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Secretary Extraordinaire

By: pbidude



It all started on what I thought was going to be the worst day of my life. I was pitching a huge client for our company, and I wasn't as prepared as I had hoped to be. I had stayed up all night working hard in my office, and fell asleep at my desk. Fortunately, being a senior vice president does have its perks, and I have a small private washroom that connects to my office. I keep several changes of clothes in there, so I went in, took a shower, shaved, and got dressed to face the day.

Around 8:30, Jennifer came in to my office. She was reading some papers as she walked in, and when she got closer to my desk to lay them in my inbox, she finally looked up to see my in my chair. 

"Shit!" she screamed, and then realized it was me. "Sorry Mr. Davies, I didn't expect to see you here so early, you scared me." Normally, she wouldn't see me here before 9:00, since I always have to fight the traffic, and I just can't seem to pull myself out of bed as early as I used to. Not that I'm old; in fact, I'm the youngest executive in the firm, and I can still run circles around some of my younger staff. I still work out regularly; but with my short blond hair starting to show streaks of gray around the temples, I am certainly no spring chicken.

"Humph" I was still sort of out of it. But right then, I caught just the slightest hint of her perfume, and I became instantly more alert. The women of the office were discouraged from wearing perfume by the Human Resources department. There wasn't a rule against it, but they did make sure that every female heard it before they started working here. I guess H.R. thought that with all the women wearing perfume, no men would ever do any real work. Ha , I thought to myself, how right they were. 

"Sorry Jen, I was here all night. I'm meeting with the new clients this afternoon, and I was up late working on the proposal. And that reminds me, do you have the copies I asked for yesterday?"

"Yes, they're at my desk. I'll go get them for you." She dropped the papers she'd been carrying into my inbox, and turned on her heel to go back to her desk. When the door to my office is open, like it usually is, I can see her desk from mine. Many a day I have been guilty of looking over her perfect body and she does trivial office work, lusting after her with all the thoughts of a horny school boy. My eyes shot to her feet as she walked away. She was wearing her favorite black heels, the ones that made her calves look like they were sculpted by gods. She had amazing legs. My eyes made a slow migration up those beautiful walkers to her perfectly round ass. She was wearing a dark gray skirt suit today, and it drove me nuts. She must have had it tailored specifically for her, because it showed off her every asset, and hid any flaw that may have existed. Not that I believed her body was anything less than perfect. My cock started to come alive as she reached her desk, because as soon as she did, she bent over without delay to grab the copies I had asked for. I don't normally see her do that, so my mind was racing. Is she showing off for me? She never does that. In fact, she's always been a model of professionalism, not that I would mind if she wasn't. At least not with me. 

As she was bent down, I could see her white silk blouse open up ever-so-slightly, giving me just a peak at her cleavage. By now, my cock was really getting aroused, so I tried to shift in my seat so it wouldn't be so obvious to her. Then, she stood up, and I saw her like I had never seen her before.

She was 27 years old, and in amazing shape. At 5'4" and barely tipping the scales at 105#, she was a little on the short side, but also slim and petite enough so that she was completely proportionate. There could not have been an ounce of fat on her. She had her shoulder length, bright red hair pulled back, and twisted up, in one of those clips that always keep men guessing how they are used. Gorgeous blue-green eyes and half a dozen freckles on her ivory cheekbones made her Irish heritage obvious, but it was her magnificent breasts that drew the most attention from men. I was never really sure whether she was a full B cup, or a small C, I guess only Victoria knew that secret. But round and perky they were, and they always filled out her suit jackets. Company policy is to always wear the jacket, so I had never seen them pressing against her silk blouses, begging to be let free. It was a sight that only my mind's eye had been privy to. But here she was, slowly tracing her way back towards me, and I was almost fully aroused.

"I got you two hundred copies like you asked for, Mr. Davies. I also put your presentation onto a CD for you, and went ahead and re-checked the reservation for your conference room this afternoon at 3:00." She put down the box and looked deep into my eyes. Was that a different look than she'd ever given to me?  I couldn't be sure, but adrenaline started pumping into my veins anyway.

"Thanks Jen. And how long have you worked for me now?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Wow, since right after I moved here, so that would be almost two years."

"Exactly. I think that we've worked together long enough now for you to call me Michael. Actually, make it Mike." I paused, feeling strange being so formal. I tried to regain myself. "I mean, you know, at least when you are in my office. Outside of here, it's still company rule to call me Mr. Davies, but I think we're past all of that formality now."

"Yes, Mr. ...I mean, Mike." She let a little giggle out, almost like a teenage girl. At once, I could tell she was embarrassed by the gaffe, and she blushed. "Sorry, that was strange hearing myself say that for the first time. I like it though. Thank you, it will make our work relationship a little easier on me, I think." 

She paused; and put her ass up to the edge of my desk. At first, I wasn't sure what she was doing, but she propped herself up onto the edge, and crossed her legs and then gave me a look I'll never forget. "You really need to relax before this presentation. I know how important this is to the partners, and I know you take that responsibility very seriously. Besides, if you keep your job, then I keep working for you, right?" I nodded, not sure where she was going with this, but excited that she was sitting on my desk in the exact same pose I had often fantasized about. "And since I really love working for you, I think you need to keep working here. Let me help you relax a little bit."

With that, she jumped off the desk and onto the floor. She walked over to the door to my office, and shut it slowly. The lights in my office don't dim, but they do have individual controls, so she reached over and turned out all but one. As she came back toward me, she unbuttoned her jacket, and placed it on the couch opposite my desk.

"I'm sure you're super tense from working all night. Besides, sleeping here can't be good for your back and neck." She slid my jacket off of my shoulders, and began kneading her delicate fingers into my neck. I pulled the jacket off the rest of the way, and flung it toward the coat hook on the wall. It didn't come close to making it, but I didn't care. A beautiful woman was giving me a massage, and I thought life didn't get any better. 

"Wow, you really ARE tense." She said, as he moved her fingers gently up and down my neck. My whole body was awake then, feeling every single hair she moved as her soft hands ran over them. Her hands ran up my neck and onto my head, fingers gently pushing my hair in every direction. Just the feel of her touch kept me aroused. I wasn't fully hard yet, but I was certainly getting there. 

I reached up with my hands and placed them on hers. She moved my hands around my head and neck for another minute or so, and then I moved my hands up her arms. Past her shoulders, I put my hands behind her head, and I pulled her down toward me. Leaning my head back, my lips met with hers, and an electric spark ran through me. It hadn't been too long since I'd last been with a woman, but this time I was different. This time, it was an object of pure lust, and unobtainable person that I was now kissing. I was floored.

"Mike, that was really nice. But let's not do that again." My heart fell all the way to the floor. She came around from behind my chair, and looked at me. "No, if we're going to do that, we need to do it right." She hiked up her skirt, and placed one knee beside my leg. Then she brought up the other knee, straddling me, with her arms around my neck. I leaned up and she leaned in, and we kissed again for what seemed like an eternity. 

"You don't know how many times I've imagined this, Mike." She said, once our kiss had broken. "Everyday I come into this office, and leave an unsatisfied woman."

I chuckled. "Well, I have been thinking about it too, but I was so afraid of being sued for advancing on you, that I never made a move. You are quite simply, the most beautiful woman I've EVER seen." I kissed her again, this time more passionately, and then my kisses began migrating toward her neck. I kissed the nape of her neck, right below her left ear, and heard her let out the sexiest moan I'd ever gotten from a woman. My left hand moved to her ass, cupping it, and giving it a gentle squeeze. My right moved up to her left breast, and doing the same. As I kissed her collarbone, my fingers deftly undid the row of buttons on her blouse, and it parted to reveal those perfect breasts. As I caressed the tops of her mounds, she moved her arms and slowly allowed her shirt to fall away to the floor.

"Oh, Baby." She cried, "We need to keep this going." She pushed up on her feet, and sat back on my desk. I started to get up, but the look in her eyes told me not to. Her feet pushed my chair back to the cabinet behind, and again she stood up from the desk. Kicking off her shoes, she pulled at my tie, slowly releasing the knot as she bent down to kiss me again. Pushing her tongue deep into my mouth, she worked her way down the long row of buttons that held my shirt on. When she got to my waist, she paused. My dick was sticking out from underneath my pants, and since I was now rock hard, it wasn't going anywhere. "Holy shit! That thing comes up past your belt?"

