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My Secretary

By: nightowl



Ingrid was lovely, I mean really fucking lovely! She had a gorgeous smile that was so inviting and yet, so innocent. I’d wanted Ingrid from the very first time I saw her, the day she walked into my office to ask for the job as my secretary. Unfortunately for me, she was married and as I soon found out, faithful to her husband. The idea of me having sex with Ingrid was a dream, one I had quite often, one that could never come true. Or so I thought. All of that was about to change, sometimes dreams do come true!

I shared the third floor with, Slim, Big Eddy and Tony. Slim and Big Eddy talked about sex all the time, I guess they weren’t getting any, they were both married. Tony the bachelor was an old friend of mine from schooldays. He was a bit of a sex maniac and had been for as long as I could remember.

The day started as usual, the four of us shooting the breeze over a cup of coffee. 

Ingrid was floating about, watering our few indoor plants, looking lovely, also as usual,. Tony snuck a look at Ingrid’s cute behind as she bent over, he grinned at me, both of us enjoying a sudden rush of pleasure at the sight of those long shapely legs.

“Have you fucked her yet Max?” Tony asked for the umpteenth time. “While she loves her husband none of us have a chance in hell,” I replied.

What Tony told me next started my heart racing. Tony’s wife worked at the same place as Ingrid’s husband, she had found out that he was cheating on her! It turned out he was having an affair with a young girl from his office. 

My gorgeous Blue-eyed Blond haired Scandinavian secretary had for the past 2 years been out of bounds, just a tease to torment and frustrate a horny old guy like me. Tony’s news put a whole new perspective on things. 

“Does she know?” I asked Tony. “Not yet,” he replied with a thoughtful wink. Tony, being highly devious by nature already had a plan to seduce Ingrid.

It was a fairly simple plan, and it was easy for him to talk me into being part of it. Later we sent Ingrid an anonymous email, this was the first part of our plan.

The next day I waited anxiously for Ingrid to check her email. Finally I noticed her at her computer, staring at the screen, tears streaming down her face. I asked, “What’s was the matter sweetheart?”

Ingrid pointed blankly to the anonymous email we’d sent her. It read; “I’m sorry to inform you but I think you should know that your arsehole of a husband is screwing the secretary at his office.”

“But Ingrid, it might not be true!” I comforted. She looked at me, “Max, it is true, I just know it is…., I can tell by the way he’s been acting lately…., he’s been distant, and tired, now I know why!”

Those big sad Blue eyes made me feel a little bit ashamed, but only a little bit! I let Ingrid leave work early, she wanted to find out the truth from her husband. Our evil plan was underway!

The next day, Ingrid told me what had happened when she confronted her husband with the news from Tony’s email. Eventually he did admit cheating on her. After a big row he promised to break it off. Ingrid was heartbroken but being a kind girl, she was considering giving him a second chance.

During our Coffee break, Slim, Tony and Big Eddy were hovering about Ingrid, like Blowflys on a wedding cake. She’d told them of her troubles, and of course they were most sympathetic! For the rest of the day I couldn’t concentrate, all I could think of was Ingrid’s tits and the chance that soon she might be single. I’d have given my left knacker for one night of bliss in Ingrid’s Swedish Blond pussy! With Slim, Tony and Big Eddy hovering about, I would have to move fast.

The day’s work finished early. Every Friday we had a kind of end-of-week ritual, a get together with drinks and snacks. The four of us guys were drinking beer, Ingrid was out picking up some snacks for us. 

I was about to ask Tony for some advice on how to approach young Ingrid. Women flock to Tony the way Dandruff falls on my collar. He’s a prick when it comes to getting a root.

“Do you think Ingrid will to screw around now that her husbands been busted,” Tony asked me! “No, Ingrid isn’t the sort to fuck around, Christ, she’s so naïve, she doesn’t even know how sexy she is.” I told them. Well that brought it out into the open, the four of us had obviously been thinking the same thing. Slim’s eyes had lit up and Big Eddy was drooling so much, I thought he was going to come in his pants.

The conversation was cut short, as Ingrid walked in with our snacks. Tony poured her a glass of Champagne, trying to be subtle and not stare directly at her boobs. She didn’t notice anyhow. Slim and Eddy were hanging about, fussing over her and telling her what a bastard her man was.

We were all hoping Ingrid would stay for a while but she left after another drink, almost in tears, thanking us kindly for our concern. 

The four of us sex hungry deviants partied on in high spirits. It was obvious that sexy hunk of a Swedish blond was on everyone’s mind.

Before long I was quite drunk. “Listen up guys!….,” When I had everyone’s attention, I went on. “It seems obvious to me, if we crowd her, we’ll only scare her off and we’ll all end up missing out! We need to work out a plan of action,” 

“Fuck the plan, I need some action,” Tony retorted. “Fucking Ingrid fucking action, that’s what I want,” snarled drunken Slim.

As we drank, the suggestions became more and more ludicrous.

Big Eddy said, “Lets Tie her across the desk and then draw straws to see who gets to fuck her first!”

“Offer the slut $50 for a fuck!” This was Slim’s brainwave. 

How about I break her in for you guys,” Tony piped in rubbing his groin. All night he hadn’t stopped telling us how he was going to, as he put it; ‘Suck on Ingrid’s tits until she came, screaming out his name’.

Ingrid’s boobs were reasonably large, shapely and pointy. It was no wonder Tony seemed to be developing a fixation on them! What really got me going though, was the way her long dark nipples poked at the front of her shirts. The two married guys, Big Eddy and Slim (Whose real name is Kelvin) would have some explaining to do when they got home. Obviously, they didn’t care, the lure of Ingrid was too strong.

By midnight we had plotted a plan of action, vague as it was. Our warped Idea went something like this. 

Next Friday we would cook up an excuse for Ingrid to stay with us after work, maybe a birthday party. Then we would all work as a team, plying her with her favorite brand of Champagne. Slim came up with the idea to spike her drinks with Vodka! Big Eddy’s idea was for us all to put in some dough and offer it to her when she was drunk, $500 to show us her tits and once the top was off, another $500 to show us the Blond Beaver! Tony was all for tying her across her desk and raping her!

Personally I wondered if any of this could possibly work, how drunk she would have to be? How were we going to make sure she got that out of it? “Maybe we can smoke a little Pot?” I suggested.

We went home a happy bunch, next Friday we had something to look forward to!

The week dragged by slowly, I couldn’t get Ingrid off my mind and from the secret looks between us guys, neither could anyone else! On Thursday, Tony, with a touch of genius, sent her another anonymous e-mail. It read, “I’m sorry to inform you that your worthless husband is still cheating on you.” 

FRIDAY: We’d told Ingrid that it was Tony’s 40th birthday and that he was a bit depressed about it. She readily agreed to stay for the party and to help cheer up ‘Poor old Tony’. By the time Ingrid came back with the food, the beer was flowing freely.

She complemented Tony, telling him he didn’t look 40. Tony started her drinking Champagne, somehow, Slim managed to spike it with Vodka!

Everyone was drinking like there was no tomorrow, Ingrid was starting to laugh, the Champers was working. Our plan to seduce Ingrid was moving along! We sung Happy Birthday to Tony, then he asked Ingrid for a kiss, she obliged with a polite peck on the lips.

Big Eddy rolled a number, Ingrid was amused, “I didn’t know you guys smoked, I thought you were all too straight.” “We are all very broadminded here,” I told her. I lit up and then passed to Ingrid. It was nice pot, not too heavy, the sort that makes music fine and screwing heavenly. By the time the joint had gone around three times, we were all totally zonked.

Tony got Ingrid to dance with him, he managed to talk her into another kiss for his birthday. I thought I’d try for a kiss as well. “You kissed Tony, how about one for your boss?” “It’s not your birthday Max!” Ingrid laughed.

“I’ll pay you $50 bucks for a Pash,” Slim put in. “You’re joking aren’t you?” Ingrid asked him, looking slightly shocked. “No, I mean it! Good looking girls don’t kiss skinny guys like me,” Slim whined. “Oh Slim, don’t be so hard on yourself…., I’ll give you a kiss for free!” Ingrid smiled.

They pashed for nearly a minute, I was amazed as Slim is kind of ugly, well to be truthful, I guess repulsive is a better description! Ingrid was so out of it, I think she’d lost all track of time. Slim pressed the $50 into her hand. At first Ingrid wouldn’t accept it but as Slim insisted strongly she eventually took the money, explaining to us that she needed to get a place of her own.

“My turn, here’s my fifty!” I took over from Slim, half expecting her to tell me to fuck off, instead she smiled at me almost laughing and took my $50. It was a beautiful kiss, Ingrid’s lips were so sensuous, she glided them over mine, I licked her lips with the tip of my tongue. To my surprise her tongue touched mine. “Thank you for being such a great boss,” she murmured.

Tony was stoned and making loud comments about Ingrid’s tits, loud enough for her to hear. Then he announced it was his turn for a kiss. He slipped $50 into her Bra and pulled her forcefully to him. I didn’t think Ingrid would want to kiss him, but he didn’t give her any choice! 

Tony wrapped his arms around her kissing her firmly and at the same time sneakily undoing her top button. When he pushed her back against the desk she tried to break loose, but Tony wouldn’t have a bar of it, he held onto her, we could see he was pushing his hips against hers, pinning her to the desk. What we didn’t know was that he had a raging hard-on and Ingrid could feel it pressing into her crutch.

I felt like I should try and pull Tony away from her, but waited, mesmerized. The others were watching also, like vultures to see what she would do. They kissed for a while, Ingrid wasn’t struggling, she started moving her lips over Tony’s, then she seemed to lean back slightly, her arms pulling him over her as she lay back on her desk.

They had forgotten the rest of us were in the room, Tony’s hand moved up and cupped a breast through her shirt, his sudden boldness startled Ingrid. “Hey you, that’s enough of that!” she looked around at the rest of us, all gawking at her on her desk, “Let me up Tony, lets get back to the party.” She said pushing him off.

Big Eddy was dying for a piece of the action, “How about Showing us you boobs?” he asked. “No way,” she replied seriously, “I’ve got to work with you guys, I’d be too embarrassed.” “I’ll give you $500 if you show us your tits.” Said Eddy tugging suggestively at the collar of her top. 

Ingrid leant back on her desk looking rather bemused. A little more of her cleavage was showing and she made no effort to cover up. Big Eddy counted out the money from his wallet, rolled it up and smoothly slipped it into the Black lacy Bra that we could now see.

Everyone held their breaths, Ingrid looked about, sensing the anticipation. She sat on the desk, pushing Eddy away, grinning widely, her teeth biting her lower lip. She waved her finger in front of him, “Okay then, I’ll do it...., but no touching!”

Eddy stepped back, we moved closer. Ingrid promptly unbuttoned her shirt, paused a while, then slowly and seductively opened it showing us her full beautiful breasts held firmly by the Bra. She reached behind her, feeling for the clasp. She stopped and said softly, “I don’t think I should do this.” “I’ll help,” I volunteered, “After all I am your boss!” I moved behind her and quickly undid the clasp, Ingrid was still holding her Bra closed from the front. “Come on beautiful, show us,” I whispered into her ear.

The Bra slipped slowly down her arms revealing her breasts, the nipples were long firm and so inviting! Slim couldn’t help himself, “Christ you’re sexy, why would any one want to cheat on you?”

