopies.