0 comments/ 26217 views/ 0 favorites Working For Mr. Goodsmith By: RBeatman The secretary led her into the room and sat her upon the couch. "When Mr. Goodsmith comes in, you're to do whatever he tells you, no exceptions. The reason you're here is for his pleasure," Mr. Goodsmith's personal assistant paused and looked at Ashlyn. "If he's unsatisfied you're out of a job." She looked sheepishly up at the older woman, her lower lip quivering slightly the way a person's does when they meet their personal idol. This woman had the life Ashlyn wanted: successful, independent, and young enough to still be a fox! She must be almost forty but her breasts were still firm under her button-up shirt and her tight black skirt hugged two supple, bountiful ass cheeks. Her brunette hair was pulled back and her glasses her thin-rimmed. Ashlyn on the other hand was shorter, younger, more inexperienced and more abundant in her proportions. Where as Mr. Goodsmith's personal assistant had breasts delicately carved from the bounty of her bosom, like two ripening grapefruits nestled against each other, Alshyn's breasts were less graceful, two large handfuls of tits added like an afterthought to her figure. Her biggest asset in her own mind was her bottom, of which she took pride in showing off with by bending over often while wearing mini skirts and letting men get a good look. Its shape was taught and more proportionate to her body type than her large tits. "If you have any questions, now is the best time to ask them. He'll be here momentarily." "How old is he?" "Mr. Goodsmith prefers to let personal details like that remain unknown. He's probably around forty-five, if you must know." "Is he handsome?" The secretary smirked at this, "From one working woman to another, you're in for a treat. Mr. Goodsmith is one of the main perks of working for Mr. Goodsmith." With that, she tidied the mohogeny desk in the center of the room and then left, closing the office doors behind her with a soft hush. Ashlyn was left alone in the room, her anticipation and excitement making her toes flex and her knees bounce. She thought of the first time she was with an older man, about his intimate working knowledge of female anatomy, and how to do just what she wanted him to without her having to ask. He was gentle and patient, diligent and persistent. She had never climaxed so hard as she had that night with him, their lovemaking went long into the morning. She was done with boys after that. The door opened in the midst of her daydream and Mr. Goodsmith walked into the room with purpose and poise. He was distinguished: tall, lean, and graying slightly at the temples. He paused for a moment in front of Ashlyn, his eyes devouring her modest curves and pale skin. Hers did the same, tracing the outline of his cream-colored suit and stopping suddenly when they locked with his, both of their sexual energies emitting sparks as they eyed each other hungrily. "You're the new girl?" "Yes Mr. Goldsmith." "What's your name?" "Ashlyn LaRouche" "Interesting. French?" "Yes, Mr. Goldsmith." "I suppose Miss Clement filled you in on your...position in this company." "Yes, Mr. Goodsmith. I'm your personal fuck toy." He smiled wryly. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I dislike vulgarity. Unless I instruct you do to so, you will not use such language unless you wish to be appropriately punished for it." "And what if I want to be punished?" She uncrossed her legs and hitched up her skirt, her soft flanks in stark contrast to the dark fabric of the couch. She caught his eyes lingering on the shadows between her legs. "Come here, Miss LaRouche. Stand before me." She did as she was instructed, standing so close in front of him that she could smell his masculine scent. "I'm afraid we won't have much time to get acquanted. I'm in a hurry today" "Yes, Mr. Goodsmith." "Take off your blouse. Do it slowly." "Yes, Mr. Goodsmith." She unbottoned each button with diligence and patience, she would rather have just ripped her shirt off and pounced on top of the man. His concentration was supreme, to be able to handle all the sexual tension she was exuding. As each button was undone, more and more of her pink skin was revealed to him: the soft cleft between her tits, the opulent roundness of the top of her breasts, her thin, delicate collarbone. Finally her chest, bound tightly by a lacy red bra, was exposed to the cool air of the office. Her nipples hardened against the fabric of the bra like two red cherries floating on top of two pools of lava. "Take off the bra. Do it slowly." "Yes, Mr. Goodsmith." She reached behind her back and with two hands unhooked her bra strap. Her tits heaved and fell forward, their girth released from restraint. She slid the bra down her arm, squeezing her pouting breasts together with her elbows as she did it. His gaze was filled with the immensity of her tits. He cupped each breast, squeezing and lifting them in turn, pinching and puling her hard nipples as she whimpered and purred. "Bounce for me." She put her arms by her sides and arched her back. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she went up in down, her tits suspending and falling and colliding and rising in repetition. She could tell that Mr. Goodsmith was starting to get hard. The thought of it made her wet her lips unconsciously. "I'm going to get straight to the point. I want you to put me in your mouth until I come. I want to ejaculate on your breasts. Does that sound acceptable?" "Oh yes, Mr. Goodsmith." She got straight to the point as well, dropping to her knees again in front of him and pulling his pants down, not bothering with the button and zipper. His penis flopped against his thigh once and she wrapped her lips around it before it was fully erect. She sucked his cock from tip to shaft, slowly drawing the fullness of it into her mouth. Her tongue worked along the underside of his shaft, stroking it up and down firmly. Her head bobbed in his lap, her hot, wet mouth tightly consuming his cock. Mr. Goodsmith let out a moan and settled back onto his heels, his fingers running through her thick blond hair, pulling her towards him, pushing himself further into her, twisting her hair slowly until she whimpered with pain and delight. His slick wet dick slid against her lips and tongue as she sucked him off. She even let the very edge of her front teeth scrape softly against his cock, an added sensation that caused him to tilt his head back and tighten his grip. As she slurped up and down, she slid her left hand under her skirt and over her panties, rubbing her pussy lips through the thin cotton fabric. She slipped her fingers under the strap and felt her wetness against her fingertips. She began masturbating herself as she sucked off Mr. Goodsmith. He began to writhe rhythmically as he stood, his cock sliding further and further towards the back of her mouth. She in turn began bouncing and grinding her hand, sex-charged volts running up her body. Her breasts quivered and her hot pussy dampened and her clit grew harder. They were both moaning, him succumbing to her raw oral talents, her succumbing to the unleashed passions of supreme ecstacy. "I'm going to come!" "Mm-Hmm!" She pulled his cock out of her mouth with a gasp and using her right hand jerked him off. Her tongue flicked against the head of his penis and she moaned with pleasure. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, her tits thrust forward, trembling with anticipation. Her hands worked furiously, one circling her clit, driving her into a mind numbing orgasm; the other pumping his saliva-slicked cock until he spasmed and hot jets of come burst forth and bombarded her thighs, stomach,tits, neck, chin and finally mouth as she pulled him back into it and coddled his penis during its final convulsions. It stayed hard as she licked the residue off of it and rubbed the running come up her stomach and over her breasts, her nipples popping out from under her hands. She slipped her fingers back between her pussy lips and slid them into herself slowly while licking the semen off her fingers. Mr. Goodsmith pulled his pants up and buttoned them, pausing momentarily for Ashlyn to place a loving kiss on the head of his penis. "You seem very capable of your job, Miss LaRouche. I'm thoroughly impressed." "Thank you, Mr. Goodsmith." "If your output is as...masterly as it was today, you can surely expect great things from my organization." "I'm more interested in your organ, Mr. Goodsmith." He laughed, "I see you are very driven in your career choice, Miss LaRouche. Keep it up, and we'll see if we have a permanent place for you here. You should know, that's the same way Miss Clement secured her position as my personal assistant: with similar dedication as you are showing now." "We don't have the time to show you how dedicated I can be today, you're in a hurry." "Hmm. Absolutely right, Miss LaRouche. How about you demonstrate your dedication for me tonight? I'll be returning to my penthouse from work around eight. I'll have Miss Clement arrange you a ride there. Are you opposed to sleeping over?" "Mr. Goodsmith," Ashlyn was still slowly fingering herself, "we both know there won't be any sleeping." "Hm. Good girl. Now get dressed and run along, I've got work to do." "Yes, Mr. Goodsmith." As she put her bra and blouse back on, she was amazed at her own juices running slowly down the inside of her thigh. She gathered her purse and left the room as Mr. Goodsmith reclined behind his immense desk. Working For Mr. Goodsmith Ch. 02 The secretary smiled knowingly as Ashlyn walked out of the office, still straightening her hair and clothes. "Good first day?" "I think this job is going to suit me very well, Miss Clement." "Please, call me Eva." She stood and walked over to Ashlyn, the muscles in her lithe legs