At eight inches long and three inches around, I consider myself fairly well-endowed. I'm nobody's porn star, mind you, but I have never received a complaint yet about being too small. As she undid my belt and the buttons to my pants, she pulled them away, taking my shoes and sock with them. They were casually thrown somewhere near where my jacket had landed by the door. With my boxers still on, she grabbed my completely solid member, and began slowly rubbing it through the cloth. Staring down at her, I felt like I was going to explode right then. Thankfully, I got hold of myself, and held off on that for the time being. I put my hands on my waist, and slid off my boxers. Then I stroked her hair, and reached behind her head to release it from captivity. Her hair fell all around her face, framing it perfectly, and making her even more beautiful. As she kissed my stomach and ran her hands up and down my thighs, I went back to unhook her bra. A white lace affair, it wasn't what I would call racy, but it certainly was meant for more than just office wear. As it fell from her shoulders, her perfect tits were at once accessible to my lustful eyes, and I stared at them for a minute before Jennifer broke my thoughts.

"Do you like them?" She asked, wistfully, as though she already knew the answer.

"Of course; they're spectacular. I've dreamed of finding a perfect pair of tits on the perfect body, and today it looks like dreams really do come true." Sure, it was corny, but sweet talk usually is, and to be brutally honest I'd never seen any that were so round and symmetrical. They really were as perfect as nature can make them.

No sooner had I spoken those words than she smiled, and grabbed the shaft of my cock. Shooting one more glance into my eyes, and look of mischief crept across her face, and she dove right onto my now throbbing pole. She started off slowly, kissing the tip, and licking the pre-cum off of the end. Her one hand was around my ass, and her other held my balls, gently massaging them as her warm mouth covered my shaft. "Take it all in." I said, looking down at her. She looked back at me with the tip of my cock in her mouth, and smiled. She tilted her head forward, brought both of her hands to my balls, and went straight down to the base of my cock. Oh, wow. I thought, this girl really knows her stuff.  Her head bobbed slightly, her tongue moving all around my shaft, and the back of her throat pushing up against me. She stroked my shaft until I was almost completely ready to come. Sensing I was getting close, she stopped and backed away for a brief moment.

"You have the biggest cock I've ever sucked." A little pre-cum still lingered on her lips. "Now I want you to fuck me on your desk. Make me come like never before"

She started to stand, but I reached down and pulled her up. With one arm behind her back, and one under her legs, I put her back into the end of my desk. Topless, she looked even more amazing sitting there than she had just moments before. As I slid my hand along the inside of her thigh, I realized something for the very first time. She's not wearing any panties.

My fingers had found her pussy lips bare, and hot to the touch. She smiled at my revelation, and I slipped a finger into her soaking wet slit. Another moan, and she arched her back, bringing her tits right to my face. I kissed them both, and gently sucked on one nipple as I slid my finger farther into her. Twisting it upwards, I pressed where I knew her G-Spot would me and she gasped. Yup, that must be it. 

As if he heard my thoughts, she said "Oh damn, baby. You know exactly where you're going, don't you? That's it right there." I finger fucked her for a minute longer, and then I hiked up her skirt all the way to her waist. I wasn't about to waste valuable time taking that thing off. Sliding her ass to the very edge, I stood up fully so that my cock was directly in line with her glistening pussy. She was completely shaved, a fact I very much appreciated. Her cunt was flush with blood, ready for action. I moved closer, and rubbed the tip of my dick onto her pussy lips. "Fuck me, FUCK me, FUCK ME!" She half screamed, barely able to control her anticipation. I shoved my dick the whole way into her, and her whole body shook in pleasure. As she rode the wave of the orgasm, I began slowly pumping her in order to sustain it as long as possible. When she had come down a bit, I began thrusting harder, and faster, and soon she was shuddering again. This time, though, it was massive. Her whole body shook. The spasms in her body rocked through my cock, and I couldn't hold on any longer. My dick shot out my seed so hard, I thought it would pop her head off.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She shuddered again, with her third orgasm. "You fuck like a pro." I smiled at her.

"Glad to be of service, sweetie. I guess you just needed a good hump."

"Apparently not as much as you did. I can see it in your face, you're already relaxed."

I was, actually. And to make it all better, she got back on her knees and licked off the cum and pussy juice from my softening rod. That was almost too much to take. 

"Jennifer, that was amazing. Personally, I think I need to start having 'Lunch' in my office from now on." I winked at her, which brought back another girlish giggle from her.

As she sat back down on my lap, she put her arms back around me and whispered: "Anytime you want, Mr. Davies, anytime you want."

Secretary Extraordinaire Ch. 02



It was raining out when I woke up this morning. Not the light kind of drizzle that usually permeates the mornings this time of year, but a hard rain that was soaking everything in sight. As I stood in my boxers, looking out the window, I laughed to myself that not every day can be as great as the one I had yesterday. First of all, I got to fuck the most beautiful woman in the entire company yesterday, my secretary Jennifer. Then, if that couldn't be topped, I landed a huge client, and now I was looking at a huge commission at the end of the month. Maybe I'll buy a boat,  I mused, letting my mind drift to seeing myself at the wheel of a large motor yacht, with girls in bikinis strewn about the foredeck. In fact, the more I thought about it, the better idea it seemed.  Hell, I'm only 39, I should do it now before I regret it.

The rain had finally stopped almost as soon as I had stepped out of my car in the parking deck. Not that it would have mattered, I never see the outside from my car to my office. I stepped out of the elevator at 9:15, and started the short walk down to my office. I had a corner suite on the 32nd floor, a decent accommodation for a senior vice president, complete with a sofa and my own personal bathroom and shower. As I got closer to my suite, I saw Jennifer sitting at her desk, apparently reading her morning e-mails. She looked up to see who was approaching, and when she recognized the face, her eyes softened, and a little smile crept across her lips.

"Good morning Mr. Davies. Mr. Archer called me this morning, and set up golf with him and Mr. Beckwith at 2:00. Do you have your clubs here, or should I send someone to your house to get them?" She cocked her head just slightly to the side, and continued to smile that beautiful smile. She was incredibly beautiful, with shoulder-length bright red hair, and an ivory complexion that was as flawless as skin could be. Since our little rendezvous yesterday had apparently not affected our work relationship, I didn't feel too badly about letting my eyes shift below her face and down to her chest. She'd worn a navy blue pinstriped suit today, but instead of her normal collared silk blouse, she only had a white lace camisole on under her jacket. Her breasts were moving rhythmically with every breath, taking my mind into a hypnotic state. I forced myself to catch her gaze again.

"Uh, no. I have them in my closet. But if you would kindly ask Mr. Weston in accounting to return my putter, I'll need that for certain today."

"You got it boss." She scribbled a note about the putter onto a sticky pad, and stuck the note on her phone. "There weren't any other messages for today, but I didn't know if you wanted me to make you any lunch reservations?"

This was pretty normal. I usually went out with clients for lunch, everyday but Monday. Today, though, I had something else in mind. 

"No, I think today I'm staying in for lunch. Maybe you can recommend something for me to have?" I gave her a little wink. Oh, jeez, that was subtle, Mike. Why don't you just tell the whole office you're fucking your secretary.

If she responded to the wink, I couldn't tell, but she did shift a little bit in her seat, and then said, in a low whisper: "Ohhh, I think I could whet your appetite for something."

My dick jumped a little bit at that thought, but I just picked up my mail and went into my office to start reading. I had barely opened my first letter when movement caught my eye. Jennifer was stretching in her chair. For a woman of 27, apparently 8:30 in the morning is a little bit early to be already at work. As she raised her arms, however, I saw that it wasn't a result of her lack of sleep, but rather a calculated effort on her part for me to notice. That much was obvious, since she'd unbuttoned her jacket, and now her tight undershirt was being stretched by the mounds of her breasts pushing toward the ceiling. She didn't have gigantic breasts, a 34 and either a large B or a small C, but they were very round, and extremely perky. Her nipples were hard from the air conditioner, and they showed through the flimsy material of her undershirt. My eyes were fixated on those magnificent tits, until I saw that she was ending the practiced stretch. As my gaze migrated south, past her sexy flat stomach, I wondered to myself whether or not she was wearing any underwear. I never saw her with a panty line, and yesterday had shown me that she doesn't always wear anything under her skirts. Memo to self, find out if Jennifer is wearing panties.

As the morning wore on, I took some phone calls, wrote far too many e-mails, and generally had a productive day. But I couldn't stop thinking about Jen, and how badly I wanted to fuck her brains out.

