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My New Secretary

By: NiteWriter



This is intended for adults 21 and over only. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of a sexual nature, please, don't read this or download it. If this is illegal wherever you are reading stop now.

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One thing I always wanted to do was to have my own business. A few months ago I finally decided to get started. It was a small distribution business. I was mainly the middleman arranging products to be shipped all over the country. I didn't have much of an overhead. And I didn't need an inventory, just an office where I could conduct my business and a place to hang my hat so to speak. 

At first I worked everything myself spending most of my day on the phone. I needed a client base. Then as my customers grew I was spending more and more time in the office. Between the phone calls soliciting new business, the calls arranging the orders and all the paperwork that went with it, I decided it was time to get some help. Hiring a secretary to handle all the paperwork was just what I needed. Then I could concentrate on my customers as well as contacting new ones.

I placed an ad in the paper and the following week began receiving phone calls about the position. I wound up with five interviews that next week. One of the applicants was this girl, Christine. She really impressed me. Honestly, the impression she made was more than in just her skills and qualifications to be my secretary. She was incredibly attractive. At thirty years old she was extremely self-confident with herself. That's what I wanted in the position. But I also kept thinking about how pretty she was with her long dark hair, dark complexion and curvaceous body. I knew I wanted her working in my office, Not that my expectation was for anything to happen between us, but she was just so damn pretty. So I decided to hire her. I called Christine, offered her the job, and she was ready to start work right away.

A few weeks went by and Christine was everything I knew she would be. She was extremely efficient and became quite an asset to the business. It didn't hurt either that I had such a lovely sight to look at. In fact, everyday I was anxious to see what she would be wearing next. Sometimes she would have on this really short skirt. It was easily half way up her thighs when she was standing. I had a hard time working that first day she wore it. When Christine sat down at her desk that tiny little skirt rode all the way up exposing her incredibly smooth thighs. I kept walking out of my office past her just so I could catch a glimpse of those legs. I'm sure she knew it too. Late that afternoon when I was on my way to the rest room, she conveniently decided to stand up as I passed. She swung her legs around from under her desk spreading them apart. She had to know I could see everything. 

There were quite a few other days too, that I'm sure she was being a tease to me. I would get these coy smiles, as she would simply lick her lips. And if she knew I could see out from my office, Christine would stroke her fingers up her leg. So many times she would bend over to a bottom file drawer letting her dress ride up. What a beautiful view I would get of her legs and thighs. Anytime I asked her into my office it seemed like she went out of her way to bend down in front me so I could see her breasts. I couldn't miss those frilly-laced bras she always wore. 

After the first week she began making remarks too. Comments that were making me crazy to the point that I began wondering if she really was trying to tease me or come on to me. On a warm day she'd say something like, "Oh, I'm so hot." Then she'd look at me smiling, almost grinning. Then late in the afternoon she'd comment, "don't you think it's warm in here?" She'd fan herself with some papers saying, "even my panties are wet." The rest of the afternoon all of could think about was her panties. And that drove me crazy. I was really believing that I hired a beautiful little cocktease. 

One day I had to leave the office for the afternoon. It was nothing unusual. I had done that a couple times before, leaving Christine holding down the fort. I was only gone a few minutes when I realized I had forgotten one of the files I needed. Upon returning to the office, I didn't see Christine when I entered, but I heard some movement in the bathroom. 

I went right to my office, which is a separate room adjacent where Christine has her desk. I was only a few minutes looking for the file I misplaced. When I was ready to leave again, as I approached the doorway, I could hear Christine. She was making a sort of moaning sound. Wondering what she was doing, I peeked through the partially cracked door. Christine was sitting at her desk with the chair pushed back. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist and her hands were working feverishly between her legs. Obviously she didn't know I had returned to the office. I stood there watching, staring at Christine as she was fingering herself. And from the sounds she was making, she was enjoying the self-stimulation allot. 

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. My secretary was playing with herself. As I stood there watching, I suddenly realized I was touching myself too. I was stroking my cock through my pants enjoying the feel of it growing harder and harder. 

When I hired Christine, I had fantasized many things about her. And I know she was teasing me the past couple weeks. Now, suddenly I was wondering what to do. Should I walk in on her? How will she react? All I know, is at that exact moment I wanted her. I wanted to touch her and feel her. I wanted to be the one fingering that pussy. And with my cock growing harder every moment, I wanted to fuck her. 

I looked back at Christine, after my momentary daydream of what to do. She was now standing, her back was to me, and her skirt was around her waist. I could see what she was wearing underneath, a skimpy string thong. I could see the thin strand going up the crack of her ass. And my God, what an ass. She was simply gorgeous. Her fingers were running from her cunt back underneath that thong to her asshole. She was masturbating herself and giving me quite an amazing show. I had to do something. I had to touch that gorgeous body. 

I walked quietly out of my office right over to her. My hands touched her hips. She jumped. "Oh my God," she cried out. That shocked look was all over her face. Christine certainly must have thought she was all alone. And now her boss was witness to her masturbating in the office. I could feel her embarrassment. So quickly I kissed her on the back of the neck and said, "Don't stop.' "You look incredible." Then I dropped to my knees and began caressing that beautiful ass. With her skirt still hiked up around her waist, I touched the soft skin of her behind. My face pressed against her skin feeling the smooth flesh of her buttcheeks. I kissed her there, enjoying the softness on my lips. Then I ran my tongue over her ass and nuzzled my face into her crack. This was like heaven. She was such a beautiful young thing. She felt so soft against my face. When I looked up, Christine was staring down at me. And then she whispered out, "Oh, yes." "Yes" "I love having my ass touched." "Don't stop." 

She moved her hands to the tight fitting thong around her body and slowly tugged it downward. My hand touched hers helping slide it down those soft silky legs. She stepped out of it. Then Christine unsnapped her skirt and that fell to the floor too. Now she stood there nearly naked before me. I stood up behind her pushing my body against hers. As I held her, she reached back between my legs feeling for my cock, then gripped it through my pants. She looked over her shoulder and stared deeply into my eyes.

"Oh, it's so hard," she murmured in such a sexy voice.

I unbuckled my trousers letting them fall down. Then my underwear quickly followed. Christine grabbed me again, squeezing my exposed hard shaft in her hand. "My God, you're so hard." And she began stroking it with her soft delicate fingers. 

She was driving me nuts. Her naked beauty was like seeing a goddess. Her touch was overwhelming. I wanted her...badly. She turned completely around and her mouth covered mine. I heard the soft whisper escape through her lips. "Oh, fuck me." "You have to fuck me." We kissed harder, deeply, until we were both nearly out of breath. 

And then again she begged. "Fuck me please." "Please..." 

Then a moment of silence... she stared at me... "In my ass." 

I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing. So many times I dreamed of burying my cock in a gorgeous piece of ass like hers. And now my pretty secretary was asking for it, begging for it. Her words were still ringing in my mind." "fuck me...in my ass." 


I knelt back down to kiss her rear end some more. I spread her with my hands, squeezed her butt cheeks and slowly pulled them apart exposing her tight little puckered hole. Momentarily I was mesmerized kneeling there, staring at this beautiful creature's anal hole and knowing I was about slide my cock in it. 

Again I put my face to her, right in her crack, my tongue licking through her soft wide-open crevice. She moaned out, actually cried out, "Oh my God... that feels so good." I licked her asscrack from top to bottom, over and over while she moaned almost deliriously. And when I touched her tight asshole with my tongue I thought she was going orgasm right then. She squirmed and shivered bucking her hips. But I held her tight while I licked and sucked on her anal hole.

I pulled on her asscheeks harder spreading her more. Her tight sphincter began stretching apart making a small little opening right in the center of her ass. I was getting emotionally crazed seeing her hole stretched like this and realizing she was letting me do it to her. I pulled just a little harder with a thumb on each side of her partially opened anus. Her ass widened even more. Christine was already half delirious from my licking, so I figured why stop now. I put my face right to her ass and shoved the tip of my tongue right into her opened puckered hole. I gave her a tongue fuck until I thought she would pass out from the intense feeling.

My cock had become so hard it felt like a steel rod. I backed off her ass and stood up. Again I kissed her. Despite the musky taste in my mouth, Christine kissed back so hard I thought she'd suck my tongue down her throat. Then grabbing her one leg, I positioned it up on the desk. My hand caressed up the back of her thigh and over her ass. Once more I kissed the back of her neck and whispered into her ear. "You've been teasing me all this time haven't you?" 

