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The Personal Assistant Ch. 1

By: DobieGrrl



I still can't believe this happened to me. I'll never be able to explain all this! I have to start at the beginning. See, I was working at this restaurant off of Sunset – one of the many hopefuls waiting for their big break. You know the story. Anyways, I was leaving work one day, sweaty, tired, and covered in grease, when this limousine stops beside me. The driver rolls down his window, tips his hat, and hands me a business card. 

"Be there at three tomorrow afternoon," he says, and drives off. Well, I looked at the card, and all that was on it was an address in the Hills. I stuffed it in my pocket, figuring that it was some weirdo, and walked home. But later, I thought about it. You know, maybe it was a producer that saw me and thought I had the makings of a star. I know I look hot now – I had better, after spending all that money on the boob job, the gym, the hairstylist… And this was a pretty prestigious neighborhood. It wasn't like the slums or anything. Maybe this was my big break. 

So at three the next day, I was waiting at the gates. I had put on my new green dress, the one that fit me without looking slutty, and had combed my newly red, shining, long hair down my back. I knew I looked stunning. Angie Everhart had nothing on me, I thought with pride. They buzzed me in without even asking my name. I walked the long way up the driveway to the door (which was no easy feat in three inch heels) and was let in before I knocked. The maid glared at me, but gestured me into the parlor. The house was unbelievable – opulent, rich, but not ostentatious. 

"I'm not sure why I'm here," I told the maid. She just laughed and walked off, shaking her head. I strolled around the room, and was looking at what appeared to be a genuine Monet on the wall when the double doors swung open. A gorgeous woman walked in the room. I immediately felt inferior. She had the kind of looks that only God could give. No plastic surgery could achieve that perfection. 

She looked me up and down with cold, appraising eyes. "I approve of his choice," she said. "But I bet you have no idea why you're here," she said sarcastically. I looked at her and shook my head. "Well, you're basically here for your big break, although I'm sure it's not the way you always pictured it."

I looked at her. She was one hell of a fox. Although I had never really preferred women to men, a hot pussy was sometimes satisfying, and I had never wanted another woman the way I was beginning to want her. I don't know what it was, maybe the atmosphere, but sheesh! My pussy was dripping like a faucet. I was glad I had worn underwear for once. 

She sat down on a chaise, crossing her legs. I caught a flash of neatly shaved pussy and began to sweat. "It's like this. My husband is Rick Cansler. The producer. I'm sure you've heard of him. Anyway, he likes to roam a little, and he was getting a little tired of satisfying me as much as I need to be satisfied, so he gave me the authority to hire myself two 'personal assistants' to use as I see fit. The pay is $100,000 a year, plus room and board. If I decide to hire you, you will need to appear as if you are serving as my personal assistant. I have a male, too – I think you met him yesterday. My chauffeur. He drives me in every way possible. He will also be open to your use any way you wish, on your own time. However, I am certain that my husband will desire to have you a couple of times. Although this is not your main function, you will find it necessary to let him fuck you. He's great in the sack, so it isn't a huge sacrifice. You may find that this could be your big break. We do have many very important producers, directors, and actors over for parties, and your talents may be called upon for use in these situations. Is this sounding like something that you could attempt?"

I almost fainted. Sure, I always said I would never sleep my way to the top, but I wasn't making anywhere near a hundred grand at the diner, and I would eat that pussy all of my life for free. Plus, this could be my only chance to hit it big! "I would be willing to give it a shot," I said carefully. 

"Fine. There are several things that must be done. First, I would like to taste your pussy. I cannot keep you in sexual service if your pussy isn't appealing to my tastes. Surely you understand that." I nodded. "Also, I must have you bring me to orgasm with your tongue. I have found that, although techniques may be learned, a natural enthusiasm must be present in order for you to become truly skilled. You must also orally manipulate Josh – that's the chauffeur – for you must be able to operate on men in order to please my husband and his friends. Josh will also fuck you in order to gauge your pussy tightness and response. We are looking for someone who is quick to orgasm."