I think Ingrid was starting to feel a little uneasy with the constant stares, she moved to cover herself perhaps embarrassed by her long erect nipples. “No wait!” I commanded. “Leave it off, you’re too beautiful!…., I’ll tell you what, I’ll even give you another $500 to undress for us.”

“You guys are crazy, there are some things I won’t do for money….,” She thought for a while, “It’s a little bit tempting …., but no.” She was biting her lip again and wriggling her toes, “God knows I could use the cash at the moment.”

We waited in hope. Tony had lit a second joint, he passed it to Ingrid. She sat there silently taking the occasional puff. 

Ingrid’s phone rang, it was her stupid husband. The look on her face said it all, she listened for a while getting angrier and angrier. Suddenly she blurted out “Listen, you creep, I have a right to enjoy myself…., No! I’m not coming home, get your own fucking dinner!”

She threw the phone on the floor “Fuck, that bastard, thinks he can just order me about like he owns me…., I’ve had enough of his crap.”

“You’re much too good for him.” I told her, trying to look into her eyes and not directly at her nipples. “You know we love you Ingrid,” Tony said moving in and caressing her shoulder. Ingrid didn’t say anything, she just sat there on her desk looking statuesquely beautiful, smiling at us.

I gently eased the shirt off her shoulders, it slipped down her silky back and landed on the desk. Tony started to slip the Bra down her arms. She passed the joint to Slim and the Bra joined her shirt on the desk.

Big Eddy stepped in and reached for her skirt, she gasped then relaxed, leaning back a little looking around, as if for our approval. I couldn’t believe what was happening, he slipped his thumbs under the hem and pulled, the skirt was too tight to pass over her hips. “There’s a button at the side,” Ingrid laughed. Eddy found the button and almost ripped it off. Ingrid was still laughing and when Eddy tugged fiercely at her Black skirt, she laid back on the desk, as if to encourage him. I wondered if the Pot had made her a little crazy. The skirt stuck around her bum and Big Eddy pulled even harder. Ingrid lifted her hips to allow him to remove the dress completely. I think Eddy nearly came in his pants when this happened, he grinned at me and mouthed the word ‘Fuck!’

Eddy had the Black skirt in his hands and now before us was Ingrid reclining in her undies looking like a goddess. God she knew how to dress the way a man loved. They were Black and very skimpy! 

Meanwhile, Slim had reached in and was feeling a nipple, Ingrid didn’t seem to mind. I thought this was a good idea, I kissed her ear again as my fingers reached for her other beautiful nipple and began to play with it.

Tony quickly stepped in and took hold of her panties. Ingrid let him strip her, she didn’t seem to mind, she was giggling so much. She continued to laugh as he slipped them down past her hips and onto the floor. I wondered why Tony had dropped them but then I saw him with his hands on her knees, slowly but surely pressing her thighs apart.

Tony hurriedly bent down between her legs and thrust his tongue at her pussy. The sudden sensation jolted Ingrid back from the far away place to which her mind had wandered. She squealed, tensing herself, pushing at Tony’s head that was between her legs. “No, wait, I don’t want you to do that…., Stop…., Hey, Tony, Stop it…., Please Stop!” There was no way Tony was about to stop.

Ingrid tried to lift herself up. Tony kept on slurping at her. Slim pushed her back down, I must have helped too, without thinking. It looked like Slim was biting a nipple.

I found myself massaging her boob watching abstractly as Tony’s long tongue ploughed incessantly into her. She kept saying ‘Stop Tony Stop’, but I don’t think she really meant it anymore.

She didn’t try to get up again. Her head twisted feverishly from side to side. Ingrid’s mouth was open and strange animal like pants emanated from her throat. Tony’s long tongue had found her clit, soon she was writhing and bucking her hips.

I must have been pretty drunk and a little out of control, I started kissing her and she kissed me back passionately.

All of a sudden she yanked away from my lips and cried out loudly. I looked up, Tony the bastard, was busy shoving his cock into her! “Stop Tony, No Don’t do that…, NO, No, no …., oh my God no.”