tightening as she did so. She glanced at the translucent sheen of come on Ashlyn's chest and neck, "We ought to get you cleaned up before you leave the building. Come with me to the ladies' room." Ashlyn nodded and followed her down the hallway and into a giant, plush restroom. Once inside, Eva stopped abruptly and locked the door behind them. "This job can be easy and rewarding, Miss LaRouche --" "Ashlyn is fine." " -- Ashlyn, but I know full well the stresses inherent in tending to someone else's...demands. It leaves little room for you to explore your own personal interests." Ashlyn could still feel the thin bead of her juice slipping past her panties, she was still so horny. "Too much stress results in poor work, so its part of my job to assure that you get the relaxation you require between sessions with Mr. Goodsmith." The implications of the secretary's words shocked and excited Ashlyn, "Eva, I understand what you mean, I think, but...I've never..." "Been eaten out by a woman? Then this is going to be a really great first day for you." Eva pushed Ashlyn back onto the sink counter and pulled her skirt up, running her fingernails across her skin as she did so, giving the girl goosebumps on her legs. Ashlyn spread her knees apart and Eva clasped her thin panties with her slender fingers and pulled them down and off. Ashlyn's glistening muff was in full view, her lips full and her clitoris hard. "Oh, you want this so bad, huh?" "Uh-huh!" was all Ashlyn could whisper. The older woman got on her knees in front of Ashlyn and gently blew cool air over her hot snatch. Ashlyn whimpered and squirmed. "And I know Mr. Goodsmith is opposed to vulgarity, but I want you to know that whatever you want to say or do is fine...with...me" She said the last words airily, her breath cascading over Ashlyn's pussy. Suddenly, unexpectedly, Eva's long, red tongue slid from the bottom of Ashlyn's vagina to the top, the tip of it flicking her clit with a flourish. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" Ashlyn whispered. Eva moaned as she put her mouth over the girl's sex and worked it with her tongue. It did laps around the outside of her pussy, delved firmly and deep into it, circled her clitoris and ran up and down the length of her opening. Ashlyn's legs trembled and she put her legs around Eva's head, her high heels clicking against each other. She pulled the secretary's hair, pressing her mouth harder against her twat, grinding away the sexual tension built up with her encounter with Mr. Goodsmith. She imagined it was his mouth on her now. Eva, in the midst of Ashlyn's squirming, unbottoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. She wore no bra and her tits stayed suspended in the air like a defiance of gravity. Eva looked up at Ashlyn from her lap and their eyes locked. Eva pulled back and, cupping her right tit in her hand, rubbed her erect nipple against Ashlyn's red hot clit. She gasped and moaned and writhed on top of the counter. "Oh, you like that, huh?" "Shit! Uh-huh!" "You're into kinky shit, huh? You're a little slut aren't you?" "Yes! I'm a little slut!" Eva's long fingers slid deep into Ashlyn's wet pussy. Ashlyn bucked and pressed harder into her. "You want me to fuck you with my mouth?" "Ooh yea..." Eva dipped her face between Ashlyn's thighs again and began mopping up the girl's juices with her tongue. Her chin was dripping with sweat and come, her right tit shining from the moisture. Ashlyn had unbuttoned her blouse and was kneading her breasts with her hands and pinching her nipples with her fingers. Her head was tilted back against the mirror and her firm tits pointed up at the ceiling as she played with them. Eva's tongue sent lightning bolts that erupted Ashlyn's clit with pleasure. Her nipples ached from her unconsciously pinching them harder and harder as she got closer to climax. "Yes! I'm a slut! Fuck! Oh yea!" Eva suddenly stopped and stood up, her tits brushing against Ashlyn's legs as she did so. "Turn around Ashlyn." Not wanting to stop, wanting only to come finally, Ashlyn jumped off the counter and turned around, facing the mirror without question. Eva bent her over the sink until her tight ass was in the air and her tits were pressed against the startlingly cold tiles of the counter. "Please, Eva! I need to come now!" Eva smacked Ashlyn's ass with the palm of her hand. The smack echoed in the lavish bathroom and there was a red handprint on Ashlyn's right cheek. She did it again, cupping with her palm the full, supple bottom of the cheeks. Ashlyn gasped and moaned with each spank. Eva slid her hand between Ashlyn' s legs and, from behind, began rubbing her clit with her fingers while she squeezed Ashlyn's firm buttocks. "You like that?" "Yes!" The site in the mirror was what finally drove Ashlyn to climax. Her tits were pressed up against the counter, her back arched and her ass pointing upwards -- if only Mr. Goodsmith