I smiled and stood up. "When do we begin?"

She stared at me. "Well, first I must call Josh in to the house, then we must go a private sector. We usually fuck in the south wing of the house, so that we cannot be heard during parties. Follow Maria, she will show you to the room." The maid appeared and led me up two flights of stairs into a huge bedroom. 

"We have to get you undressed. The Mistress will want you in lingerie. She has a fetish for lace and leather," said the maid curtly. She efficiently unzipped my dress, unclasped my bra, and knelt to take my panties off. My head was swirling. I couldn't believe I was doing this! Also, my pussy was so wet, I was afraid I was going to start dripping on the floor. I looked down to find the maid staring at my pussy, mesmerized. "I wanted this job," she said quietly. "But I am not her type. I can see why she wants you. I wish I could touch it, but the Mistress would be upset."

"Who cares?" I groaned, grabbing her hair and pulling her mouth to my pussy. "She'll never know." Instantly, the maid's tongue began swirling around in my pussy while her lips sucked softly on my clit. I moaned and came instantly, shuddering in her mouth. She stood and rushed to the restroom, washing her face frantically, rinsing her mouth with water. 

"Your pussy was wonderful, but I can't let the Mistress smell it on me," she explained. She turned to the cabinet and found a white lacy bra with nipple holes and a white lace garter belt. Digging out a pair of six-inch heels, she unceremoniously dumped the lingerie on the bed beside my still panting body. "Get dressed. I can assure you, she'll be here soon, and she'll expect her you to be excited and ready to receive her."

I had no sooner laced up the heels than the door opened and she entered, followed by a gorgeous blond surfer lookalike. "This is Josh," she said. "Are you wet? I am going to taste you first." She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Immediately, the maid picked it up and scurried out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I almost came from the sight of her. Perfect, bouncy little breasts, a tight waist, and a ghetto booty that would make any rapper cream his pants. She directed me to a nearby chair, which I eagerly sank into, spreading my legs and thrusting my pussy out in the air. "Hmm," she said, " I think we will need to shave that quickly." With that, she lowered her mouth to my twat and proceeded to give me a tongue-lashing like I had never dreamed. She went from quickly twiddling my clit with her tongue to probing the inner depths of my vagina. I screamed in ecstasy as I came. She quickly came up, sidled around the side of the chair, and before I had even caught my breath, pushed her pussy into my mouth. 

I've eaten a few in my time, but I wasn't on the same level of expertise as she was. Still, I was damn determined that she was going to cum. I started mimicking her movements, gauging my status by her reactions. Her pussy was dripping hot juice all down my throat, all over my neck, dribbling down onto my exposed DD breasts. She began to squirm, and I took that as a signal to lock in on her clit, focusing on it with a single mindedness that would make most people scream. She came furiously, humping my tongue as I tried frantically to keep up with her rapid movements. She fell over on the bed, exhausted. I lay in the chair, trying to catch my breath. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be.

Josh the chauffeur had removed his pants to reveal a huge, ten-inch erection that he was stroking softly, watching me eat his Mistress. He walked over, stopping by my head. His huge penis bobbed softly in the air in front of my mouth. Although I still hadn't caught my breath, I've always been a glutton for punishment, and I sucked him into my mouth voraciously. I took him deep, marveling that I could take his huge cock to the root, and sucked him in long, deep strokes. He groaned and began to quiver. I was anticipating his load when he abruptly stopped and backed off. I panted, confused, and stood up. "Why did you stop?" I asked. He grabbed my hips, turned me around, bent me over the chair, and thrust that cock inside me deeper than I ever knew possible. I screamed as he stretched me to accommodate his huge length and girth. His strokes quickened, and I felt him hit depths and recesses that I never knew existed. I had the most heart pounding, bone chilling orgasm of my life, cumming incessantly as he pounded me mercilessly from behind. I tried to collapse, but he held my hips, slamming me until I thought I would pass out. Just as I felt myself begin to brim over with another orgasm, I felt something. I looked down to see the Mistress licking my clit as she stroked Josh's balls. I had never had a clitoral orgasm and a vaginal orgasm at the same time, but I had always heard they were the ultimate. Let me tell you, ultimate doesn't begin to describe it. I damn near fainted, shuddering from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I slammed my hips back into Josh, frantically grinding into her mouth at the same time and cumming like a wildwoman. Josh began to moan, and I felt him tense up. Just as I stopped cumming, he convulsed, pouring hot jism into the deepest recesses of my pussy.