It was too late, Tony was all the way in! Little by little Ingrid’s objection to the uninvited access abated, she became silent. I looked back at Ingrid to see how she was taking this rather brash intrusion. Again she was biting her bottom lip, as if to calm herself.

I went back to kissing her. I could feel her start to move back and forward across the desk as she pushed up at Tony. Straight away Ingrid was getting into it, at times her backside left the desk top and I could hear her groin slapping against Tony’s Pubic bone.

Slim was urging Tony on, “Hurry up, come on Tony, fuck her, I want my turn!” Tony came thrusting and groaning into Ingrid. Ingrid was growling like a Lioness and trying hard to pull Tony deeper into her, frantically seeking her own release. She was on the verge of cumming with her eyes rolled back and head thrashing wildly from side to side. 

As soon as Tony had stopped jerking, Slim pulled him out of the way and got himself between Ingrid’s silky legs. His tool was amazingly large and the way he pushed it at her was rough. As Slim started to shove it into her, Ingrid looked up in amazement realizing what was about to happen. She jostled to hold him off but Slim wasn’t about to be stopped. . She looked up at me as if I would save her from her fate. Slim went crazy, dragging her by the hips inch by inch onto his weapon, gritting his teeth, a grotesquely insane look on his face.

Ingrid groaned as it went further into her with each animalistic stroke. Slim really started fucking her roughly, like some sort of a primal cave man, grunting and humping away at my poor secretary. Much to my surprise, Ingrid asked me to kiss her. I did, she was kissing me back, soon she was gasping and rocking back and forward across the desk. I watched her cum about the same time as Slim. Both of them howling and smashing into each other like maniacs.

Big Eddy asked me to hold his beer and loudly announced that it was ‘His turn.’

Slim backed away from Ingrid, his cock flopping out of her still throbbing twat.

When Eddy took hold of Ingrid’s legs she tried to kick him away. Eddy is quite strong, he easily held her ankles high and once his fat stumpy penis had found Ingrid’s wet entrance he simply stroked into her, his chubby belly wobbling with each short thrust. 

Ingrid lay back, I don’t think she wanted to be fucked by Big Eddy but she seemed to resign herself to her fate. I almost laughed at the screwed up look on Eddy’s red face.

He grunted and puffed and pulled Ingrid’s extended nipples. To my amazement, they stretched even longer, it seemed to excite her, I saw a wry smile appear on her face and noticed her long legs steal around behind his back and lock ankles. After a while she was meeting Eddy’s jabs with thrusts of her own as she tightened her legs about him.

I could hardly believe that this was Ingrid, my beautiful secretary, fucking these guys and virtually pleading for more.


My Secretary



Eddy came in no time at all, his legs turned to jelly and his soft cock fell out. Ingrid held him with her legs and was humping against his flaccid member, obviously in need. Eddy replaced it with his fore-finger and started to finger fuck Ingrid at a hectic pace. I think she came again on Eddy’s finger but she tried to hide it from us. I gave Big Eddy back his beer to get him away from Ingrid.

Now, at last it was my turn. I moved around to get myself between her legs and looked down. Her pussy was pink and swollen, her clit jutted out. An assortment of juices were plastered onto her Blond pubic hair.

I smiled at her and she smiled at me. I half expected her to object but when I told her how I’d wanted her for so long she settled back, still smiling and used her legs to draw me in. My stiff aching cock found her wetness and slipped into her exquisite warmth.

Ingrid could grip a cock with her pussy and squeeze. She squeezed and pulsated and I pumped into her. It was fantastic, I wanted to go on for ever but at the same time I wanted to cum so badly. Ingrid was quivering on the end of my cock, smiling at me, an orgasm rushed through me, it took over. I think I passed out.