A soft sexy little "ahah," escaped from her lips. 

"You're just a little cocktease, aren't you?" 

I knew she was grinning.

"So you want it in the ass, huh?" 

She let out a soft whimpering little moan. "Oh yes" 

"Then I'm gonna fuck you." "Real hard." 

"Real hard in your tight little ass."

I reached for my cock moving it in between her cheeks. I slightly worked it down across her cunt. She was so wet and dripping, just right to lubricate my cock with her juices. Then I positioned the head right on her asshole. She cried right out, "Oh yes, do it." "Fuck my asshole." 

I pushed forward with my hips forcing my hard cock through her tight little puckered opening. Her anus instantly grabbed hold of my cock. I pushed more and felt it sliding into her deeper, further up into her ass. Christine was going crazy, "Oh yes, that's it." "Deeper" "Give it to me deeper." With one hand I grabbed her thigh that was up on the desk and put the other on her hip. Then I just pulled her to me planting my cock completely inside her. 

I gave her a few strokes back and forth fucking her deep. Christine almost lost her balance standing on one leg like that. So I pulled out and helped her to a kneeling position on the floor. Then I quickly squatted over her ass and in one motion drove my hard cock right down inside her. I have never had a feeling like that. Her tight anal hole split right open and gripped the base of my cock like something I can barely explain. It felt like her asshole was so firmly clamped around my cock that it was going to milk every last drop of cum out of me. 

I started pulling back, stretching the flesh of her hole outward, as it hugged my rigid cock. Then I drove it back in again slapping my hips hard against her butt. After a few times drilling her like that, I pulled out completely and quickly re-penetrated her asshole over again. She went wild when I did that. 

Christine was nearing the point where her tight rear entrance was used to my cock. Her hole was getting relaxed. She was really enjoying this allot. "Oh yes, fuck me." "Fuck my asshole." Her anal hole began staying open, remaining stretched wide as I pulled out. Her asshole was gaping at me, begging for my cock to slide back in. I started going faster, shoving my cock in harder. I was literally extracting my cock completely and ramming it back into her tight anal chute. I was reaming her asshole and I knew she felt every inch of me sinking deep into her rectum. 

"Deeper..." "Deeper..."

"Oh God Deeper..." 

She was obsessed with having her ass fucked by my cock.

"Oh fuck me deeper." "Ohhhhhh!!!" "Fuckkkkk!!!"

"Don't Stop!!!" "Oh please, don't stop!!!"

Needless to say, fucking her ass quickly became more than I could take. Seeing her gaping anal hole was making me more and more aroused. And Christine's constant moaning, begging for more of my cock in her ass added to my inability to hold back. My cock was no longer in my control. Christine's ass owned it now, and it wanted all of me, all of my cock and all of my cum. I pushed down on top of her burying my cock deep into her anal cavity and I knew she could feel it. I was at the breaking point. I couldn't hold back any longer. Even my words to her were getting hot and dirty. "Here it comes you hot little fuck." "Right in your tight slutty ass." 

She felt the throbbing and convulsing deep inside, as my cock began flooding her rectum with cum. She cried out near in tears, "Oh fuck, yes." "Cum in me." "Cum in my ass." "Oh, God..." 

I couldn't move. My cock was spasming like I've never experienced before. Christine was begging, crying, pleading for my cock and my cum. And now she was cumming too. Her body was totally overwhelmed. I wanted to drain every ounce of anal lust from her, but at that moment, I just wanted to leave my cock there, buried in her ass. Let it fill her rectum. Let her ass suck every bit of cum from me.

Then I started to regain my senses. I looked down at Christine kneeling there with my cock in her ass. She was still softly moaning. I pulled out. My cock glistened from a coating of cum and the moistness of her ass. Christine turned around to a sitting position on the floor. She had a big smile. 

"I love it in the ass." "That was so good." "You fucked me so good." 

She stood up and I took her in my arms. We kissed once more, deep and so very passionate. A kiss that seemed like it would never end. My hands were still caressing her, feeling all over her gorgeous body. I knew I still wanted more of her. I didn't have enough. Maybe she was a tease when we started, but now she was mine. My new secretary was going to have a whole new job description.

My New Secretary



So here's the scenario. I'm a 22-year-old male fresh out of a private college and now working here in Atlanta as a businessman. I can't complain, its what I really wanted to do with my life. I always worked hard in high school and college so that upon my graduation I could receive what I've always wanted which was money. I have wanted to be rich ever since I can remember. 

Every time I sit down and watch TV and see these rappers with all this money and cars and women everywhere. Which brings me to the main reason I wanted to be rich. I love women, not just like every other male does. Ya see I've been know to become obsessed with women that many men may not find attractive. Don't get me wrong, I love the sexy women of the world too, and never failed to throw it there way as well. I just have a hard time finding things wrong with women. If your clean and not too portly, chances are I'll find something about you that intrigues me even just a little. 

Like the one time in college I hooked up with the girl who was just in my room to study with me. Most guys didn't find her attractive, and neither did I, but for some reason I really wanted to see what my cum would look like on her face and glasses. So one night while studying I put the moves on her and you know the rest. It looked even better than I had imagined, though she was quite pissed that I pulled my dick out of her mouth and came on her face. Like I cared. 

But that's not the story I wanna tell you. Like I was saying, I work as a businessman in Atlanta, where the ratio of girls to guys is in my favor. When I got the job, I was given my very own office in a high-rise building, and I was also given my own secretary. I was sooo excited on the first day of work to meet my secretary, the woman I figured I would seduce and have eating outta my lap, literally. I got dressed in my finest suit looking quite good I might say and went off to work. 

Now, all jokes aside, I really am quite a decent looking man. I'm close to the definition of tall dark and handsome. I'm an Italian who has dark skin and eyes, and is still in great shape from my college athletic career. In fact when I was in college I used to get teased by all the girls who wanted me. They would come right out and say that they wanted me to my face. They did this because they thought that I never hooked up with anyone. And then when I'd hook up with them, they'd keep up the act so as not to alarm their friends that I was on the market. So basically I fucked around with girls but nobody ever thought I did a thing, and every girl thought they were the only one getting it. It was quite the set up.

So I get to work looking dapper and am introduced to my secretary who will be handling all my phone calls and mail and shit like that. Now I know I said I love women, but even I couldn't get down with this 63 year old grandmother. I just can't do it. The man who was introducing me, my boss Jim, said, "I'd like you to meet your secretary Judy. Judy has been here for 29 years and is planning on retiring in six months. But, she will be you're faithful secretary till then." 

'Great,' I thought in jest. Well at least I only have her for six months. I was soo ready for the sexy secretary who took care of ALL of my needs only to get this washed up woman. Over the next six months I worked well with Judy, and actually aside from pleasing me in any way sexually, she was very good to work with. 

Then Jim stopped by one day in December and reminded me that Judy was retiring at the end of the month. How I couldn't wait for that. I asked Jim if were going to be a part of the selecting committee for my new secretary. He said no, but that I should not worry cause he'll take care of me. "Give me a fucking break," is all I could think. "In a city like this, he better pick me something sexy or I'm gonna be pissed." After Judy's retirement party I had a week without a secretary before my new one started. All that Jim told me was that she was 21 years old and was going to be a "great little worker." Not like I cared how hard she worked.

The following Monday rolled around fast and when I got to work expecting to meet my new secretary, she wasn't even there. I called Jim's office to ask what the deal was, and he told me that she just had to fill out some forms down in the HR dept. and would be up around 11am. So I had 3 hours to do work and sit around waiting for her.

Around 10:30am I there was a knock on my door. Not expecting it yet to be her I yelled "come in" and kept my head down finishing the sentence I was in the middle of writing. But as I was about to end the person spoke to me first.

"Ah Mr. Anders?" the soft voice said in a sweet tone.

As I looked up from my desk to the woman standing in the doorway, all I could muster was a weak sounding, "Yeah, that's me."

"Hi. I'm Trisha your new secretary," said the woman as if she was unsure she was in the right location.

As she said this I was taking notice of her pretty face and sexy body and was hardly paying any attention to what she said. She was medium height, about 5'6", with long dirty blonde hair. She had tanned skin that looked as if she just got back from the Bahamas. Her face had only a little makeup, with dark brown eyes that made you feel as if you were falling into them, and pouty lips that were glistening from the glossy lipstick she was wearing. She was wearing a short sleeve white blouse with the first 3 buttons undone, and a black mini skirt. I couldn't see any cleavage, but I could tell she had an ample chest, maybe a large B or a small C. Her body overall was athletic in shape. Not what I would call a skinny girl but was not even close to being thick. Just solid is all I could tell. Her legs and arms appeared to be quite toned with not a ripple of fat to be found. 