was here to pound her from behind right now! Eva's tits bounced as she worked Ashlyn's clit with one hand and her own with the other. She ran her pink tongue over Ashlyn's ass cheeks and bit them with her teeth. Both women moaned and writhed in sexual absorption. "I'm gonna come! I'm coming!" Eva's fingers circled Ashlyn's clit ferociously as she screamed out in the echoing bathroom. She spread her legs and pressed her pussy into Eva's palm while her body was wracked with orgasm. Eva slid her fingers deep inside herself and watched the young girl's body go rigid then limp with climax. Ashlyn collapsed against the sink in a sweaty heap, sliding slowly to the floor since she couldn't move her legs. Eva stood above her, her legs spread, her tits protruding, and her fingers still working her clit. The air in the bathroom was warm and smelled like women. "I understand," Eva whispered between moans "that you're to meet with Mr. Goodsmith tonight at his apartment." Ashlyn was still so rocked by her orgasm she didn't respond. "You had better go get ready then. And wear black. Something easy to take off." Eva's moans became more frequent and prolonged. Her eyes glossed over and her back straightened. She was about to come, too. Ashlyn regained control of her trembling body and knelt before the woman. She grabbed with both hands Eva's tight behind and pressed her pussy against her wet mouth. Eva's eyes widened and she gasped in air as Ashlyn began working her clit with her mouth. She was already so close to coming that she simply grabbed Ashlyn's hair and held on, letting the younger girl do the rest of the work. Her ass clenched in Ashlyn's hands and she came, hot juices dripping onto the girl's face and sliding down to her tits. Eva moaned quietly as she came, her fingers buried deep into Ashlyn's blond hair. Ashlyn looked up from the bathroom floor and smiled, her face and breasts shiny with wetness. "Looks like we'll be working together from now on. It always pays to take care of your coworkers." "You are a little slut. Come on, get up. You still have a lot of work to do." With that the two women dressed and washed, Ashlyn's mind returning constantly to the day she had just had and the night she had waiting ahead of her. Working For Mr. Goodsmith Ch. 03 "Ashlyn! You're just the woman I wanted to see, please come in." The slender girl paused for a moment in the entry-way into the penthouse apartment, the sheer size and luxury of the place stunning her. Mr. Goodsmith certainly had money, he could certainly impress. He was just as impressed himself by her low-cut black dress, hanging off both shoulders and dangling like an afterthought from the tip of her breasts. Ahlyn's blond hair was primped into a bushel of tight curls and wrapped up on top of her head like a 1940's pinup girl. The dress ended abruptly an inch below the soft curve of her bottom and her slim, taught calves were accented by the three-inch black leather high heals that caused her to stand taller and to straighten her back, emphasizing her already emphasized breasts without trying. "Why don't you make yourself a drink? I'm still tending to dinner. Duck Burgundy." She had already made herself a few drinks at her apartment to ease her nerves. Her first day working for Mr. Goodsmith was like nothing she had experienced before and she had been nervous about having a private dinner with her boss that very night. It seemed that she had worried herself over nothing, however; Mr. Goodsmith looked like he had already had a few drinks himself, he was relaxed and jovial and had dropped the formality of Ashlyn's last name as soon as he saw her. She went over to the bar inset in the wall and made herself a gin and ginger ale. He watched her skirt rise slightly as she leaned over the low bar, the crease under her buttocks sliding into view for a split second. "Mr. Goodsmith, I wanted to thank you for inviting me over for dinner," Ashlyn said after she sipped her drink. She had made it strong. "This whole thing, this job...its not what I expected at all." She walked back towards him, in the adjoining kitchen. "Is it still a position you're comfortable with?" "Yes. Very." "Then there will be plenty of time to thank me later." "Plenty of time to find out what other positions I'm comfortable with, as well." She stood in front of him, her breath slipping through her red lips in a sultry promise. Ahlyn set her drink on the counter and took Mr. Goodsmith's silk tie in her hands, pulling him towards her. She lifted herself up and sat on the counter, gasping as the cold of the marble touched her thighs, her skirt hiking up, exposing lacy black panties. She wrapped her bare legs around him and their mouths meshed in a powerful, lustful kiss. His hands ran over her shoulders, dropping the straps of the dress into the crooks of her elbows, revealing the top of her bosom and the edge of her bra. Ashlyn hooked her legs