Pretty soon it was noon, and I heard Jen pick the phone up, to call someone. Apparently it was the main switchboard operator. "Hi Melissa, it's Jen. Hey, listen, I need to run a few errands at lunch, so I need to be gone for the whole hour, and Mr. Davies is gone for the rest of the day, so could you just take any messages for him, and I'll pick them up from you when I get back?" She paused for a split second. "Awesome, I owe you one. Oh, how's the baby? Great, ok I'll see you sometime around 1." She hung up the phone, and grabbed her purse. She started to walk toward the elevator, but after she pressed the button, she turned right around and came into my office, shutting and locking the door behind her. As she walked toward me, she stripped off her jacket, and placed it on the hangar behind the door. I stood up and started to loosen my tie, but she had already gotten to me, and she put her hands over mine.

"No, not yet. This one is just going to be a quick little fuck. I really do need to run errands. Besides, I ordered you lunch, and it should be here in about 10 minutes, regardless of what we're doing." Her hand dropped to my crotch, and unzipped my fly. As she reached in, and pushed my boxers down, she grabbed my cock like a woman on a mission. I wasn't fully hard yet; I didn't quite expect her to move so fast. As it flopped out, she knelt down on one knee, and kissed the tip of my dick. Her other hand reached in and cupped my balls, providing me with pleasure and stimulation. My pole became a rod with that touch, standing at full attention for her to see. She just giggle a little more, something I am just now getting used to, and then placed her lips around the head, and moved her mouth down onto the shaft. Oh, shit that feels so good. Chills ran up my spine, and my knees threatened to buckle under the intensity of her sucking. I propped myself back against my bookcase, and leaned back to enjoy a blowjob from a woman who obviously knew her stuff. I put my hand on the back of her head as she was sliding her mouth up and down by cock, slurping and sucking all the way. When I was nearing climax, I pulled her away a little bit.

She looked up into my eyes with a half hurt expression, but then her stare went to my quivering dick, and her mind made the connection. "Oh, I guess that really does it for you, eh sexy?"

"It sure as hell does."

"Ok, well, I have an idea for what to do now." She stood, pulling the bottom of her skirt up as she rose, to once again reveal a bald pussy. She took the four steps to the couch, but didn't sit on it. Instead, she put he knees at the base of the couch, facing toward the back, and lay her body onto the cushion. "I want you to fuck me from behind today."

Well, how could I say no to such an inviting proposition? That warm pussy, situated right below that well toned and perfectly rounded ass was too much to not run towards. As I knelt behind her, my cock twitched again with anticipation. She reached behind her and grabbed my tie, pulling me down with greater urgency. I grabbed my dick, and teased her asshole with the head. Moving in small circles, I rubbed the tip from her ass to the edge of her pussy lips. Her slit was incredibly wet; it slid all the way down with ease. "Oh, come on. Get that huge prick inside me, NOW!" She screamed in as loud a whisper as the office would allow. 

With that, I shoved the full eight inches right into her waiting box, and she had to shove her face into the couch to keep the whole building from hearing her. After the initial push, I drew back very slowly, building up her stimulation, and then slammed her hard again and again, until her whole body shook. It only took one more strong pump after that before the combination of the blowjob and her internal spasm caught up to me, and I came inside her. I let out a low, satisfied grunt, and gave her ass a squeeze.

"Jen, again, that was incredible. You're never allowed to quit."

She lingered for a minute with my dick still inside of her, both of us reveling in the warmth of each other's touch. "Mike, nobody has ever made me come nearly as fast as you have. I'm not sure what it is, but you bring out the orgasm within me before I even get a chance to concentrate on it." She smiled, and lifted herself off my now declining member. She turned around to face me, and put her hand around my neck. No sooner had she done that, then she leaned in and carefully brought her lips to mine. As our lips met, another spark flew through me, as I realized that she had done the same for me.

We both got cleaned up in the washroom, and when she had straightened her skirt, put on her jacket, and re-applied her makeup to her satisfaction, she unlocked the door. "Ok babe, I have to go run some errands, but I'll be back in half an hour. Do you need anything while I'm out?"

"No, I think I'll be fine. Can you find out what the course is I'm playing today? If it's Shady Acres, it's going to be completely flooded from all the rain this morning."

"Ok, sure thing. I'll call from my cell." And she walked out the door and down the hall to the elevator.

Sitting alone in my office, I hadn't had time to really reflect on anything when there was a knock on my door. "Michael Davies?" It was the delivery man, holding an Italian sub, and a bottle of root beer. Damn, she really does pay attention to detail.

"Yup, that's me"

"Ok, it's all paid for; I just need you to sign here." I signed the receipt, tipped him a few bucks from my pocket, and sat down to enjoy my lunch.

When Jen came back, she gave me a quick run-down on how the weather had affected my golf day. It was Rolling Hills Country Club, not Shady Acres, so I could rest easy. Rolling Hills was very exclusive, and since their membership dues topped $250,000, they could afford the best drainage systems. Lucky my boss was paying. I left a little bit before 2:00 and headed up to the CEO's office to meet him for golf. 

I shot a 102. Yeah, for a senior executive, I ought to be better, but I'm not yet because I don't play as often as I should. It was just after 7:00 pm when I got back to the office to pick up my car. Being a new-age, progressive company, they have all sorts of perks and benefits that I still found amazing. Free childcare, a coffee bar, and best of all, a small gym for anyone to use. Since it was early, and I didn't have any plans, I decided to work out before heading home.

I keep a set of gym shorts and a T-shirt in my bathroom closet in my office, so I went upstairs to get them. As I walked into my office, I noticed the light was on in my bathroom. I didn't remember leaving it on, but hey, I'm getting older.

I opened the door and heard the water running. Steam poured over the frosted glass of my stand up shower. I looked on the floor. Strewn about were various items of clothing: a black sports bra, a black tank top, white cotton panties, and a pair of girl's cotton gym shorts. Well, at least it's not a dude using my shower. I opened the door to the shower to reveal a naked and very wet Jennifer, apparently rinsing out her hair. Startled, I think, by the absence of steam and the noise of the hinge, she screamed as she spun around. She saw my face, beaming from the sight of her, and laughing at her girlish scream.

"DAMMIT, MIKE! That's the second time you've scared the shit out of me in two days! And also the second time you were at a place you normally aren't. What the fuck are you doing here so late?

"I could ask you the same thing. What the story?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about this. The thing is, I love the gym here, because it's so convenient, but because I live so far away, I hate smelling bad. I know there's a shower in the locker room, but you're never here when I'm done, and well...this one is nicer." She paused, a look of guilt passed over her face. "But I never make a mess, I always bring my own towels, and you've never known."

I smiled again at her naked body as she reached over and shut off the water. "Jen, I don't care if you use my shower. You're right, you're very discrete and always clean up, so who's getting hurt by it?" I put my hand on the small of her back and drew her to me, kissing her on the forehead. "Besides, I like it when you're clean and smell nice, so why would I stop that? I just think you're not clean enough yet." I pulled my shirt over my head, and then dropped my pants and boxers in one motion. Kicking off my shoes, and yanking off my socks, I was completely naked in less than ten seconds. I stepped in behind her, and reached past her breasts for the water control, turning it back on hot. Dutifully, she closed the shower door behind her, and turned back toward me.

"Ok, now that I can use this place, can we get a massaging shower head?"

"Ha ha ha, sure. I'll pick one up this week, and put it in sometime." I pulled her close to me once again, and kissed her deeply. Her eyes were closed, keeping out the water, but I could feel her tongue in my mouth. Her breath poured from her nostrils, washing over my face. We help our embrace a moment longer, then we both released each other and backed away. "Now, let's see if we can't get you cleaned up."

I grabbed her shower gel, squirting a small pool into my hands. Foaming it into a rich lather, I turned her around and applied my soapy hands to her shoulders. The lubrication of the soap made sure that my hands easily found her tits, and my fingers began slowly massaging them. She let out a low moan, I knew this was working for her. I moved my hands in large, slow circles, gently kneading the tissue of her breasts. Her nipples came alive, and began to harden at my fingertips. Her quarter sized areolas, bright pink soft spots on flawless ivory mountains, tightened, pushing her tiny nipples out even further. I took my index finger of my right hand, and pushed the nipple around all directions. She moaned again. "Ungh, that feels incredible Mike." I continued massaging her tits, unaware that she had already lathered up her own hands.