As I came out of my daze I finally said, "Trisha did you say? Sorry Trisha I was just finishing up my report from last week." I got up from my desk and walked over to her shaking her hand welcoming her to the company. " Have a seat Trisha," I said.

"My name is Joseph Anders, but everyone calls me Joey." As I explained to her what I did and how she would be helping me, I couldn't help but occasionally take a peak at her body. Sometimes I would look down at her breasts, or sometimes I would go as far to look between her legs. Not that I could see anything, because her legs were pressed fast together. It was still exciting though. This is what I had been waiting for. I even think she caught me once or twice looking too. I didn't care though, I was in charge and she'd just have to get used to it. 

When I showed her to her desk, she sat down in her chair and I hovered over her introducing her to her phone and computer. I could now smell her perfume, which smelled something like the beach or morning rain. It was very fitting to her and got me even more excited. I also had a nice view down her shirt. I couldn't see too much, but I could now see a little bit of tanned cleavage and a few freckles. It was definitely too much. My dick wasn't even hard. It was as if it were on overload. 

I spent the rest of the day with her talking about the job and what she would be doing. When time came to go home she said, "Goodnight Mr. Anders. I'll see you tomorrow morning." 

"Joey!" I yelled back, "You can call me Joey." 

"OK," she said with a smile and a quick wave as she closed the door behind her.

I was now beginning to come out of shock. As I leaned back in my chair with my hands around my head, I could only think of the days to come, and how nice it was going to be to look at her everyday. Now in the mood, I surfed the net looking at some porn for an hour, and then when home. 

Trisha and I worked very well together for the next couple of weeks. Everyday she never failed to have a sexy outfit on that just made me go crazy. I knew she enjoyed the fact that I was looking so hard too. I never failed to tell her she looked pretty today or I like what you're wearing. Even a few of my clients commented on her. I think she probably made me a few more dollars just by being my secretary. Most guys would rather work with a guy with a secretary like Trisha than one like Judy. 

After a month of Trisha prancing in and out of my office on a daily basis, I was starting to go crazy. I wanted her soo bad. I just wanted to make love to her for hours. 

One Thursday in February I came in to work only to see her dressed in the same outfit she had worn the first day. The white blouse still had three buttons undone, though I wanted to ask her to undo the next one, but I figured this would lead to me just pulling my dick out of my pants and losing all control. She called into my office around 11 am and asked me if I had a second to answer two questions for her. Of course I told her to come on in to my office. She came in holding a paper and immediately started talking.

"OK. I have written the letter you asked me to write, but at the end of it I didn't know whether to sign it for you or let you sign it." 

"I should probably sign it," I said as she moved around me behind my left shoulder. She handed me the paper and I signed it. As I was turning back around toward her I was distracted from looking at her face at the last second by her blouse that now had 4 buttons undone. "Thank you," I said in a slow voice as I was still staring at the new cleavage that was now visible. Whether it was by accident or she did it on purpose, I could not take my eyes away from her sexy chest and now partially visible white satin bra. When I finally looked up, I could tell that she had obviously noticed what I was staring at. She had a little smirk on her face and was sticking the pen in her mouth. What could I do though, it was in my face and I'm a man after all. No man could have resisted.

"Oh, the second thing I wanted to ask," she said as she walked towards my door giving me a good look at a very tight ass, "is can you possibly take me home today after work. My car is being fixed and I can't pick it up till tomorrow morning." 

"Sure," I said. "We'll leave at 5."

"Sounds good to me," she said as she turned and walked out the door giving me yet another look at her ass. Her ass was slightly large for a girl her size, but very firm. Just the way most men want 'em.

I couldn't wait for work to end. I just wanted to get her in my car and then really get a good look at her as I was driving. With all those buttons undone I was sure to be hard as a rock the entire way to her home.

Around 4pm it began to rain outside, and it was raining hard. I was pissed for the first time ever that our company had parking garage attached to the building. I knew that Trisha didn't bring her jacket and I also knew that she had a white shirt and bra on. It almost made me hard just thinking about what would have happened if I were parked outside. 

When 5pm did roll around I put on my jacket, turned off my computer, and went out to get Trisha. She was still working on her computer when I snuck up behind her, and I figured this would be a good time to take another look down her shirt. To my dismay, only the top 3 buttons to her blouse were undone. I was pissed, now how was I gonna get off on the ride home, it was bad enough that I couldn't get her wet before I got her into the car.

"Hey you ready?" I said as I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Yep," she said, "just let me shut this baby down." "Did ya see it's raining like crazy out there? Good thing you're parked in the garage. I didn't even bring a jacket."

"Yeah," I said in an upset manner.

As I was taking her home, I occasionally took brief breaks from our conversation to glance down at her legs or her chest. Just hoping somehow that that 4th button would come undone. Trisha was explaining to me that she was not having me take her to her house, but to her grandmother's, which was closer. Not that I really cared, I just wanted to stare at her body. I could tell our journey was coming to an end though as we entered a neighborhood. 

"Fourth house on the right," she said. "Just pull out front and I'll run up to the door," as she kicked off her shoes. 

The rain was coming down in buckets as I pulled in front of her house. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to be the front door of her house, waiting to see what she in her white blouse and bra looked like by the time she made it to the door. She thanked me for the ride, opened the door and ran up to the house. 

As she got to the door I could tell that it was taking her awhile to get in. She knocked a couple of times, then she tried a key or two, rang the doorbell, and even seemed to yell once. All the time she was getting soaked by the second. Then after a few minutes she began to return to the car somewhat slowly as in disbelief. I rolled down my window and asked her what the problem was. As she approached the car she said, "I can't get in!"

When she leaned on the windowsill I could see that the rain had done exactly what I expected. My eyes felt as though they were gonna pop out of my head. Through her shirt I could just barely make out what I thought might be the outline of her areolas. But I blind man couldn't have missed the size of her nipples. Her nipples were poking out of her shirt so far, that the shirt could not even cling to her body around them. As I wiped the drool from my mouth I told her, "Get back in the car."

"I can't. Your car is leather, …..and I'm all wet," she said as she looked down at herself for the first time now realizing that she was showing through her shirt. She took her hands from the car and tried to cover her breasts.

"Just get in!" I said obviously not caring if she was going to get my car wet. "I can take you back to my place if you like, and then you can call until your grandma returns and then I'll bring you back."

"No, I don't want to bother you," she said as she looked up at me with her makeup slightly smudged and her lips looking more full than ever with the bits of rain glistening on them. She looked so sexy it was hard for me not to lean over and kiss her on the spot.

"Trust me, its not a problem," I said as we pulled away.

When we got inside my apartment, I threw my jacket over a chair and turned around to her. Trisha was still crossing her arms covering her wet shirt and hard nipples. 

"Would you like me to get you a dry shirt?" 

"No, I just gotta call my grandma."

"Phones on the desk. Can I fix you a drink?" I said as I walked to bar opening a new bottle of Crown Royal for myself.

"I'm only 19."

"Ooops…" I thought.

"But I'd love a rum and coke if ya got it," she said.

I began to mix her drink and mine, the whole time watching her across the room dialing a few times and then finally just leaving a message. She got up from the desk and walked over to the opposite side of the bar. I passed her drink to her and we toasted to ourselves. 

After we finished our second drinks Trisha finally took her hands down from her chest. Her shirt was still soaking wet, and her nipples were still just as prominent as before. I was passing Trisha another drink when I notice that somehow the 4th button on her shirt had again came undone. I don't know whether she did it, or it popped undone on its own, all I know is that right before me was Trisha's cleavage now glistening from the rain. I immediately felt my cock begin to thicken, growing tight against my pants.

"You know what," she said as my eyes were glued to her chest, "I think I will take you up on that offer of a dry shirt. This one's all wet and it's making my nipples hard."

"Did she say that?" I thought. I nearly spit out my drink. She was now looking up at me with the same smirk she had earlier in the day when she caught me looking at her. I told her to follow me, and I led her down the hall to my bedroom. The entire time my dick straining to break free. 