together, high heels clicking against each other, and they pressed their bodies into one another. She could feel his penis hardening, straining against the fabric of his pants and her panties. She slid a hand down and stroked his cock, moaning as she did so. His tongue slid into her wet mouth and their bodies moved rhythmically. He kissed her neck, and her shoulders, and the top of her heaving tits and pulled the dress and the bra down and kissed her hard, pink nipples. He sucked on them and flicked them with his tongue as she ran her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs tighter around him. He laid her down on the counter and slid the dress under her ass and off, letting it drop to the hardwood floor. Her bra was still on but pulled down, her panties already wet and her high heels pointing to the ceiling. He trailed his tongue down between the cleavage of her tits, across her flat, quivering stomach, and traced the edge of her panties with it, enjoying how her breathing quickened and the way her back arched. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and licked the inside of her thighs. Ashlyn closed her eyes and moaned softly. He kissed her wet pussy through the thin panties and her knees tightened. Using one hand to brace her ass, he pulled her panties to one side and relished in the sight of her shaven, glistening vagina. He blew cold air over it and Ashlyn's whole body went rigid with excitement and she squeaked out "Ah! Yes!" He wrapped his mouth over her pussy and slowly dragged his tongue up and down, her sweet taste and tiny squeals of ecstasy fueling his passion. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, her legs and hands pulling his head closer to her. She closed her eyes and focused on the raw sexual energy eminating from between her legs. She came, whimpering, staring up into the reflective ceiling of the kitchen, watching her tits bounce as her boss ate her out better than she had ever been eaten out before. Even after her legs went limp, Mr. Goodsmith was still gently licking the soft folds of her pussy, each touch sending shivers up her spine. She had to pull his head up and away from her, it was too much at once. Her heavy breathing rocked her tits back and forth until she sat up. "Your turn." Ashlyn slid off the counter and went to him, unclasping her bra and letting it fall as she did so. Her nipples were hard and she pressed her tits against him as she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She took off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt when he said, "I can always get a new one". She looked up with a smile and with both hands ripped the shirt apart sending buttons scattering around the kitchen. She kissed his chest, bit it, flicked her tongue over his left nipple and slid down to her knees on the floor in front of him. She undid his black leather belt and pulled it from the loops. She snapped it against the counter with a loud pop. "We'll save this for later". She unbuttoned his pants and let them fall around his ankles. She smiled as she saw his thick cock pressed tight against his underwear, aching to be let free. She grabbed her left tit with her right hand and slid her left hand into her panties, pouting a little and teasing his cock, barely touching it with her puckered lips. She teased him and played with her clit for a moment then took hold of his underwear and pulled them off of him. His dick bounced up and gently slapped her cheek, causing her to gasp then smile. "You're so hard for me. This is all mine right now." She took his erect penis in her hand and guided it towards her mouth. She rubbed it against her lips and across her cheek, blowing hot air on it. She slapped it playfully against her tongue and could feel a thin trail of pre-cum from his tip. She lifted it and kissed along the underside of the shaft to his balls and gently lapped at them with her tongue. He moaned and slid his fingers into the tight curls of her hair. She slid her tongue up along the shaft and just as it reached the head she slid the whole thing deep into her mouth toward the back of her throat. Mr. Goodsmith moaned louder and tightened his grip on her hair. This was the second time today he was surprised with the force and power her full lips wrapped themselves around his penis. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock and used her hands to cup his balls and play with herself. She moaned into his dick and the vibrations of her voice tingled his thick shaft. He held her hair and guided her mouth back and forth along the length of his cock and her bright blue eyes looked up at him with lust. She suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth and spat between her tits, wrapping them around his shaft, letting him fuck them. Her breasts were so full that his cock was lost between them, only his head poked out the top, which she licked and suckled on when she could. He rocked back and forth, his dick sliding smoothly between her boobs. "Your dick looks so big between my tits." She slid it back into her mouth and sucked on it quickly, pulled it out with a trail of cum and saliva and slapped it against her nipples. "Do you want to fuck me?" He put his hands under her arms and lifter her up off the floor. He turned her around and had her put her hands on the counter. He grabbed the belt and cracked it against itself with a loud smack. "Miss LaRouche, I warned you not to use dirty words around me or you'd be punished." She put her head down and stuck her tight ass out as far as she could. He stood behind her to one side and placed one hand on top of her ass to steady her. She looked back and smiled. "I know you want to fuck me, Mr. Goodsmith." He smacked her ass with the belt. She squealed with a mixture of delight and pain, her long legs tightening and her stilleto heels of her shoes lifting off the ground for a second. "That's one," he said, "You get one more for being naughty." "Fuck that, I want more." He smiled and pulled her panties off her ass, letting them hang just above her knees. He steadied her ass again and cracked it with the belt once more. She gasped and stuck her ass out farther, her tits pressed against the counter, the second time today that she found herself in this position. He smacked it again, red lines starting to against the pale skin of her buttocks. "Does it hurt?" "Yes!" "Do you want me to stop?" "Fuck no!" "I have an idea, maybe some ice will help." He took an ice cube from out of the freezer and ran it slowly over her butt cheeks, tracing the lines left by the belt with it. Ashlyn gasped at the cold sensation but it felt so good to her. His hand slid down between her legs and she felt the icy cold spread over her wet pussy. "Feel better?" All she could do was whimper as he slowly slid the ice cube past her pussy lips and slipped it inside of her. The cold was intense but she didn't have long to dwell on it; he stood and smacked her across her ass with the belt again. The contrasting sensations of cold from the ice and heat from the sting of the belt arched along her spine and she nearly collapsed in ecstasy. She cried out instead, "oh! Oh!" He spanked her again, this time with his hand, cupping her luscious cheeks with his palm, leaving a red handprint across her ass. She could feel the ice melting inside of her and felt the cold water trickling down her thighs. Mr. Goodsmith decided not to wait any longer and grabbed hold of Ahslyn's full ass. She pointed it up at him and he could see her pussy lips from behind. He pressed his penis against her wet cunt and slid it in with little resistance. "Oh God! Its so big!" His dick filled her tight little pussy, so tight in fact that he was surprised by the grip she had on his member. He slid it slowly in and out of her dripping vagina, her cheeks spread as he pumped behind her. His rhythm began to pick up. Ashlyn arched her back as far as she could, pushing against him and he grabbed her tits from behind. She steadied herself against the counter and felt her climax building again. He smacked her ass once more with his hand and it sent her over the edge, screaming and bucking against him in orgasm. They moved together as one, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her electrified cunt, her orgasm reaching new heights. "I'm close" he said and she immediately pulled him out of her, turned around and jumped up on the counter and slid him back inside her pussy. Facing her, he stared at her full, pouting lips in a ring of ecstasy and her large, supple tits bouncing up and down and against each other, her tight stomach and her smooth, hot snatch wrapped around his cock. He felt his dick throbbing inside of her. Just before climax, he pulled his dick out and she dropped to her knees on the floor, saying "Cum for me! Cum all over me!" She pressed her tits together and opened her mouth, her red tongue waiting for him. He came, two huge loads of semen splashing against her cheek and mouth, dripping down onto her tits. She wrapped her lips around his penis and sucked him off, feeling his hot load hitting the back of her throat, swallowing as he pumped his seed into her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pushed himself farther into her than any man had been before. She choked and pulled his cock out of her mouth and licked it up and down, cleaning off his sperm and her pussy juices, playing with her tender clit the whole time, pulling on her nipples and rubbing his load over her tits, smiling with satisfied lust. She slapped his dick against her tongue again and laughed. The kitchen timer went off just then, startling them both back into reality. "I hope you saved some room for dinner," Mr. Goodsmith said with a smirk. "Dinner sounds nice," Ashyln said as she got up off the floor. "But its dessert I'm interested in now..."