She reached behind her back, somehow knowing without looking exactly where my dick was. Starting at the top, she spread the soap all down my shaft, over my balls, and all the way to my thighs. As she washed away the sweat of a hard fought sport, my cock began remembering what it was for, and leaped into action. Very soon I was as hard as a rock, and she just kept soaping it up, massaging it gently. It was like heaven on earth. Not overly sexual to make me come, but impossible to ignore as waves of adrenaline hit my body. She pulled her hands away and held them up to the showerhead, rinsing them off as she removed the lather from her own body.

I took my cue, and slowly moved my hands down her torso until they were resting on her hips. Rotating one hand around to her ass, I moved it down below her ass cheeks to the back of her wet pussy. The other hand found its way around to the front of her dripping slit, and both went in simultaneously. The left hand worked her clit in tiny circles, and the right fingers slid into her pussy. I kept manually stimulating her until I felt that now familiar shudder run through her body, as she let her entire lungs exhale her breath. She gasped, breathing very heavily now, and slid her hands down the wall, giving herself a bracing position. She was ready now.

I slipped my cock inside of her, a strange angle for me, since her back was not really horizontal or vertical. I had never done this in such a small shower before, and I was relishing the experience. The position of her hips made it even tighter for me, as the walls of her vagina hugged me tighter than ever. Carefully thrusting, so as not to slip and fall, I pushed myself as far into her as I could manage. I grunted with the resistance. Establishing a slow and steady rhythm, I screwed her up against the wall for what must have been half an hour. Waves after wave of orgasms hit her body like clockwork, kept in time with the pulsing of my hips. Finally, on the fifth shudder from her body, I felt my body surge from the tip of my toes, all the way up my spine to the top of my head, and finally out the end of my cock, as I spewed hot cum inside of her.

We both rinsed off, and as we dried, I put a towel around my waist. I handed her my bathrobe, and went to the office. Reaching under the lowest shelf, I grabbed a bottle of scotch, and poured us two glasses. We sat for a while on the couch, naked save for some small scraps of terry cloth, sipping our drinks and holding each other. Finally she spoke.

"Well, I've got to tell you; I wish I'd done this a whole lot sooner. I've had a little crush on you since my first day, but you always seemed too proper to fool around at the office. This has been a total fulfillment of one of my wildest fantasies." She trailed off after that, and I knew what was coming next.

"Look, let's just be blunt. We can't exactly have a public relationship, because of our positions." I said, placing my now empty glass on the coffee table. "But I wouldn't trade you as an assistant for anything in the world. You're too good. On the other hand, you fuck like nobody I've ever been with, and I can't in good conscience give that up either. So let's just keep this between us, and I promise that someday, we can be together forever."

"Oh Mike, that would really make me happy." She blinked and a single tear rolled from here eye. "Mike?"

"What is it sweetie?"

"I know we just started fucking on a whim, but I've been interested in you for a while. So I think I can say with complete confidence...I love you."

I was floored. "Wow, I don't know what to say. Until recently, you were two different people. A great friend and a loyal employee; someone I could talk to about anything. But you were also an object of just and fantasy, filling my head with dirty thoughts, and my dreams with even dirtier ones. But now that those two people have merged, I think I am sure of it too. I love you too, Jennifer."



Secretary Extraordinaire Ch. 03



It was nearing Christmas time, and like every company, there was going to be a party in my office this year. All of the employees meet in the main cafeteria to hear a message from the CEO and receive little door prizes; then each floor hosts their own private party back in their conference rooms. It's usually a great time for everyone and aside from three years ago when John from accounting got drunk and started hitting on the CFO's wife, everyone usually is pretty tame. This year, however, I was not looking forward to the party. 

I've been screwing my secretary, and everyone will know it the second we walk in together. Wait, we can't go together, then they'll know for sure. But I can't make her go alone, that wouldn't be fair. Of course, people will wonder why neither one of us have a date if we don't bring one. My mind raced though a hundred different scenarios, all of them ending in either Jennifer being upset, or everyone finding out about us. Let me back up a minute. I wasn't just screwing my secretary; that would have been just creepy and a bit wrong. I was dating her secretly, though, and our relationship had grown from a purely sexual escapade in my office just three months ago. Since then it had blossomed into something exciting, something great. I was totally in love with her, and that was something I could not wrap my brain around. I hadn't felt this way about a woman since my wife had died a few years ago; taken from me in a tragic plane crash while we had been flying home to see her family one Labor Day weekend. I lived, she died. Life was cruel sometimes, but maybe Jennifer was my second chance at happiness.

Oh, if only I didn't feel like a badly written character in a sexual-tension based sitcom, having to choose between multiple bad decisions when the answer was so clear to the audience. It wasn't a strict company policy that employees couldn't date. It was, however, a very big problem for a boss to date his direct subordinates. Someone from another department would have been fine, maybe even someone from my department if they had been far enough below me in the corporate ladder, but not my direct subordinate. No, my secretary was, for all intents and purposes, completely off-limits. One mid-level manager had been sleeping with his assistant several years back, and they fired him so quickly, many of us looked around for a trap door they may have dropped him through.

"Mr. Davies?" I blinked several times, and adjusted my eyes toward the voice that had pulled me from deep in thought. It was the interoffice courier. An intern of about 19, he looked like he was wearing his father's only suit, and had a mismatched tie to complete the ensemble. Poor Kid,  I thought,  he'd better learn a lot while he's here, or the business world is going to eat him alive. I beckoned for him to come in, and he slowly stepped the few feet to my desk.

"Sir, this is from Mr. Archer. He said to deliver it to you personally." James Archer was the CEO, anything directly from him was important.

"Thanks, I appreciate that. You can just leave it here on the desk." He dropped the envelope, scuttled out of the office, and jumped directly onto the elevator.

I opened the envelope. Inside was just a simple letter, hand-written on his stationary.

"Michael, Mary and I would love for you to join us in Montana this year at our cottage. Bring a guest if you would like (I already know about her, but only a few people do. It's not a big deal, so bring her if you wish to.). The jet is leaving from here about an hour after the party is winding down, so we'll just have a car ready for you then. Good job this year, I'm happy we've put you in your position."

Holy Shit! My mind raced with possibilities. How could he have found out? I sat there staring at the note for about five minutes, when it finally dawned on me. It doesn't matter how he knows, he does and he's not pissed off. That's probably not an invitation to flaunt it around town, but at least I won't get fired.

Today was Tuesday, and the party was going to be Friday night. I had a lot of work to finish up if I was going to be out of town. I had decided not to tell Jennifer, because I thought that the surprise would be more fun. Instead, I called her roommate, Denise, and asked her to pack some of Jen's cold weather clothes in a duffel bag so I could pick them up later. She was happy to oblige, and promised to keep the secret.

Thursday morning I walked into work, and Jen was already getting things ready for the end of the year. Filing and separating different documents, and preparing others for my signature. She smiled at me as I walked past her into my office. We both went about our day until just before noon, when she sauntered into my area.

"Hey, Mike. I've got to go shopping on my lunch break for a few things, do you need anything?"

I had a wicked grin cross my face, then immediately went back to normal. If she noticed, she didn't give an indication. "Actually yes," I said, reaching back into my pants for my wallet. "Take the rest of the afternoon off, go to the department store, and buy yourself a new dress for tomorrow night. Take my credit card. And while you're at it, why don't you pick up some new lingerie for this weekend? I have a feeling you might need it."

Her eyes twinkled a little bit, subtly reflecting the excitement and anticipation she must be feeling. "Are we doing something special this weekend?"

"Yeah, I thought we could go rent a place on the beach, just you and me. Make a real holiday out of it."

"Ooooh, that sounds wonderful. I didn't really want to go see my parents anyway. They're always getting on my case about working too hard and not finding the right man. I guess they don't really know what they want for me." She took the card from my outstretched hand. "Ok, I'll see you tomorrow then. I won't show you the dress until the party; make it more of a surprise for you."

Friday morning dragged on for so long, I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve, waiting on Santa to come. I knew I was getting a present tonight, but I couldn't wait to unwrap it. Jennifer had her typical business attire on, and even thought she still looked amazing, it wasn't anything spectacularly special. She did have a garment bag on the hook behind her desk, but it was completely opaque, and I couldn't see what was inside. Three O'clock and the waiting was finally over. I went back into my bathroom to put on my tuxedo. After several minutes of wondering why in the hell people still wore those stupid things, I emerged victorious and stepped back into my office. I was stopped by my lover, carrying her garment bag over her shoulder, and what looked like a makeup bag in her hand.