"A t-shirt will be fine," she said as we entered the room. I bent down in front of my dresser as Trisha took a seat on my bed. I was flipping through my shirts trying to decide which one to give her. God knows I wanted to give her a plain white one, but that would be too obvious. I found a nice gray MSU shirt and stood up to give it to her. 

When I turned around I was caught off guard when I realized that she had taken her shirt and skirt off and was just sitting on my bed in her white bra and white panties. I was frozen. I reached out the shirt to her. 

"I'll just wait outside, there's shorts in the top…"

"You don't have to leave," she said as she threw my shirt aside and took hold of my hand. "In fact, I was hoping that you would come and keep me warm." As she said this she pulled me on top of her body my arms still trying to keep our chests apart. She leaned up quick and began to kiss me. Her tongue was going deeper and deeper into my mouth as she pulled my body completely on top of hers. Her lips were as soft and delicious as they looked. I warm refreshing feeling was sent from her lips through my body. 

I rolled over pulling her on top of me, never breaking our locked lips from the deep and passionate kiss. Her legs were straddling mine, and I began to feel around her body with my one hand. I placed it on her back but moved it down to her soft ass, which was bare from the thong panties she was wearing. I squeezed her ass and felt the unbelievable firmness of it. 

I then moved my hand from her ass up to her breasts, which I had longed for from the moment I met her. I could feel her large hard nipples under the sating bra. I reached around and undid her bra letting her breasts fall to my chest that was now bare as she pulled my shirt over my head. I could feel her nipples pressed against my chest and could wait no longer to see and taste them. I rolled on top of her, removing my mouth from hers and began to kiss my way down to her firm breasts. I took a hard nipple into my mouth and began to massage the other with my fingers. Trisha was beginning to moan as I let the nipple fall from my mouth. I raised my head while placing both of my hand on her breast, and took in my first full view of her body. 

Her breasts were perfect. Not too big or too small with nice half-dollar sized areolas, and large hard nipples in the middle. She was beginning to rub her crotch against mine as I took the other nipple into my mouth. I began to kiss my way down her stomach towards her pussy; her light moans encouraging me to continue. 

When I got to the top of her white satin thong, I moved my attention to her legs and began to kiss the insides of her thighs. I kissed both legs all the way down to her still covered pussy. Then I kissed her pussy a few times tasting the moisture that was coming through her panties, and taking in the sweet smell that was coming from behind them. Her moans were increasing as reached up and slowly removed her thong. Now I knew that I was very lucky to be in this situation, but I had not realized till this moment that I had struck gold. Trisha's pussy was extremely sexy. Her pussy lips were full and wet. The best part was that she was completely shaved. Not a hair was to be found anywhere around or above her vagina. This turned me on to a different level.

I began to kiss and probe her vagina with my mouth, increasing the pace slightly as her moans grew louder. I inserted one and then two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. It was not a tight fit, but there was no way I was fitting three fingers in it. This made me wonder if my dick was going to be a problem. Not that I'm superman, but I am above average as far as dick size is concerned. 

After about ten minutes of eating her out she pulled my head up to hers, and then pushed me over on my back. She sat up on my thighs, and began to undo my pants, as she looked straight into my eyes. She pulled my pants off and then removed my boxers, immediately placing her hand on my extremely hard cock. She began to stroke my cock, but then lowered her head to it never breaking eye contact with me. At first she gave it a little kiss but then in what seemed like an instant, my entire cock was sucked into her mouth. Her lovely lips did wonders no other lips had ever done before. I couldn't help but moan a few times as she bobbed her head up and down my cock, each time taking most of it into her mouth. She paused twice to go down and lick my balls and then continued to suck my dick. After maybe four minutes of this intense sucking, I began to feel a quiver in my body and realized that I was about to cum. 




My New Secretary



"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum." I told her twice softly. But it was as if she didn't care and just kept sucking me off. She was sucking so hard that her lips were making sexy noises as they went up and down the shaft of my cock.

"I'm cummmmingggg," I said as I unloaded deep in her mouth. She moved her mouth to the head of my penis and sucked it all out of me. My head fell back on my pillow. I looked down at her as I felt her remove her mouth from my penis, just in time to see her happily swallow all that was collected in her mouth.

"I like the way you taste," she said now moving up towards me. 

"That was amazing," was all I could think to say.

"Thanks," she whispered as she began to kiss my ear. "Are you ready to go again?"

"With you, I'll always be ready."

As I said this I felt her hand grabbing hold of my hardening cock. She then pressed it against her pussy, and with two good tries the head of my cock had entered her still soaked pussy. We were in another deep kiss as my cock began sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy with each of her movements. She was fucking me slow until she began to start moaning, and then removed her lips from mine, sat up, and began fucking me hard. Her body was hovering over me as she cried wildly up towards the ceiling. My hands had free reign of her soft breasts and still hard nipples. I sat up and took one deep into my mouth as her moans grew louder and louder, and the pace grew faster and faster. She was moaning so loud I figured everyone in my building could here it. But of course I didn't care.

I brought her to what seemed like a climax from her moaning just as I was again beginning to feel myself coming close to eruption. I fell back on the bed with Trisha riding me harder than ever. I tried to fight it but couldn't and told her I was about to cum. 

"Cum in me. Cum in me," she moaned. 

I couldn't believe this, but was caught up in the moment and didn't care about what the repercussions might be. 

"I'm cumming," I whispered as I dumped a load as deep into her pussy as I could get it. My mind in a state of shock as my cock fell from within her now cum filled pussy. Trisha smiled, bent down and kissed me, and said, "I think we're gonna have a good time working together." 

With that I fell asleep. Trisha was still in my arms when we awoke a few hours later. I offered to take her to her grandmother's but also told her she was more than welcome to stay the night. Trisha said that her grandmother would be expecting her, and it was best for her to go there. I agreed and took her there. I gave her a kiss as she left the car for the door, and told her that I'd see her again in the morning. With a smile and a wave she said goodbye. I couldn't wait to see her the next day.

THIS IS MY FIRST SUBMISSION. PLEASE RESPOND. Let me know if I should bother writing another chapter to this story, or if I should write something different, or if I should never write again. 



My New Secretary



I was lost without my secretary. Angie had left me to get married, and she and her husband had left the area, and had also left me secretary-less for want of a better word.

I had advertised, but had not been satisfied with any of the applicants so far.

There was one, however, who seemed to have all the necessary qualifications apart from her age. She was forty-five against my own thirty-five, but I had been hoping for a good-looker like Angie had been.

I had not interviewed her as yet, but decided that I had little to lose. After all I needed someone else in my office, for telephone answering, typing, etc.

I telephoned her to ask her to come in, and she answered straight away, evidently being still at home and not in any other kind of employment.

But when I asked her to come in she replied by asking me one or two questions first, if I did not mind.

Firstly, she asked, how old was my last secretary?

Secondly, did she dress to please customers or was she a strictly business suit type?

(I wondered about this question, but shrugged it off.)

Thirdly, did I mind that she was married? (I told her that that was irrelevant.)

Lastly, did anyone else work there or was it just me?

We finally agreed that she should come in as soon as possible and that I would let her know immediately after the interview whether or not she was being considered.

An hour later (although she only lived five minutes away if she were to walk) there came a knock on my office door. Much to my surprise I saw a very attractive blonde standing there, who introduced herself as Stephanie - the first name of the mature applicant. I bade her enter and to take a seat, and to my further surprise I realised that she was wearing an extremely short mini-skirt, that her legs suited the brevity, and that although she was sitting with her knees together there was sufficient of a gap below her tight skirt to allow me to see that she wore stockings, as it had ridden up when she sat down. I asked her a few questions, and was extremely pleased with her answers - yes she could type, she was computer literate, she was pleasant in appearance and manner, and would be an asset to my business. But there was still that niggling doubt about her age. Weighing up the pros and cons in my mind I was hesitating, and she apparently sensed this as she looked me straight in the eye as she asked, "Is it that I'm too old?" but at the same time smiling. I momentarily looked down at her knees again (I had been fascinated by them ever since she first sat down) and, much to my extreme surprise her knees parted slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of pale flesh above the stockings. Again she asked me, "I am not too old, am I?" and as I wavered again her knees parted even wide, so that now I was looking straight up her skirt to where a hint of white panties could be seen. I looked up at her face to find she was still smiling, and as I looked down again her knees parted even more obscenely, as she hiked up the tight skirt slightly to allow her to do so. I was now looking directly at her white gusset framed by the pale thighs and the black stocking tops.