I realized Tony was hauling me off, he was ready to go again. I asked Ingrid, “ Are you Okay?” “Yes Max, she said in a little voice, “I don’t mind.” “I am a little bit sore though,” Her sentence ended in a grunt as Tony rammed himself into her sopping snatch. This time he fucked her roughly like Slim. He went on and on, eventually cuming, pulling her by the hips grunting as he slammed his cock into her.

Big Eddy took another turn at her. While he fucked, I chatted with Ingrid, I could see by the expression on her face that it was all getting a bit much for her. I think she’d had more than enough. Eddy came, almost propelling her across the table.

Straight away Slim was into her, his bony looking prick was about 10 inches long and nobly, he was using it to hurt her. That’s when Ingrid started to fight. “Get off please Slim stop…., It’s hurting too much,” She was begging him to stop. “I’m nearly there, just let me cum,” Slim demanded, “ I’m nearly there!” But Slim had drunk too much and couldn’t cum a second time.

Ingrid let him continue to fuck her for a while longer but it was hurting too much. “Stop, stop, please, no more!” she cried pushing him back. Slim was out of control, he wouldn’t stop. “Wait Slim, take it out...., I’ll make you cum another way!” Ingrid offered as she wrapped her hand around his vicious tool.

Slim pulled his stiff slimy penis out, and brought it straight to her lips. Ingrid gripped it steadfastly with one hand, “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind!” But Slim had hold of her long Blond hair still pushing his tool closer to her face.

Ingrid gave up struggling and let him ease it past her pretty lips. Slim fucked her mouth, wanting desperately to blow his load. Ingrid, with her mouth full, almost choking, was well aware that Slim couldn’t cum. She very much wanted to get it over with. She gripped the base of his sinewy shaft with one hand yanking him faster and faster, the expression in her eyes pleading for him to blow.

Without warning Slim cried out, thrusting ruthlessly into Ingrid’s mouth. He spurted deep into her choking her on his gooey mess. When she was able to get free, we saw what she hadn’t been able to swallow oozing from her lips and pooling on the desk. Ingrid had tears in her eyes.

We glanced around at ourselves, I think we all felt a little guilty now that our balls were empty. Everyone could see that Ingrid had had enough of us for tonight. The party was over. Slim and Big Eddy left, they had to get back to their wives.

That left Ingrid with Tony and me, the three of us rested on the Sofa. Ingrid had put her clothes back on and still looked very sexy even with her hair in a mess. Tony poured another round and made small-talk as we sipped our way through our drinks.

Ingrid downed one after another, not saying much, soon she was drunker than before. I was pretty well out of it and Tony was getting worked up again. The bastard, kept putting Ingrid’s hand on his cock and asking for a blowjob.

Ingrid was taking it all in good humor. She didn’t seem to mind Tony playing with her boobs either. Eventually she whispered “Okay…., I’ll do it then,” and went down on him. I watched fascinated. Apparently Ingrid loved to give head. To my amazement Tony had enough left to wet Ingrid’s lips once more. This time she spat it out but kept on sucking Tony‘s limp dick till he slid of the sofa and onto the floor. Tony then passed out on the carpet.

We sat quietly finishing our drinks listening to music. Ingrid cuddled up to me, her head rested against my shoulder. I wondered if she had had too much to drink and asked if she was feeling alright. She said she was okay and snuggled into my chest. I could see down her shirt front and make out her nipples, still swollen. Gradually I let my hand travel to her breast and cupped it tenderly, my fingers playing softly, exploring.

From out of the blue she looked up at me and asked if I would like a blowjob! “Are you sure you don’t mind?” I asked, inanely. “No I really like doing it…., well except for Slim, he’s too rough and too big.” Ingrid pulled my Jocks down and sucked Junior into her mouth. I thought I’d died and gone to Blowjob Heaven.