"Wait for me, sweetie?" She asked, looking ever so coy.

"Why not, I'm dying to see what you've got for me to unwrap later." She laughed, and pushed past me into the bathroom. I heard the water in the shower running, so I knew I was in for the long wait of the typical woman.

I settled back to my computer to watch some videos of people doing stupid things (always a favorite pastime), and I checked on the bags I had packed for us. An intern was going to come up and get them during the party to take them down to the car for us. When I heard the blow drier finally stop, I looked at my watch for the first time. Only forty-five minutes, that's not terrible.

About five minutes later, I heard the door handle jiggling in place, and my eyes turned toward the inner part of my spacious office. Then the door swung open, and a vision of pure beauty practically blinded me.

She had her brilliant red hair up in a twist, with two small strands from her forehead perfectly framing her delicate face. Her small white earlobes hung a little lower with heavy pearl earrings, a gift I had given her as part of a set. The necklace graced her fluid lines, as most of the dark green dress she had bought left her shoulders exposed. Save for two thin spaghetti straps, they were completely bare. The freckles above her breasts next caught my attention, as the plunging neckline went from the straps on he shoulders, through her perfectly shaped cleavage, and almost down to her belly button. The lines of this magnificent dress accentuated her hips better than anything I had ever seen her wear, and even though it extended to her ankles, the side slit went well north of her knees. Three inch heels that undoubtedly put me back quite a few bucks graced her feet. I sat staring, my mouth open, for what seemed like an eternity. I was one lucky bastard. I think I would have stared for the rest of the night had she not walked over to me and given me a deep, thoughtful kiss. The kiss was electric for me, with feelings I couldn't describe flowing through me as I kept right on staring through my mind's eye.

She broke the kiss slowly, and stepped back. "You like?"

"Uh, uh, yeah, you could say that." She laughed as I paused, trying to form words into sentences. "Jen, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. You look truly amazing."

"Well, thank you. You just wait until you see what else I bought. Now come on, let's go dancing."

She took my by the arm and we went down to the party together. Most of the guests had had plenty of time to get liquored up by then, so I doubt many noticed us coming in together. After congratulating most of my team on a job well done, kissing a little ass, and having a few glasses of spiked punch myself, I turned to Jennifer, whispering in her ear.

"We'd better get going if we want to get there on time. Say your goodbyes, and then meet me in the main lobby in ten minutes." She nodded almost imperceptibly, and walked away from me without looking in my direction. A casual observer would never have known what was really going through her head.

Eight and a half minutes later, she came up behind me in the main lobby.

"Ready for a weekend you'll never forget?" She asked.

"Are you? Because I think you'll find this trip even more memorable than you may currently imagine."

I took her hand and led her outside to the limo waiting on us. I opened the back door for her, as a look of surprise flashed on her face.

"Fancy. You've really outdone yourself. You just may get lucky tonight." She winked at me, and then lowered herself into the car. As I walked to the other side, I laughed to myself that this was going to be a big surprise.

The limo was closed up and ready and the driver began our short journey to the local general aviation airport. When I raised the privacy shield, Jennifer jumped on me, hiking up her dress and straddling my lap. Flinging her hands around my neck, she leaned in a kissed me passionately. Our lips met with force, and my breath was removed from my body for a brief second. I could taste her lipstick as my tongue moved into her mouth, massaging hers with gentle rhythm. Her hands rubbed the back of my neck, as mine moved around her waist to her firm buttocks. I squeezed her closer to me as I kissed her again, our libidos rising together. But she took her hands away from my neck and moved them onto my own. She took my hands, and placed them up above my head, whispering: "Keep them there."

I wasn't one to argue with a beautiful woman, and when she saw my hands weren't moving, she looked at me with lust. "You got me a present with this little trip, now you get a present, too."

She reached down and unzipped my trousers. Unbuttoning the top, she pulled them down to my knees, bringing my boxers with them. My half-hard cock now lay exposed to the dark interior of the car. With her left hand, she reached under my balls, and began gently rubbing them in circles with her fingers. Her right went onto my shaft, trying to coax it to life. As I saw her again with that look in her eyes and especially with her hand on my dick, I sprang into fullness. Pleased at her efforts, she lowered her head to the top of my penis. The head quivered in anticipation of what was coming next. Kissing the tip, she licked off the small drop of pre-cum that had begun to form. Still stroking my balls with her left hand, she now moved her right to my thighs, rubbing up and down each one as she slowly moved her mouth farther down my rock hard pole. Slurping as her head moved back up, she began bobbing her head up and down on my cock, increasing and decreasing the pressure of her lips and tongue. Harder then softer, faster, then slower, she kept sucking on my dick until I was ready to explode. Then she reached her right hand back between my balls and my asshole, and gently pushed on that soft piece of skin as she sucked the tip and stroked the shaft. I lost all control. An instantaneous wave of pleasure started in my head, and flowed through my body down to my feet, curling my toes. The wave traveled back up my legs, through my cock, and crashed into Jen's mouth as a wave of cum entered her throat. She dutifully kept sucking until I was empty, and then swallowed the load down with ease.

She licked her lips, and smiled up at me. "Wow, you haven't come like that in a while. I guess I really do look that good."

I grabbed her, and pulled her close to me, kissing her again. "My dear, I said it before, I'll say it again: You look amazing. But we need to get dressed, we're almost there."

"What? We've only been driving for about 15 minutes. How can we be there?"

"Ok, I lied about the destination. We're not going to the beach." Just then I heard the squeak of the limo's brakes signaling the end of our ride.

"Well, then where ARE we going?" The limo driver opened the door, and I stepped out, turning to help her out as well. About ten feet away stood the boarding step to the company Falcon 900B, a large cabin, long range business jet. Her jaw dropped.

"Well, as a special gift to me, you and I are going to take this jet to Montana, for a weekend of skiing and hot tubs at James Archer's cottage. Sound like fun?"

"Oh, HELL yes. I mean, yes. But I didn't pack any warm clothes."

"That's okay too. I had Denise drop off some winter clothes earlier this week when I found out about the trip. Here's your bag now." The driver dropped our bags by the luggage door to the plane. The co-pilot was standing there loading everyone's skis and luggage into the cargo hold. I tipped the driver, and turned back to Jen, gesturing up the stairs. "After you."

She took each step slowly, and I realized she'd likely never been on a private jet before. "It's okay, you won't break them." I tried to be re-assuring. She reached the top stair, and began walking down the aisle toward the rear. It was then that we both saw James and Mary Archer already seated, and with drinks in their hands.

James is not much older than I am, a man of about forty-five. He started this company in college, and has grown it to be a gigantic multi-national corporation. He met Mary when he was just starting out, before he made his millions, so she's not the typical CEO's wife. Not that she's unattractive; she works out regularly, and takes excellent care of her body. Slightly younger than James, she's roughly 5'5", and probably only weighs 130 lbs. With long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she's very pretty. Her B-cup tits don't sag, despite having nursed two children, so maybe she'd had a little work done here and there. Overall, she was hot.

"Good evening Mr. Archer." I could tell Jennifer was slightly uncomfortable around someone much higher than her on the corporate ladder.

"Hello Jennifer. This week, you can call me Jim. Have you met my wife Mary?" He extended his hand and Jen shook it, and then did the same for his wife.

"No, it's nice to meet you Mary. Thank you both for inviting me here."

"It was our pleasure. You're new boyfriend has been working too hard. We decided to give him a break."

Jen blushed at that remark, and there was an uncomfortable silence. Jim spoke again.

"Can we get you anything to drink? Champagne?"

Jen nodded. "That would be lovely."

Jim looked back over his shoulder. "April? Two more Champagnes, please."

April was the corporate flight attendant. A slender woman in her mid-thirties, we always flirted whenever I flew on the jet. She was happily married, but she was always pleasant, and reveled in being able to still command any man's attention. She brought out two more glasses, filled them from the bottle that sat cooling in the table, then walked toward the cockpit. When she had finished speaking with the two pilots, she went back and closed the door to the aircraft, checking to be sure that the limo had pulled away, and the carpet had been moved. When she walked back toward us, we were happily sipping the bubbly, and making small talk. "The captain says we're ready to go, sir. Flight time should be about 2 hours and 45 minutes. I ordered dinner for everyone; if you're hungry I'll serve it in about an hour."

"That's fine April, thank you."

"Okay, is everyone buckled in?" She looked at our laps to check for seatbelts. "Good, I'll be in the galley if you need me."