On seeing how she had really captured my attention she asked another question. "If I am offered the job and I accept, you would not require me to dress in a business suit or tights, would you?" 

Briefly she parted her legs even wide, hiking up her skirt to fully expose the crotch of her knickers, then close her knees together and tugged the skirt back into place.

My mind was made up. "The job's yours, Stephanie. When can you start?"

"Right away, if that suits you." she replied. "Where is my desk?"

I pointed to a desk facing mine. A traditional office desk with computer, screen, all accessories, and faced with a modesty panel.

Again I had a surprise. "I'm sorry, but I am not used to having a modesty panel in front of my desk. Would it be possible to have it removed?"

I must have looked a little astonished, for she said, "I'm sorry if I have shocked you, but I used to be my husband's secretary and we never had a modesty board between us so that he could see me all the time. But our daughter has now become his secretary so that she can gain experience, which is why I am now looking for other work until she goes to college. I have got used to being on full display, and I would feel claustrophobic if I were not sitting at a table-top with two drawers alongside. Mind you, our daughter has to endure the same lack of privacy. We think it will be good for her should she ever enter a job where the same conditions would apply. My husband says it will stop her from being embarrassed about allowing her knickers to be seen whilst she is at work."

I was beginning to wonder why I had not interviewed Stephanie earlier!

"Have you a screwdriver, please" she asked me.

Without realising why I handed one to her from my own desk, and to my delight she immediately knelt down and began to unscrew the panel. Once it was off, she walked round the desk so as to face me, then sat down on her chair and parted her knees once more!

"You are welcome to look, but not to touch, of course" she laughed as she tugged her hem higher once more to reveal her gusset, which now seemed to have a slightly damp patch appearing. "And I'll be wearing a different pair every day so you should get some variety, at least. I must warn you, though - some of them are less modest than others!"

As she had said, though. I was permitted to look but not to touch, and I kept to this understanding for the rest of the week, during which time I was able to observe her in black nylon knickers, lace ones, and silky ones.

But on the following Monday morning when she came in Stephanie asked me if I could allow her a big favour. When I enquired what it was she said that she and her husband had been talking over the weekend and wondered if their daughter, Candy, could come to spend one or two days with me in order to further her experience. "No pay required, of course," said Stephanie. "She just needs the experience."

When I agreed she was delighted, and immediately rang her husband to say so. 

When she put the phone down she said, "She'll be round in about ten minutes, if that is all right. But I must warn you beforehand. She wears even shorter skirts than I do, which means she never wears stockings, and her knickers are decidedly briefer, often to the point of being almost invisible! She will be using my desk, of course, as I would have to take her place with my husband. I assume that will be all right. After all, it will only be for a couple of days or so, and she is quite capable of coping with the work. But she usually sits in exactly the same way as I do, so you will be treated to a new view, although her exposure will be better than mine, as there will be less skirt to hide her knickers from view."

I told her she was welcome to spend a day or two with her husband. After all, we had caught up with work and any outstanding work was simply routine - anyone could handle it.

A few minutes later a knock came on the door, and Stephanie opened it, revealing a very attractive young girl of about eighteen, long legs, a micro-skirt which was only just long enough to cover her crutch, and a top which seemed to consist only of short sleeves with a piece of material meeting in the middle of her upper body in a knot. She could not have been wearing any bra underneath that!

Stephanie kissed her, and then introduced me to Candy, her daughter, who came straight up to me and gave me a similar kiss to that which she had just given her mother. Stephanie bade us goodbye, reminding Candy that she was to treat me no differently from the way she had treated her father in the office.

"You mean it is all right if he wants to look at my knickers?" she laughed. "Dad does so all the time! He says I wear much sexier ones than you do!"

Stephanie turned towards me as if to say that she was not disapproving of such talk, and then added, "And by the way - she has to be shaven there. You'll see why when she shows you how tiny they are sometimes. Her dad and I usually take turns in shaving her, as both she and I find it easier for someone else to do it for us - someone else can see better than we can trying to stand over a mirror for instance."

And with that she blew us both a kiss and left the office.

Candy smiled, and then turned to sit down behind the desk. "Ready?" she called to me as she sat down.

I sat myself down, and gazed quite deliberately beneath her desk as she started up the computer. Candy was sitting back looking at the screen, but openly spreading her knees, allowing her tiny skirt to ride up, revealing a minute scrap of white silk held in place by two slender threads. It could not have been more than an inch wide at the top and about two inches down to where it disappeared between her fleshy lips which protruded on either side of the narrowest part of the material.

She looked up at me, quite blatantly, as she said, "Do you like what I have on? Daddy calls them his favourites. I made them myself from the gusset of an old g-string. Mummy usually borrows them when she goes out with him to a party or similar, but I don't suppose she has shown you anything as daring, yet, has she?"

I adopted the same tone I was now used to using with Stephanie. That is, I was quite open with no inhibitions (neither had Stephanie) whenever I spoke, and as Stephanie and I had agreed always to call a spade a spade it meant that I did not have to mince any words or use words which might have a subtle meaning rather than a straightforward one.

"She hasn't," I said. "She always has her knickers on show, but she had never worn anything so revealing as those you have on - I can see most of your pussy, as you probably know, but I have never seen a hint of hers."

"I must see to it that she uses a pair of my crotchless ones some time, then," she laughed. "The ones Daddy usually calls my 'second best' ones, as he prefers these."

"I like them, too," I said to her.

"Only like? "she laughed. "Have you ever seen any as microscopic as these? My boyfriend says he has never seen any as tiny as these, and I usually have to tell him to be careful, as the threads holding the silk in place are fragile and could snap. Daddy is always very careful when he takes them off, and so is Mummy, but I am afraid that Danny sometimes can be rough, and I have to remind him before he removes them."

I was listening to all this in amazement. Candy was being more open than Stephanie had even been. But I was even more taken aback when she continued.

"So, please be careful whenever you take them down, won't you. Like you are when you take Mummy's down," she added.

"I've never taken your Mother's knickers down!" I said. 

"That's not what she tells Daddy," said Candy simply. "She tells him that you have never lost a day without taking her knickers off and playing with her pussy. Go on. Admit it. You have, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't." I answered, a little shocked, but also a little speculative about where this was leading.

"Well, why would she tell Daddy that?" she asked. "That was one of the reasons why Daddy wanted me to come here to work for you for a time. Not that he would object to your having sex with Mother, but in the hope that you might have sex with me, too!" 

I was taken aback even further. She was about to hand me sex on a plate, and with both her parents' consent!

"Mummy and Daddy are a little concerned, they said, that I am shortly going away to college, and have only had sex with two men so far, and one woman. Those were Danny, Daddy, and Mummy. That's what they meant when they said I should have some further experience. But you are going to take them off for me, aren't you?"

She stood up and placed herself at my side and lifted what tiny skirt there was to her waist.

Still almost in a daze I reached out and as gently as possible grasped the thread-like strings at her waist and carefully pulled them until they were on her thighs.

She gave a sudden laugh, then, and said, "Don't worry - I'm always mending them. Break the damn strings. It means that I shall have to take them home to repair them, so I will have none on at all for the rest of the day. You won't mind that, will you? Especially if you have fucked me first!"

"Go on! Break them! Please!" she said, as she began to straddle me.

I found it easy to do so, and as the delicate g-string fell away from her she sank down onto my lap, reaching for my zip as she did so and freeing my cock in a way which proved she was more experienced than she had been making out.

As soon as it was out she sank right onto it up to the hilt, my cock sliding in as it it were into melted butter, so lubricated was she. "This is how Daddy likes it," she said. "Danny prefers to be on top. But Mummy likes it this way, too, when she wears her strap-on double-dildo. But usually, then, Daddy puts his tool between us so that we can both lick it at the same time."

The effect of this talk had me so worked up that I could not help ejaculating there and then.

"I'm on the pill," she said. "Don't worry. Danny can't hold back for too long, either, although Daddy can." 

Just then the telephone began to ring, and Candy, hardly flinching, twisted round and picked it up.

"Good morning!" I heard her say. Then she listened for a short time and said, "Yes, I did." Then she took the received away to say to me, "It's Mummy. She wants to know if I have encouraged you to take my g-string off yet."

Then she returned to the telephone. "Yes I have," she continued, "and he's fucking me right this minute!"

Then she turned to me again and said, "Mummy wants to speak to you."