Unfortunately, despite my gorgeous secretary’s succulent efforts, I couldn’t cum either. Ingrid gripped my tool and yanked at it vigorously while I was still in her mouth. It took a good deal of effort on her part. Eventually I spurted out all I had left, to my wonder Ingrid excitedly gobbled it down. She fixed her eyes on me, licking her lips and smiling, “That’s for being the nicest boss in the world!”

I woke to the smell of freshly brewed Coffee, Ingrid carried in a tray with the cups. She had tidied her office clothes, I saw how beautiful she was. A warm flush rushed through me and I wanted to embrace her once more.

Ingrid had cleaned up her desk, and was fussing about the office, I saw tears streaming down her face. “Ingrid, love, come here,” I went to her thinking that she must be upset with the way we had treated her. “What’s this all about…., we won’t think any less of you for last night.” “No it’s not that Max….,” She replied, “It’s just that I’ve got nowhere to go.”

I could see how much Ingrid didn’t want to go home to her husband. “You’re welcome to stay at my place,” I offered.

Tony wouldn’t wake up, so we left him sleeping on the floor and drove to my place.

It turned out to be another warm sunny day. My house is near the beach, it’s small but has a pool. As soon as Ingrid saw the pool, she stripped off and dove in. I followed. After our swim, we lay on towels, close, naked in the warm morning sun, I think I was falling in love.

Ingrid’s mobile phone rang, she answered, it was her husband. My heart sank as I listened to them talk. She came back to me, looking a little sad, “I’m sorry Max …., I have to go.” She knelt down alongside me and kissed me lightly on the lips.

“If things don’t work out between you and your husband, you’ve always got a place here,” I looked into her sad Blue eyes reassuring her. Ingrid kissed my neck and slid down to the level of my cock. Again to my surprise I felt her soft lips close on my tool. 

“No Ingrid, you don’t need to do that,” I offered, covertly hoping she would. “Please…., let me do it for you…., I don’t know when I can see you again.” I came and Ingrid stayed where she was, sucking unselfishly on my cock. I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke I was alone, Ingrid had gone.

For me, the rest of the weekend didn’t exist. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. The image of my secretary making love to her crappy husband kept me awake. I could see her, I could smell her scent and I’m sure I could still taste her nipples. I simply couldn’t get Ingrid out of my mind.

Monday morning on the way to work, I picked up a bunch of Red Roses. I was feeling uneasy, but couldn’t wait to see my enchanting secretary again. 

Ingrid wasn’t at her desk or in my office. I wandered around looking for her and heard strange noises coming from the stock room. Without thinking too much of it I opened the door and walked in. 

Slim was covered in sweat, he had Ingrid bent over a chair! How long he’d been fucking her I don’t know, all I knew is that I was jealous! Ingrid was urging him on, whimpering, thrusting urgently back at him.

I caught her eye, she looked at me biting her lower lip, I knew she was trying to make herself cum. I closed the stockroom door and tried to gather my thoughts, I couldn’t help but hear Slim grunting as he pumped his load into her. There was an empty feeling in my gut. I put the Roses in a vase and went to work.

Later Ingrid came into my office, looking self-conscious and a little worse for wear.

“The Roses are beautiful Max, thank you so much…., I’m sorry about the stockroom …., I like you a lot, you know I do…., I didn’t want Slim to do it to me, but he caught me in the stock room and I couldn’t get away. He told me he really likes me…., well I didn’t want to hurt his feelings…., I felt a bit sorry for him, anyhow I couldn’t stop him, he really likes me to you know! Look, he gave me $100!”

I looked into her soft blue eyes, the calloused hand of jealousy tore out another little piece of my heart. I wanted to cling to her and tell her how much I loved her.

Some things you can’t own, but I guess you can share….. I checked my wallet to see how much cash I was carrying.

The End.



My Secretary



My name is Paul and when I was forty years of age I accepted the position of Deputy Director of a government unit, and that is when Beth became my secretary. Well, to be honest, she was a shared secretary between the Executive Director and I.