The flight was long, and with the exception of dinner, rather uneventful. We landed at an airport about an hour's drive from Jim's cottage, and from there we took another limo to his house. As we gathered our things and stepped into the house, Mary looked at us both.

"You two are upstairs on the left. That's the second suite. The other bedroom is still a mess, so don't go in there. The hot tub's out on the covered patio, so help yourself. Breakfast is at 8:00, and the slopes open at 10:00. We're going to bed now, but make yourselves at home, and don't feel like you have to on our account."

We thanked her, and I carried our bags up to the upstairs suite. When we had finally unpacked, we were both so exhausted that we fell asleep on top of the bed sheets.

Waking up early the next morning, we had a hearty breakfast and then the four of us headed off to the mountain to ski. Jen and I separated from the others, and we skied together for a few hours. Lunchtime came and went, and I decided to go to the top to ski the black diamond. Jen said she would ski the bunny trail, and we would meet at the bottom. As the day wore on, we both wore out, and decided it would be good to take a long hot soak in the hot tub back at the cottage. We caught a lift from the mountain shuttle, and soon enough we were back at the house.

I tore off my boots and breathed a sigh of relief. Jen had hers off too, and we proceeded toward the enclosed patio where the tub was. After a short search, I found the controls, and turned on the jets. Someone must have turned the heater on before we arrived, because the water was already at peak temperature. I shed my jacket and snow pants, leaving me standing in long underwear, and realizing I looked somewhat silly. Jen was wearing spandex underneath, and from what I was looking at, nothing else. In the chilly air, her small round nipples poked at the fabric. She caught me looking at her breasts.

"I guess I'll go change into my bikini."

"Oh, no, house rule is no swimsuits." She grinned and peeled off her top, exposing my favorite breasts in the world. A nice handful of small C cup surrounded soft pink nipples that were wonderfully erect. Her leggings fell next, and the sight of her completely shaved pussy made my dick jump up and ready. I pulled my shirt over my head, and quickly dispensed with the bottoms as well. 

"My, my, I guess my nipples aren't the only things that get erect with the weather around here." She came over to me, grabbed my cock in her hand, and led me to the water. "Let's warm this poor guy up a little bit."

The water was hot, but not too hot to prevent me from getting in all the way. Jen came behind me, sitting directly in front of me. She placed my hands on her shoulders, her universal signal that she wanted a neck rub. I obliged, and soon she was moaning from the tension being released in her shoulders. She bent her neck back to kiss me, and I dropped my hands to her tits. She moaned louder at this. Then she began kissing me harder, writhing her body and putting her hands on top of mine. She helped me to rub her tits, and brought one of my hands down to her clit. I could feel the jet of water that was exciting her. I did my best to match the sensation with my fingers as the jet pulsed hot water at her pleasure button. She screamed in orgasm after just a short minute of both stimulations.




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She didn't look back at me, but just grabbed my cock with her hand. Lifting her body slightly out of the water, she guided my pole into her waiting pussy. It slid in easily, and she settled back down onto my lap. With my cock inside her, and the water jet pounding her clit, she was in heaven. I rocked my hips back and forth slowly, trying to keep a measured time with the waves of the tub. Line after line of orgasms built up inside her, and released themselves into the pool of surrounding water. Jen had always been an "Easy-O" type of girl, but this was the most I'd even seen her come. As each one hit, her pussy clamped down tight onto my rod, sending thrills down my shaft and into my body. We fucked like this for another ten minutes, when the biggest orgasm finally hit her. The shaking was so violent, I came myself, finally releasing all the pent up energy I had been working toward. We both slid apart from each other, satisfied to just sit and enjoy the warmth of the water relaxing our muscles. After a while, Jen was the first to break the silence.

"That was incredible. I need to get one of these for myself."

"I don't think it would fit into your apartment. How about I just get one for my house, and you can come over and fuck me in it anytime you like?"

"Honey, you got yourself a deal." We sealed it with a kiss.



Secretary Extraordinaire Ch. 04



The snow had fallen hard the night after our little escapade in the hot tub. It had blanketed the whole area under several feet of blinding whiteness, and even for Montana, there was a lot of it. The news reports were calling it a blizzard and it appeared that we were snowed in, for the time being at least. Jim Archer was called away yesterday to a meeting in China, and since it didn't involve my division, I didn't have to go. We were urged to stay and enjoy the mountain, but that had been before the record snowfall had ruined skiing conditions. Jennifer, Mary Archer, and myself were therefore stuck in the large mountain cottage, waiting on the snowplows to dig out the roads.

Jennifer and I slept in this morning, not really ready to face the day. She had bought a few new pieces of lingerie, and had modeled one of them for me last night. After the romp in the hot tub, I wasn't sure I could take any more, but we fucked again last night for what seemed like an hour after Mary had gone to bed.

It must have been around noon when the smell of breakfast woke me up. I rolled over in bed, but nobody was there. I looked around, and I was alone in the room. I was not surprised, Jen often got up before me to go running, but I knew she wouldn't be doing that today. So I got up and put on a pair of flannel pants, and pulled a clean long-sleeve T-Shirt over my head. I used the bathroom, and took my time brushing my teeth and cleaning myself up a little bit. I don't normally shower before breakfast, but I didn't want to appear disheveled going downstairs. Finally, I opened the door, and proceeded towards the smell of bacon.

I stopped in the den, just shy of the breakfast area, and I saw Jen and Mary conversing. Jen hadn't really gotten dressed, although she had thrown on a pair of silk pajama pants over her thong panties, and changed from her red lace teddy to a light blue camisole. The fire was going in the fireplace, but her nipples were still hard from the slight chill in the air. Mary was dressed in spandex leggings that hugged her still well shaped ass. She had an old college sweatshirt on, and her long blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She was browning bacon in the frying pan, and it appeared that she and Jen were chatting nicely. Although the hiss of frying fat made it difficult to hear everything, I was still able to make out most of what they were saying.

"Holy cow, Mary, he's unbelievable. I had ten orgasms yesterday. He's in amazing shape, and let me tell you, someone taught him some killer moves."

"Yeah, but what's IT like?" Mary raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Well, it's big. Let me see." Jen looked around the kitchen. She held up a gigantic rolling pin. Mary laughed heartily. "Ok, so that's a slight exaggeration, but it's big enough." 

"Sounds like something you have to see to believe."

"Oh, it is. Wait, what are you saying? You want to see it?"

Mary shrugged, but continued. "Well, I've known Mike for a while now, and I've always been curious. I mean, it's not a huge deal if I don't get to, but you know, just to satisfy my imagination. I always dreamed he was huge. Jim's not tiny, but he's no porn star, either. Besides, most of the time he's too tired from work to do the kinds of things you and Mike seem to do. I hope you don't mind me saying so."

"No, not at all. I'm flattered even. I'm sure he'd be happy to show off for you, so long as you let him see his 'full' potential."

That made my dick jump up. I couldn't believe these two were talking so openly about me. I turned around, and walked back to the stairs. When I had reached them, I made my second approach to the kitchen more obvious, making sure that they heard my footsteps. As I entered the kitchen, the chatter had died off, and both women looked at me.

"Good morning, Honey. Coffee?" Jen held up a mug.

"I have bacon and eggs here too, Mike, if you're hungry." Mary placed the bacon on a plate.

"Good morning ladies. All of that sounds good." I sat down to a mug of hot coffee, bacon, eggs, and buttered toast. The three of us sat rather silently eating our breakfasts, with Jen and Mary every so often exchanging knowing looks. When we had all finished, I cleared my plate, and stretched my arms over my head, allowing my stomach to peer out from the bottom of my shirt. Mary's eyes were transfixed on the ties to my pants. This was a good sign. "Well, I'm going to go to the couch to sit for a bit. You ladies want to join me?"

"Yes." They answered almost in unison. I ambled toward the sectional sofa next to the fire. This seemed as good a place as any to sit. 

"So, Mary," I asked. "How do you like this cottage?"

"Oh, I love it. Jim and I used to come here all the time. Of course, now I mostly come alone. Oh, and how I hate to come alone." She winked at me.

"Mary, are you coming on to me? In front of Jennifer?" I tried to be coy, playing it up for points with my girlfriend, even though I knew what she'd say thanks to my eavesdropping session.

"No, Mike, it's ok. She just wants a look at the goods." Jen smiled at me. "I told her you could give her a show, but only if it's okay with you."

"Well, ok, but you should probably warm the engine up for me."