I put the receiver to my ear to hear Stephanie say, "About time, too. I gave you enough opportunities but you never took them up. At least Candy has brought you out of your shell. I never expected you to keep to your side of the bargain and not touch me. I wanted you to do so. Actually I am in the same position as Candy is, except that I am being fucked by Chas, my husband. I wanted you to do it all the time I was in your office, but I have had to be satisfied by Chas or Danny - whoever happened to be around. But Chas wants to speak to you."

Chas came on the phone. I was extremely apprehensive about what he was about to say, but to my utter surprise he came out with a proposition. "What say we share two secretaries? You have Candy one week, and I have Steph. Next week we change over and you have Steph and I have Candy. Agreed?"

I could not help but agree.

And that is how the situation now is. One week I have Candy, and the following week I have her Mother. They always put knickers on to begin with, as I have told them that I look forward to seeing what choice they have made, sometimes they even use the same ones the other wore the previous week. But now, every day, those knickers only stay on until we have finished our work for the day, when I get to take them off.



My New Secretary



When I bought the company I had the opportunity to pick my own personal secretary. So I asked HR to send up some suitable resumes for me to review. Thank you to the government because all of the files had copies of the candidate's driver's license – I get to see what they look like first.

I interviewed three but as soon as Marie walked in I knew who it was going to be. She was about thirty, and according to her license, five feet six and 120 pounds. She had a nice pair of tits and great legs which she showed off by wearing as mid-thigh length skirt. And she was single.

We chatted (and flirted) for a while as I asked her the standard questions and offered her the position. She agreed and would start the following day.

For the next six months I worked closely with her, enjoying her smell when we were close and watching her move around the office. She had a great ass as well. As time progressed, I actually began to believe that she was taunting me. But I always got a cold shoulder when I pushed a little. So I just decided to enjoy the view and beat off at night fantasizing about what she looked like under her clothes.

When my best friend Stan decided to marry his long time sweetheart, we all decided that a bachelor party of the first magnitude was in store for him. He was so straight and so pussy whipped that it might just give him a new lease. So one of the guys arranged for us to get a limo and go to this strip club about forty miles away. The idea was for us to be far enough away that we could let loose and not worry about being seen.

We arrived about 8:30 Saturday night to this little place on MLK Highway in Pompano called the Booby Trap. One of the guys said he came their regularly when he was on the road. The girls where real nice and friendly and the food was pretty good too. They set us up right next to the stage and brought along a round of drinks and then another as we watched the girls strip and flaunt their pussies. On the most part the girls where nice looking and built well. Some had obviously had the tits done, but who cared. About 9:30 there was a shift change and a new group of girls hit the floor. A half dozen went straight for our table and started working the guys with lap dances and tits in their faces. They just stayed nude on at the table after each dance because there was always the next guy. 

"Want a dance handsome" someone asked from behind me. When I turned around to see who had this great sexy voice I was instantly excited. She had on a micro mini bikini covered by a see-thru robe that went down to her knees. The outfit didn't leave much to the imagination. I just stared at this incredible body and nodded yes. She came around, pulled off her cover and started on me. She squatted down and put her head between my legs and butted my now hard dick with her nose and her cheek. Then she stood and stripped everything off and spread her legs. She had the most amazing pussy. Shaved clean, large labia, and they were extended. Just the kind you want to bury face in.

"Let's go somewhere a little more private and play" she cooed. We stood up. She took me by the hand and paraded me to the VIP lounge as if I was big game. She was naked as could be and as we walked by guys would pat her ass. We found a couch in the corner and closed the curtains. We did the money thing and she told me I wouldn't be disappointed. When the waitress came with the wine and left the curtain open, I saw Marie walk by totally nude with a guy. They were coming from one of the other couches and she was pretty sweaty and he was massaging her left tit and her ass as they walked. She wasn't doing anything except smiling at him. There was a whole other side to my secretary and I was going to make use of it – a lot of use.

Meantime the waitress left and the stripper pulled off my belt, opened my pants and grabbed my dick. She knelt down and started giving me one of the greatest blow jobs ever "just to get me ready" she said. She stood up and straddled my legs with my dick sticking straight up. She leaned over and said:

"I like to fuck, and you have a nice cock." 

She found a condom from somewhere and rolled it on with her mouth. Fucking amazing woman. Then, in one swift motion, she buried me all the way to my balls in her hot pussy. She was already so wet that it went in like a hot knife through butter. Then she rode me and rode me till I couldn't hold back. She stood up and stuck my precum and cunt juice covered dick into her ass and finished me off. What an amazing fuck. 

We drank some wine and she gave me another fabulous blow job and I fucked her ass again. After I came the second time she stood up and announced that our time was up and that I should get dressed while she went and cleaned up. 

That night I slept like a baby and had a fantasy dream about Marie.

That next Monday morning I called Marie into my office first thing.

"I will have to let you go Marie" I said with as stern a face as I could muster. My mind, on the other hand, had something else planned.

"What have I done to make you want to fire me" she cried. "Aren't you happy with my work? I am trying very hard and I thought I was doing a good job!"

"It isn't about your work. In fact your work is just fine and your demeanor and attitude is fine. The staff like you and the customers like you." I replied.

"Then what?" She was on the verge of tears.

I lowered the boom. "When you signed on here, there where a couple of rules that were not to be broken. You broke one of them and it is cause for dismissal. You understood that when you signed your paperwork."

"What did I do that was so bad?" she was crying pretty hard at this point.

"You have been guilty of activities that reflect badly on the company should anyone know that you work here - especially in my office. I can not have that – we have worked to hard for our reputation."

"Please sir, tell me what I have done to make you so angry with me." She was sobbing uncontrollably.

"I have learned that you are a nude dancer at some club in Pompano called the Booby Trap and that they have private rooms for more intimate contact with customers. You have been seen coming and going from those rooms in various states of undress. Money changes hands in those private rooms. In my book that could be called prostitution and is cause for dismissal."

"Please let me explain before I leave. I am in desperate financial trouble and I was forced into dancing and whatever. I have been doing that two nights a week for the last four months because my ex-boyfriend left me with a $50,000 loan from the guy that owns this place He got my signature on a mortgage on my house. He also used my credit cards and ran up about twenty-five thousand dollars in charges. It was supposed to be a new business he was starting. It turns out he was blowing it on girls and drugs. I didn't know what to do so when the owner offered for me to work it off I agreed. I have paid down about four thousand already. Please don't fire me, I need my job to live on while I work this stuff off. I'll do anything you say, but please don't fire me!"

"Look Marie, I would really like to help you somehow but $75,000 is a lot of money."

"If you could help me by letting me stop working at that club, I would do anything you ask. I could work more hours so I could pay off the debt with you."

"Let me see if I understand. You are willing to work overtime doing whatever I want so long as you can pay us instead of the owner of the club and the credit card companies. You want us to advance you the money to pay them off. Would you be willing to give us the same kind of collateral as they have?"

"Of course, sir, and anything else you want. Just let me stop having to work there." She got down on her knees and crawled over to me. "I am begging for your help and my job."

"Marie, you are a very attractive woman. I could use that in my efforts to build the company. If you help me by doing whatever is necessary to secure new business, I will give you a new position that has more responsibility and much more money. But if you renege on anything I ask I will fire you immediately and foreclose on your home. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir, and thank you."

"Don't thank me yet" I said. She had no idea what I am planning.

"Here is my proposal – take it or leave it. As of tomorrow, you will become my very personal assistant with a new title and $500 per month pay increase. It will require long hours of hard work with me here or wherever I must travel. That means you will be traveling with me on overnights. It will mean you will be sharing a room with me and that we will have sex wherever and whenever I say so. It will mean giving your favors to others that I designate one at a time or more than one at a time. It will mean, in short, that in addition to your administrative duties you will become my sex slave. In exchange, for every such favor, other than me, I will pay you $1,000 as a sales bonus if the designated individual is fully satisfied. I will not charge any interest on your loan so that you can pay it back as fast as possible. When it is paid off, you can leave the company or stay. If you stay, it will be as my sex slave and personal assistant under the same terms and conditions. It that agreeable to you."

She was in total shock as I laid it all out. But as I got more and more graphic about what was expected I could see her flush. She stood up and sat down in the chair next to my desk. She let her skirt slide up so I could see the tops of her stockings.

"Yes sir. I agree."