I sank down in the chair, finally getting the chance to catch my breath. The Mistress stood as if nothing had happened, wiping her mouth casually. "We will have to discuss terms later, of course, and my husband will want to meet you, but I am sure that you will be ideal for the position. We will see you at noon tomorrow. Josh will show you out. Thank you." With that, she left the room, still buck naked. I looked at Josh, stunned. He shrugged. 

"She's got a closet in the next room. Besides, the only one allowed in this wing is Maria, and she eats the Mistress sometimes, when the Mistress is desperate. Come on, let's put on your clothes, and I'll take you home." He stood, grabbed his pants, and began to dress. I put on my clothes in a daze and followed him out to the door. He drove me home, stopping in front of my dingy apartment. "See you tomorrow," he said with a grin. "I knew you were the one." Oh Lord, what am I going to do tomorrow?

The Personal Assistant Ch. 2



So here I was, returning to the house like the glutton for punishment that I am. If you haven't read the first, here's a brief overview of my week:

1. Strange man invites me to a house.

2. Rich woman hires me to become her "personal assistant" and sex slave for a hefty fee. 

3. The Mistress, the chauffeur and I had a great fuck session in her chambers.

After the first day, I began to have doubts. Yeah, it was great while it lasted, but do I really want to sell myself into something like this? There's a difference between a nice fuck-em-and-leave-em and a relationship where I have to be available for sexual favors at all times of the day. I was supposed to have an appointment the next day to meet the husband, but I decided that morning that I wasn't going to go. Then, I went in to work at the diner. After one hour of irate customers, leering construction workers, and my irritating manager patting my ass, I threw my apron on the counter and left. If I hurried, I could still make it by noon. 

I really dressed up for this meeting, sensing that although the Mistress had approved, her hubby held the pocketbook strings and therefore had the final word. The dress I wore this time had no pretense of decency. I felt like I would fall out of the top if I bent over. (Of course, that could be a useful "accident" if I planned it right.) When I rang the bell this time, I knew where I was and why I was there. Of course, I was still nervous as hell. Maria answered with a brief nod and led me back into the parlor. 

"The Mistress is out today. Mr. Cansler will be in promptly - as soon as he and his lunch partner finish their conference call." She turned on her heel and left. 

I sat on the chaise nervously, crossing my legs and pulling up my skirt. I had spent twenty minutes the night before carefully shaving my bush, remembering the Mistress's comments. I must admit, I loved the way it felt. I wanted to rub it against everything in sight. 

I heard the door open and leapt to my feet. Two men entered. One of them I recognized as a famous director; the other I assumed to be Mr. Cansler. "How are you, sir? My name is Amber. I'm your wife's new personal assistant. I mean, if you approve." Oh God, I'm babbling. I can't believe how stupid I sound!

Mr. Cansler smiled. "Call me Rick, and this is Andy. I approve wholeheartedly. Why don't you sit down and tell me what my wife has described your duties to entail?"

I sat down, being careful to flash him with my pussy as I crossed my legs. "Well, basically, she has just told me that I am to assist her with any needs that she may have, service her whenever necessary, and service other members of the household when she is otherwise occupied."

"Lovely description," he said with a grin. "So well put. Why don't you show me why you believe yourself to be qualified for this position?" 

I stood, walked over in front of their chairs, and unzipped my dress. I had worn my garter belt and favorite green bra. Stepping out of the dress, I walked over to him and bowed my head. My knees were shaking with anxiety, and my pussy was beginning to drip again. What was it about this house? "I am here to service you however you deem necessary, sir," I said meekly. 