Jennifer sat down next to me, and placed her hands on my crotch. Her fingers found my balls through the flannel pants and boxers, and began rubbing them in circles. She freed one hand, and traced the outline of my cock through the fabric, and began subtly kissing my neck, exhaling hot breath in my hair. Her tongue flicked at my earlobe, and her movements became concentrated. My cock responded, increasing in stiffness throughout her actions. When the full eight inches was realized, she bent down and untied my pants string with her teeth. Freeing the waistband, she pulled on both garments to reveal my manhood.

Mary gasped. "Mike, you've been hiding a rocket in your pocket." She eyed my rock hard pole hungrily. "Jen, I just have to taste it."

Jen shrugged. "Be my guest, Mary. Mike, you need to concentrate on me, though." Her pants were already off. Somehow I had missed her stripping them while I was being jacked off. Her camisole came next, revealing those perfect tits. She kissed my lips, then broke off. "Grab my butt." She straddled my shoulders, lifting herself up so that her legs were dangling over the back of the couch. I placed my hands dutifully below her small ass, and pushed her southern lips up to my mouth.

I inhaled through my nose, taking in the sweet odor of a woman who's sexually charged. Jen put her arms around my neck, helping to hold herself in position, and making it easier to move around. I gently kissed her labia, kissing from the bottom left, and up the left side. Pausing to kiss her clit, I subtly flicked my tongue over it, and heard her moan softly. I kissed her other labia from top to bottom, then flattened my tongue, running it all the way from has asshole to her hot button. I felt her quake, the sign an orgasm was starting to build inside of her. I was about to shove my face into her crotch when I was suddenly engulfed in warmth.

Mary had taken my cock in her waiting mouth. Kneeling in front of where I sat, she was sucking in while moving her head up my shaft. She had one hand on my abs, and the other was playing gently with my asshole. Toying with the outside, she played one finger around the rim while she sucked on the tip with every breath in her body.

A wave of pleasure hit my body, and I attacked Jen's pussy with renewed vigor. I rubbed my nose on her clit, pointing my tongue and pushing it past her wet lips into her juicy slit. This was a feeling I had felt before, mouth on my dick, my face deep in pussy. This time, however, it was very different. This time there were two girls, a feat I had never before accomplished. This is the greatest sex I'm likely to ever have. Better make it count, I thought as I licked Jen's insides.

Mary was pushing onto my prostate from the outside now, heightening the experience, and making me feel like I was going to cum. Strangely, though, it only excited me more, and I held off release while she took my entire cock into her mouth, practically gagging as the tip slipped into her throat. Not many women can take me all the way, let alone want to, but Mary did, and it was glorious. She pulled her mouth off, and moved her tongue from right to left, starting at the base of my dick, and moving up to the tip.

Jen was getting close to exploding; her body was writhing all over the ledge. She had begin grinding her crotch into my face, a sure signal I was doing well. I buried my face into her hot pussy, and rapidly flicked my tongue onto her clit, moving it up and down, side to side, and in every other possible direction I could think of.

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she shuddered, pushing her pelvis onto my face. I was getting pretty close to coming myself.

"Mary, you'd better slow down, or you'll get a hot load in your mouth."

Mary looked up at me. "That's what I'm hoping for, except I want you to come inside of me."

Jen got off of me and sat down beside us on the couch as Mary continued to suck my hard pole. "Not this time. That load is mine first. He's going to finish off by fucking me." She got up and knelt in front of the couch, facing the back. "Just like in your office, Mike."

Mary stopped for a second, and backed away. I stood up and got on my knees behind Jen. I slipped my cock deftly into her completely soaked box. Mary came up behind me and grabbed my balls. Rubbing them softly, she pushed my hips until my dick was completely inside of Jennifer. She kept a hold of my boys as she pulled me back out, fucking my girlfriend by proxy. Rhythmically moving my dick in and out felt amazing; as did the gentle massage I was receiving on my hanging garden. I was nearing orgasm, and I nodded to Mary. We picked up the pace, and began fucking Jen harder and harder, faster and faster until she quivered with another wave of pleasure. I shot my load deep into her, hitting her cervix with my tip and spreading my seed within her.

We all collapsed in various states of pleasure exactly where we had been sitting. Mary and I were on the floor, and Jen was now lying on the couch. Utterly spent, we didn't move for a few minutes, letting the heat from the fire recharge our bodies. Mary came over to me first.

"Looks like you made a huge mess. Let me help you with that." She began licking the pussy juice and cum mixture off of my sore dick. It simultaneously hurt and felt great. 

When she had finished licking me off, the three of us sat on the sofa in our various states of nudity. Jennifer was completely naked, though she has brought a blanket from the back of the couch to rest over her shoulders. I was missing all clothing from the waist down. Mary, however, had yet to remove a single article of clothing. There was no noise, save for the occasional crack from the fireplace. Jennifer was seated next to me and Mary sat on the floor next to my legs. I reached down to Mary's waist, grabbing the elastic on the bottom of her sweatshirt and quickly yanking it all the way above her head. The fleece came off of her quickly as she instinctively raised her arms.

"Hey, I'm freezing." Mary twisted her neck around as if she wasn't entirely certain who had pulled off her top. A black sports bra concealed her mounds. 

"And you're about to get colder." I said, as I pulled the bra off in the same manner. Her breasts popped out from under the dark elastic fabric. Smaller than Jennifer's, Mary's tits were very perky. They completely betrayed any thought you may have of her having had children. With a winter tan line from the UV tubes, her breasts were half peach and half pale, with dark areolas highlighting somewhat large nipples for boobs that size. Jen's were certainly nicer, but as a guy, I would never complain. "You can't be the only one completely dressed."

I offered her my outstretched hand. "Come on up here, I have an idea." She took my hand, and pulled herself onto the couch. "Take off the rest of your clothes off." She looked at me with the slightest bit of disbelief, but then did as she was told.

Slowly she undid the tie-string to her pants. Placing her thumbs into the waistband, she pulled her panties down with them, revealing a mostly shaved pussy. A thin landing strip was all that graced her silky white slit. Small beads of sweat had started to form at the top of her pubic mound, likely due to the anticipation coming and the proximity to the fire. Her strong thighs extended from her well-toned abdomen, a picture of sexual attractiveness in an older woman.

"Ok, stay there. Jennifer, you sit on the other side of me." Jennifer sat facing me and looking directly at Mary. Mary looked at me. "Now, let's get these motors going again. I have a feeling neither one of you is done with me yet."

I licked both of my index fingers. My right hand then left my mouth, migrating south until it found the upper opening to Jennifer's vagina. My left hand, mirroring my right, found Mary's slit just as easily. Slowly, I began rubbing my wet fingers over each of their clits, alternating pressures and directions. My middle and ring fingers were massaging their labia's and my pinkies were checking for internal wetness. A minute passed, then two. After three minutes of my gentle rubbing, I could feel the glistening moisture start to emanate from both slits. Mary was far wetter; her pussy was lubricated very well from my gentle touch. I slid my fingers into her first, with Jennifer feeling my digits only moments later. With two fingers in each woman, I quickly increased the pace of both hands, trying to find the g-spot on both women.

"Mmmmm. That's nice Mike," Jennifer cooed in my ear.

"It sure is. I could sit like this forever." Mary replied, not to be outdone.

As I continued to play with their pussies, I leaned over and kissed Jen on her mouth. Our lips met several times, our tongues interlocking in passion. I broke off our kiss, and leaned over to Mary. Not expecting as much physical intimacy, she started back a bit at first, then brought her head up to mine and kissed me as well. Back and forth I kissed both women as I stroked their love organs.

"Who wants cock and who wants tongue?" I asked, playfully.

"Cock!" They both answered simultaneously.

Mary looked at Jennifer. "You had the cock last time, it's my turn." Jennifer relented, and I shifted my body to the left. Both ladies stood with my hands between their knees as I repositioned myself lying down on the couch.