"Tomorrow morning when you come in I will have a contract for you to sign as well as mortgage documents and any other items legal says I will need. When you have signed them and they have been filed you may begin looking for a replacement for your current position from the pool. Make sure she is single and attractive – someone that might be agreeable to work and play very closely with us. Then I want you to find an apartment here in town that is suitable for entertaining customers or guests and have it furnished and decorated. I want you to move some of your things into the apartment and I will leave some things for you to pack at my apartment and bring there is well. Now, here is a company credit card and a key to my home. I want you to purchase some new clothes that befit your new position. Shorter skirts and more revealing blouses. Do not bother with underwear, you will not be wearing any – not here or at the apartment. And, finally, you may now call me Jack instead of sir or Mr. Helsey. Any questions?"
 "I am honored that you will trust me with that much money. I have learned a few things working at the Club. May I do something this evening for you to show my appreciation and my willingness to do whatever it takes to make you happy with me and proud of what I am willing to do for you?"

"What did you have in mind?"

She stood and walked around to my side of the desk. She took off her blouse and unzipped her skirt leaving herself in a demi-bra, stockings and a sheer thong. She unhooked her bra and released her gorgeous tits. She sat down on the desk and spread her legs showing how wet she had become.

"Would you like to taste what you have coming?" she cooed and pulled her thong down over her legs and dropped it in my lap. Her pussy was cleanly shaved and obviously moist. She shuttled her ass to the edge of the desk and pulled her heals up onto the desk spreading her legs even wider and opening her pussy fully. She was literally dripping. I leaned between her legs and started licking her from her asshole to her clit in long strokes. As I continued she moaned her appreciation of my tongue.

"You are so good at that - your tongue is wonderful. I am going to really enjoy working with you Jack. Whatever you do right now, however, don't stop eating me!"

I continued licking her and nibbling on her clit and her engorged pussy lips. With each bite she groaned in pleasure. Her hips started pushing forward with each touch to her pussy. She grabbed my head and pulled it forward. I stuck my tongue as far into her as I could. I was greeted with her orgasm and a splash of the most delicious juice I have ever tasted – and I have tasted a lot. She pushed me away and got down on her knees between my legs. She undid my belt and unzipped my fly.

"Stand up" she ordered. I did and my pants fell to the floor.. She pulled down my shorts and there I was, tall and proud and hard as I can ever remember. I am pretty big as things go – about 10 inches long and about three inches across. And my dick head is large.

"Oh my god you are soooooo beautiful and sooooo big" she squealed. She stroked it slowly as she licked my tip with her tongue outstrectched. Then she took me all into her mouth and down her throat. The feeling was amazing. She kept at it, stroking and sucking me all the way down her throat until I couldn't take any more.

"I going to cum" I said.

"Give me all you have I want to taste you!"

And I unloaded in her throat. She gulped and swallowed and chocked, but she kept it all inside. She came off my cock and licked her lips.

"Jack, no matter what you want me to do, as long as I can have this beautiful dick to play with and you use it to fuck me, it will be worth everything else you want me to do. I am really going to enjoy working under you!"

She stood up and walked out of my office stark naked. Good thing everyone had already gone home. She came back with a wet and dry towel. She wiped me down slowly and carefully and dried me as well. I couldn't believe it, I was hard again.

"Oh goody" she whispered " more for Marie!"

She straddled my lap and slowly worked me into her pussy. She was very tight, but then again most women were the first time with me. In and out she pushed and pulled going deeper with each motion. Finally she had me all the way in. I could feel her cervix hitting the tip of my dick. I pumped her a little and she started to moan. She started to lift and drop on my lap burying me with each stroke and slamming me into her. Each time she bottomed out, she would gasp with pleasure. Her pussy was hot and wet around my dick – like an oven - and she was breathing hard as she played with her clit while riding me up and down..

"O0ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh my god is that fabulous. Just let me get used to it some more. It feels so good being this full. I have never .... Oh Jack – just fuck me stupid!"

I stood up with her still impaled on my incredibly hard dick. I sat her on the desk, grabbed her knees and pushed her legs as wide apart and as far back toward her head as I could. She leaned back on her elbows and thrust her hips at me burying me once again in her steaming channel. I went nuts pounding her pussy with long strokes faster and faster. She was gasping for breath in between each stroke and groaning as I pulled out. I felt the walls of her pussy grasp my dick in a vise as she made a primeval groan and came. Her walls pulsed and I continued to pound away. She went from one orgasm to the next as I slammed my dick in and out. Finally, I couldn't take any more. She was so tight around me I just had to let go. When I came, she came twice more in quick succession. I thought I was unloading a gallon of cum. I just kept spurting and spurting and her pussy walls kept milking my dick until I was totally drained. 

"Oh man was that incredible Jack. I have never been so totally fucked in my whole life. You are amazing with your beautiful tool. I must of cum twelve times. Thank you – thank – thank you. I am your willing sex toy and slave."

As so our trip into depravity began. Marie, the hottest, most sexually attractive women I have ever been with, wanted me to fuck her stupid and my dick always seemed to sense it.

To be continued...



My New Secretary



(This story is one of my old ones, which I have recently re-discovered, and so I am now adding it to my current list of submissions. Hope it still appeals as much as it originally did.)

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I was lost without my secretary. Angie had left me to get married, and she and her husband had left the area, and had also left me secretary-less for want of a better word.

I had advertised, but had not been satisfied with any of the applicants so far.

There was one, however, who seemed to have all the necessary qualifications apart from her age. She was forty-five against my own thirty-five, but I had been hoping for a good-looker like Angie had been.

I had not interviewed her as yet, but decided that I had little to lose. After all I needed someone else in my office, for telephone answering, typing, etc.

I telephoned her to ask her to come in, and she answered straight away, evidently being still at home and not in any other kind of employment.

But when I asked her to come in she replied by asking me one or two questions first, if I did not mind.

Firstly, she asked, how old was my last secretary?

Secondly, did she dress to please customers or was she a strictly business suit type?

(I wondered about this question, but shrugged it off.)

Thirdly, did I mind that she was married? (I told her that that was irrelevant.)

Lastly, did anyone else work there or was it just me?

We finally agreed that she should come in as soon as possible and that I would let her know immediately after the interview whether or not she was being considered.

An hour later (although she only lived five minutes away if she were to walk) there came a knock on my office door. Much to my surprise I saw a very attractive blonde standing there, who introduced herself as Stephanie - the first name of the mature applicant. I bade her enter and to take a seat, and to my further surprise I realised that she was wearing an extremely short mini-skirt, that her legs suited the brevity, and that although she was sitting with her knees together there was sufficient of a gap below her tight skirt to allow me to see that she wore stockings, as it had ridden up when she sat down. I asked her a few questions, and was extremely pleased with her answers - yes she could type, she was computer literate, she was pleasant in appearance and manner, and would be an asset to my business. But there was still that niggling doubt about her age. Weighing up the pros and cons in my mind I was hesitating, and she apparently sensed this as she looked me straight in the eye as she asked, "Is it that I'm too old?" but at the same time smiling. I momentarily looked down at her knees again (I had been fascinated by them ever since she first sat down) and, much to my extreme surprise her knees parted slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of pale flesh above the stockings. Again she asked me, "I am not too old, am I?" and as I wavered again her knees parted even wide, so that now I was looking straight up her skirt to where a hint of white panties could be seen. I looked up at her face to find she was still smiling, and as I looked down again her knees parted even more obscenely, as she hiked up the tight skirt slightly to allow her to do so. I was now looking directly at her white gusset framed by the pale thighs and the black stocking tops.

On seeing how she had really captured my attention she asked another question. "If I am offered the job and I accept, you would not require me to dress in a business suit or tights, would you?" 

Briefly she parted her legs even wide, hiking up her skirt to fully expose the crotch of her knickers, then close her knees together and tugged the skirt back into place.

My mind was made up. "The job's yours, Stephanie. When can you start?"

"Right away, if that suits you." she replied. "Where is my desk?"

I pointed to a desk facing mine. A traditional office desk with computer, screen, all accessories, and faced with a modesty panel.

Again I had a surprise. "I'm sorry, but I am not used to having a modesty panel in front of my desk. Would it be possible to have it removed?"

I must have looked a little astonished, for she said, "I'm sorry if I have shocked you, but I used to be my husband's secretary and we never had a modesty board between us so that he could see me all the time. But our daughter has now become his secretary so that she can gain experience, which is why I am now looking for other work until she goes to college. I have got used to being on full display, and I would feel claustrophobic if I were not sitting at a table-top with two drawers alongside. Mind you, our daughter has to endure the same lack of privacy. We think it will be good for her should she ever enter a job where the same conditions would apply. My husband says it will stop her from being embarrassed about allowing her knickers to be seen whilst she is at work."