He stared at me, then reached behind me and quickly unfastened my bra like a pro. "Nice work," he said. "Real?" I shook my head. "I thought not. Not that I care." He brushed his fingers slowly across my nipples, twisting them lightly in his fingers. I began to breathe heavily as he caressed them. Then, abruptly, he stopped.

"Go sit on Andy's lap." I followed obediently, sitting on the director's lap. He had a huge nose - I had never noticed that when I saw him on T.V. He was breathing hard, and I could feel his hard-on about to bust the seams of his pants. I couldn't resist rubbing my naked pussy across it a little bit. He moaned, bent his head, and took a nipple into his mouth, roughly rubbing my other nipple between his fingers. I couldn't help it - I was so horny, I started rubbing my pussy roughly on his lap. I reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling his throbbing cock out and rubbing it across my slit. Just as I was about to shove it in, Rick grabbed my hair. 

"Not yet," he said firmly. "Suck him off." He pushed my head down roughly into Andy's lap. I obliged, pulling his dick down my throat and sucking him greedily. He groaned loudly, pushing it hard down my throat. I rubbed his balls, squeezing the cum into his cock. I felt him twitch as he began to cum, and quickly began to suck faster, flicking my tongue rapidly as I bobbed up and down. He came, screaming and grinding into my mouth. I took every drop, greedily slurping it down my throat. 

He moaned, and I stood up. Reaching forward, he pushed his face into my pussy, shoving that huge nose up in me like a little cock while he licked my clit. My knees buckled, and I would have fallen if Rick hadn't reached out, grabbed my tits, and held me up. Pulling me off of Andy's tongue, he forced me to my knees with his erection bobbing in front of my mouth. I sucked him into my mouth, slipping one hand down to my pussy to finger myself as I brought him off. He yanked my hair so hard that I cried out. "No touching yourself," he said sternly. I obeyed, concentrating all of my energies on banging him in and out of my throat. He moaned in appreciation as he came, pounding my mouth mercilessly. I almost gagged, but I knew that he would be angry, so I took him as best I could. He sank down on the chaise. 

I began to rise, but he shook his head. "Stay on your knees," he said. I obliged, crawling over and kneeling in front of Andy's rejuvenated hard-on. He grinned. 

"Turn around," Andy said. I turned around, and Andy scooted up on the chair, grabbed his cock, and entered me while I was on all fours. I backed into him, rubbing eagerly against him. He slammed deep into me, grabbing my hips and using me as leverage for his wild fucking. I began to feel my first orgasm of the night coursing through my pussy, and I began pushing harder against his dick, feeling his balls slap against my clit with each thrust. I came hard, clawing at the carpet. Only minutes after me, he came with an animal grunt. He settled back into his chair with a satisfied sigh. I started to relax, sinking to the floor, but Rick shook his head. 

"Come here," he said. I crawled over to him on all fours, and he raised my head by the chin and kissed me deeply. Pulling me to my feet, he kissed me, playing with my nipples as I sighed in pleasure. He leaned me back against the wall, kissing me frantically, and shoved his dick up into me. I cried out as he thrust so hard that I could almost feel him in my stomach. He fucked me with a slow, steady rhythm that sent me to heaven with the most delicious friction that I had ever felt, all the while playing with my nipples and kissing my neck. I felt him tense, and his rhythm sped up until I was being pounded into the wall. I came seconds before he did. 

He sat in the chair staring at me until he caught his breath. "I think you'll do nicely," he said. "You can speak to my wife tomorrow about forms and salary terms. I think that I have a party this weekend that I need you to attend. Have Maria show you out, and call my wife tomorrow morning at this number. Thank you."

I stared at him, dumbfounded, but it was apparent that I was to leave the room then. I gathered my clothes, dressed, and left the room with both of them staring at me leaving. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get used to this impersonal attitude. Then again, if the sex is always this good...