Mary knelt on top of me, and slowly pulled my fingers out of her. Her hand began stroking my now-hard dick, and before long, she was lowering herself onto it. Jennifer had situated herself facing towards Mary, her labia now pushing itself down onto my lips. I knew what she wanted. My dick quivered as hot pussy engulfed it. My tongue flicked out into another warm box. I reached up with my hands and put them around Jennifer's magnificent tits. Mary began raising herself back up and slid her wet pussy walls all along my hardened shaft. I groaned and Jennifer ground her crotch farther into my face, increasing the sensation for us both. She cried out several times as my tongue danced inside of her, licking every drop from inside of her as my penis was being attacked by another. I saw Mary playing with Jen's tits from the corner of my eye. By the time, I had already dropped my hands to Jen's waist, and was attempting to play with her clit with my fingers. I thrust upwards with my hips and Mary let out a yelp. She had been doing all of the work so far, and it surprised her. She began grinding down on to me. The passion in her eyes, though, was focused on Jen's breasts. She was softly fondling them, looking at them with new eyes. Jen seemed to enjoy the sensation, but I am sure she was partially distracted from the tongue inside of her. I could feel Jen come, and my mouth was buffeted by her waves of pleasure. She stood up, and walked behind Mary, who was still bobbing up and down on my hard cock. Taking up a position behind her, she began rubbing Mary's clit, and massaging her boobs with her delicate fingers. I increased the power of my thrusting, and soon enough Mary was screaming in ecstasy. Her spasms finally coaxed my seed from my shaft, and when the two of us finally came, all three collapsed in a giant heap, panting heavily.

Jennifer was the first to speak. "Well Mary, was that everything you hoped for?"

"Jen, my dear, you two are always welcome back here to go skiing whenever you wish."



Secretary Extraordinaire Ch. 05



 Although you can enjoy this story on its own merits, if you want to know the whole backstory, please read the first four chapters.

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Things had been going very well for me in the last year. After a mind-blowing vacation after the Christmas party (one where I had a threesome with my secretary and my boss' wife) things did calm down a bit for me.

I walked into my office Monday morning, and Jen was already sitting at her desk, typing up a proposal for a deal I had been working on for a few months.

"Good morning Jen." 

"Good morning, Mr. Davies." She replied, smiling at me, and winking. We still had not told anyone about our relationship, since it would have created a lot of suspicion among the rest of the senior staff. The CEO and his wife knew, along with the corporate flight crew, but that was it. Mr. Archer had told me to keep it under my hat, which so far, I had done.

I hung up my overcoat on the coat rack outside my door, and walked inside my office. Jen's perfume lingered with me as I left her desk. I don't know what she wore, but it was floral and sweet, and it stayed with you for hours. Smelling that scent made me think of all the hot nights we had spent together. My dick twitched some, but as my thought drifted to the rest of my working day, it settled back down.

My work began to pile up, as it tends to do on Monday mornings. I was wondering how I was ever going to plow through it all when Jen brought me two more files. The extra work sucked, but at least it gave me a chance to admire her again today. She'd worn a tight green silk blouse with a black skirt suit that ended a little too far above her knees. She was wearing light black hose and shoes that I am sure cost more than some of our mail rooms guys make in a year. Holy shit, she looks amazing. My thoughts once again wandered as I imagined what I would do to her later tonight.

Noon rolled around and I went out to lunch. Since our relationship was still a secret, I went with some of my employees on a celebratory lunch with a new client, and Jen went with another secretary from the 15th floor. When I got back, though, she had not returned. I was a little miffed, since I'd been gone for almost 90 minutes, and she was only supposed to take an hour for lunch. I may be fucking her, but she still has to keep doing her job. When I opened the door to my office, however, I saw why she was not at her post.

Jennifer was sitting at my desk with her feet up, shoes off, and jacket unbuttoned. I could tell she'd freshened up her makeup from lunch. Damn, I'm a lucky man. I started to walk towards the desk, but she motioned for me to stop. I threw my jacket over the arm of the couch, and stood there, staring at this beauty.

Jen took her feet of my desk, and stood. Without heels, she wasn't very tall, and her petite body was mostly hidden behind the large piece of furniture. She moved out from behind it, slowly pulling her suit jacket back off her shoulders. As it passed her upper arms, she pushed her arms behind her and it fell to the floor. The move also had the secondary effect of pushing out her perfect breasts. Wonderfully beautiful C cups, her breasts were firm and perky, and I could see them tugging against her bra, begging to be released from the lace and silk that enclosed them. Jen smiled, and her fingers trekked up to the buttons on her blouse. Her tiny digits undid each only slowly; as they came undone, her shirt began to show my glances of her soft, smooth skin. I saw her bra, black and appearing to be sheer lace, peek out when she had passed the third button. When she got to the bottom, she ran her hands down the front of her thighs, and back up, grasping the two halves of her shirt. As her arms once again move rearward, her shirt fell to the floor in a growing pile of expensive clothing.

She ran her hands from the small of her back, around to her shapely abs, and up her ample chest. Her smile had changed from innocent to devilish, and I knew this was going to get wilder. My cock, formerly at rest, was rapidly filling with blood as I watched this nubile young woman strip for me. I half turned my head, making sure I'd closed the door behind me. I made a move to go to her, but her gesture stopped me yet again. I guess we are going to do this her way. Her hands once again slid down her torso and stopped at her waist. Her left hand grasped the zipper to her skirt as her right held the waistline. The zipper slowly went from top to bottom position, and when it reached its full travel, Jen released her grip on the skirt. It dropped neatly to the floor, caressing her outer thighs as it fell, causing me to be jealous of that thin material. The absence of the skirt revealed the bra's matching thong, jet black, and very sheer. It also revealed the tops of her thigh-high nylons.

No sooner had Jen stepped out from the skirt did her hands once again begin rubbing her body. They made small circles around her midsection, slowly working their way down to her right thigh. As her delicate fingers began to slowly roll down the thin stockings, my cock finally reached its full upright and locked position. Her hands rolled each stocking to the ankle, before she playfully threw them both at me. Standing up again, she began to walk towards me. When her body was within arm's reach, I drew her close to me and kissed her deeply. Although we both thoroughly enjoyed the kiss, she pulled away from me after a moment. Backing away slightly, her hands came up to my neck, and she loosened my tie. I stood there, silently, as this gorgeous specimen undressed me. She started with the tie; then the shirt came off. She was careful not to wrinkle anything. My belt and pants were next, and they went onto the pile of my clothes. As I lost my shoes and socks on my own, I stood there in my boxers with my hard on making a very large tent. Without warning or fanfare, she pulled them down to my ankles. I was completely naked, but unprepared for her having removed her bra and panties while I was staring down at my exposed cock in disbelief.

"Sit." Was all she said. I parked my butt on the couch, and waited as she came over to me. She began to give me an abbreviated lap dance; grinding her hips into me, her firm ass pushing up against my throbbing cock. My hands reached up to cup her tits, my fingers caressing her hard nipples. 

She turned and kissed me again, her breasts pressed up against my naked chest. My pole was harder than diamonds now. Her kiss broke with my lips, but her mouth continued to place kisses down my body. She kissed my shoulder, my chest, and my stomach. Her mouth finally reached my dick, and engulfed the head in a hot, wet kiss. Her lips parted and the soft skin of her lips rubbed my pleasure spots with slippery sweetness. Her tongue found the bottom of my cock's head and her mouth went farther down on my shaft, wetting me down and giving my body chills. Her head bobbed up and down the shaft, her mouth enclosed around it. Her tongue embraced my manhood, and a wave of raw, hot pleasure hit me. Her fingers gently massaged my balls, and my hands went to the back of her head, rubbing her hair as she pleasured me. It wasn't long after she began sucking me that I felt the urge rising up within me. I pulled her head off of me, and bent down to kiss her lips. 

As we kissed, I slowly brought up her body, and she stood up in front of me. I pulled at her hips, guiding her slowly towards my lap. As she knelt on the couch, straddling my legs, I guided her hips onto my cock as she held it steady. Our bodies joined up, and my moistened cock easily slid into her soaking pussy. Her love box quickly took in my entire hard member as she let her weight settle her onto my lap. She moaned as the mixture of pleasure and pain spread up her body. Her tits were in my face, moving down, and I took a nipple in my mouth, sucking it gently. My hands moved to the small of her back, gently rubbing her silky skin as we fucked. She settled down on my lap permanently, and began to rock her hips back and forth, shifting my dick inside of her. I knew this hit her g-spot extra hard, and I pulled and pushed her hips with her rhythm. In no time, she was coming over and over, as a wave of sexual pleasure flooded her entire being. She shuddered onto me, and her body contacted mine as she bent forward to embrace me. I kept thrusting inside of her as my arms wrapped around her small frame. Our lips met, and as our tongues began to wrestle, I felt the final spasm from my loins as I filled her sweet pussy with my seed.

She collapsed on me as I sat back to the back of the couch. We kept kissing for a while, neither wanting to move right away. Finally, I broke the silence. "So, how was your lunch?" She just laughed and kissed me again.