I was beginning to wonder why I had not interviewed Stephanie earlier!

"Have you a screwdriver, please" she asked me.

Without realising why I handed one to her from my own desk, and to my delight she immediately knelt down and began to unscrew the panel. Once it was off, she walked round the desk so as to face me, then sat down on her chair and parted her knees once more!

"You are welcome to look, but not to touch, of course" she laughed as she tugged her hem higher once more to reveal her gusset, which now seemed to have a slightly damp patch appearing. "And I'll be wearing a different pair every day so you should get some variety, at least. I must warn you, though - some of them are less modest than others!"

As she had said, though, I was permitted to look but not to touch, and I kept to this understanding for the rest of the week, during which time I was able to observe her in black nylon knickers, lace ones, and silky ones.

But on the following Monday morning when she came in Stephanie asked me if I could allow her a big favour. When I enquired what it was she said that she and her husband had been talking over the weekend and wondered if their daughter, Candy, could come to spend one or two days with me in order to further her experience. "No pay required, of course," said Stephanie. "She just needs the experience."

When I agreed she was delighted, and immediately rang her husband to say so. 

When she put the phone down she said, "She'll be round in about ten minutes, if that is all right. But I must warn you beforehand. She wears even shorter skirts than I do, which means she never wears stockings, and her knickers are decidedly briefer, often to the point of being almost invisible! She will be using my desk, of course, as I would have to take her place with my husband. I assume that will be all right. After all, it will only be for a couple of days or so, and she is quite capable of coping with the work. But she usually sits in exactly the same way as I do, so you will be treated to a new view, although her exposure will be better than mine, as there will be less skirt to hide her knickers from view."

I told her she was welcome to spend a day or two with her husband. After all, we had caught up with work and any outstanding work was simply routine - anyone could handle it.

A few minutes later a knock came on the door, and Stephanie opened it, revealing a very attractive young girl of about eighteen, long legs, a micro-skirt which was only just long enough to cover her crutch, and a top which seemed to consist only of short sleeves with a piece of material meeting in the middle of her upper body in a knot. She could not have been wearing any bra underneath that!

Stephanie kissed her, and then introduced me to Candy, her daughter, who came straight up to me and gave me a similar kiss to that which she had just given her mother. Stephanie bade us goodbye, reminding Candy that she was to treat me no differently from the way she had treated her father in the office.

"You mean it is all right if he wants to look at my knickers?" she laughed. "Dad does so all the time! He says I wear much sexier ones than you do!"

Stephanie turned towards me as if to say that she was not disapproving of such talk, and then added, "And by the way - she has to be shaven there. You'll see why when she shows you how tiny they are sometimes. Her dad and I usually take turns in shaving her, as both she and I find it easier for someone else to do it for us - someone else can see better than we can trying to stand over a mirror for instance."

And with that she blew us both a kiss and left the office.

Candy smiled, and then turned to sit down behind the desk. "Ready?" she called to me as she sat down.

I sat myself down, and gazed quite deliberately beneath her desk as she started up the computer. Candy was sitting back looking at the screen, but openly spreading her knees, allowing her tiny skirt to ride up, revealing a minute scrap of white silk held in place by two slender threads. It could not have been more than an inch wide at the top and about two inches down to where it disappeared between her fleshy lips which protruded on either side of the narrowest part of the material.

She looked up at me, quite blatantly, as she said, "Do you like what I have on? Daddy calls them his favourites. I made them myself from the gusset of an old g-string. Mummy usually borrows them when she goes out with him to a party or similar, but I don't suppose she has shown you anything as daring, yet, has she?"

I adopted the same tone I was now used to using with Stephanie. That is, I was quite open with no inhibitions (neither had Stephanie) whenever I spoke, and as Stephanie and I had agreed always to call a spade a spade it meant that I did not have to mince any words or use words which might have a subtle meaning rather than a straightforward one.

"She hasn't," I said. "She always has her knickers on show, but she had never worn anything so revealing as those you have on - I can see most of your pussy, as you probably know, but I have never seen a hint of hers."

"I must see to it that she uses a pair of my crotchless ones some time, then," she laughed. "The ones Daddy usually calls my 'second best' ones, as he prefers these."

"I like them, too," I said to her.

"Only like?" she laughed. "Have you ever seen any as microscopic as these? My boyfriend says he has never seen any as tiny as these, and I usually have to tell him to be careful, as the threads holding the silk in place are fragile and could snap. Daddy is always very careful when he takes them off, and so is Mummy, but I am afraid that Mike sometimes can be rough, and I have to remind him before he removes them."

I was listening to all this in amazement. Candy was being more open than Stephanie had even been. But I was even more taken aback when she continued.

"So, please be careful whenever you take them down, won't you. Like you are when you take Mummy's down," she added.

"I've never taken your Mother's knickers down!" I said. 

"That's not what she tells Daddy," said Candy simply. "She tells him that you have never lost a day without taking her knickers off and playing with her pussy. Go on. Admit it. You have, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't." I answered, a little shocked, but also a little speculative about where this was leading.

"Well, why would she tell Daddy that?" she asked. "That was one of the reasons why Daddy wanted me to come here to work for you for a time - not that he would object to your having sex with Mother, but in the hope that you might have sex with me, too!" 

I was taken aback even further. She was about to hand me sex on a plate, and with both her parents' consent!

"Mummy and Daddy are a little concerned, they said, that I am shortly going away to college, and have only had sex with two men so far, and one woman. Those were Mike, Daddy, and Mummy. That's what they meant when they said I should have some further experience. But you are going to take them off for me, aren't you?"

She stood up and placed herself at my side and lifted what tiny skirt there was to her waist.

Still almost in a daze I reached out and as gently as possible grasped the thread-like strings at her waist and carefully pulled them until they were on her thighs.

She gave a sudden laugh, then, and said, "Don't worry - I'm always mending them. Break the damn strings. It means that I shall have to take them home to repair them, so I will have none on at all for the rest of the day. You won't mind that, will you? Especially if you have fucked me first!"

"Go on! Break them! Please!" she said, as she began to straddle me.

I found it easy to do so, and as the delicate g-string fell away from her she sank down onto my lap, reaching for my zip as she did so and freeing my cock in a way which proved she was more experienced than she had been making out.

As soon as it was out she sank right onto it up to the hilt, my cock sliding in as if it were into melted butter, so lubricated was she. "This is how Daddy likes it," she said. "Mike prefers to be on top. But Mummy likes it this way, too, when she wears her strap-on double-dildo. But usually, then, Daddy puts his tool between us so that we can both lick it at the same time."

The effect of this talk had me so worked up that I could not help ejaculating there and then.

"I'm on the pill," she said. "Don't worry. Mike can't hold back for too long, either, although Daddy can." 

Just then the telephone began to ring, and Candy, hardly flinching, twisted round and picked it up.

"Good morning!" I heard her say. Then she listened for a short time and said, "Yes, I did." Then she took the received away to say to me, "It's Mummy. She wants to know if I have encouraged you to take my g-string off yet."

Then she returned to the telephone. "Yes I have," she continued, "and he's fucking me right this minute!"

Then she turned to me again and said, "Mummy wants to speak to you."

I put the receiver to my ear to hear Stephanie say, "About time, too. I gave you enough opportunities but you never took them up. At least Candy has brought you out of your shell. I never expected you to keep to your side of the bargain and not touch me. I wanted you to do so. Actually I am in the same position as Candy is, except that I am being fucked by Ben, my husband. I wanted you to do it all the time I was in your office, but I have had to be satisfied by Ben or Mike - whoever happened to be around. But Ben wants to speak to you."

Ben came on the phone. I was extremely apprehensive about what he was about to say, but to my utter surprise he came out with a proposition. "What say we share two secretaries? You have Candy one week, and I have Steph. Next week we change over and you have Steph and I have Candy. Agreed?"

I could not help but agree.

And that is how the situation now is. One week I have Candy, and the following week I have her Mother. They always put knickers on to begin with, as I have told them that I look forward to seeing what choice they have made, sometimes they even use the same ones the other wore the previous week. But now, every day, those knickers only stay on until we have finished our work for the day, when I get to take them off.