Beth was married, twenty-five years of age, slim with a 34B-22-34 figure and was an extremely capable secretary who would organise our lives in an effective way. She was also a bundle of fun with a flirtatious manner.

As time went on she became more intimate like touching my chest, or whilst I was sitting she would lean on my back and rub her breasts around my neck to discuss a report she had typed for me.

A subtle change in our relationship happened the day we had a government official visit to undertake the official opening of a building extension.

Local dignitary were seated in the room, whilst the workers were designated to stand at the rear to observe proceedings and ensure the guests were looked after in an acceptable manner.

I was standing with my back to the wall when Beth inched her way over to stand in front of me. She placed her hands behind her back and leant back into my body. Her hands commenced stroking my cock, which immediately started to stand to attention. I tried to push her forward and arrest her hands but due to he simple resistance could not move her without causing a scene. I had to grim and bear the torture she was putting me under, and luckily when she felt I was too hot she stopped fondling and just held cock.

Luckily when the proceedings ended I could turn towards the wall and due to the crowd no one noticed the bulge in my pants, and it soon returned to normal state due to guests asking me technical questions about the organisation.

From then on we became closer and she invited me to go swimming with her during our lunch break. This proved to be an interesting endeavour for as soon as we arrived in the deep end of the swimming pool her hands were stroking my cock. I must admit at this point my hands were stroking her breasts and the rest of her body. We both enjoyed it immensely, but she refused to go nude in the sauna with me, although she came in once when I stripped off and she sat at the other end admiring my cock that was rising to the occasion. Nothing happened!

Beth had to visit our units to read the power ratings. These were normally high above the door. She always asked me to help her and in the vacant units, when we were alone, and I was standing on a table her hands would start playing with my cock. 

This teasing and very enjoyable fun continued without any consequences until the next phase in the relationship.

Our organization had a staff dinner and due to the absence of the Executive Director I was designated to act as host. Beth did all the arrangements and this was in a famous local restaurant. 

I take my wife, but Beth came on her own without her husband. Beth places me at the head of the table. My wife was sitting diagonally to my right, whilst Beth was diagonally to my left. Beth had that mischievous smile. I knew something was to happen. 

We all ate the starter and then the main course was served. There was a large platter of vegetables. It came down to us. "Paul, hold this whilst Beth and I serve ourselves!" my wife decided handing me the platter. The serving was slow. Beth delayed it as well. 

A hand started stroking my trousers. The zip of my pants was pulled down. Beth looked at me knowingly. Her hand found my cock and she took it out. Her fingertips were roaming the tip. Her fingers were drawing my foreskin backwards and forwards. I was leaking pre-sperm and felt as if I was coming. Beth was an expert at handling a cock. Just prior to my tremble, Beth squeezed the root of my cock. 

I had difficulty eating. My cock would not subside. Beth teased it continually. 

Beth then dropped her napkin. Her head went below the table, and her tongue licked my tip. She put my cock in her mouth and started sucking the length of my cock. Beth came back up and started eating her dinner. I did the same, but my cock would not go down. I tried to push it back into my pants but it was like an iron rod.

I was sweating. Beth kept placing her hand in her lap and moving over to continue playing with my cock. My wife was watching me. I could not say anything. "Are you feeling well?" she asked. "Yes!" I replied "Just feeling rather hot". 

If she looked under the table, she would see my hard cock. It was pulsating with rhythm and I felt I was going to come. Suddenly, Beth jumped up and exclaimed "I must go home now." I am sat there dejected. I must cool down. 

My penis was solid. It would not go back in. I thought of work, cold showers and such things. I smoked a couple of cigarettes. Eventually I was decent. I ran to the toilet. I sat in the cubicle. My penis was soon in my hand. Two thrusts and I shot. The climax was intense. My sperm hit the door. It never seemed to stop. 

When I saw her next at work, I said I would get my own back.

It was nearing to Christmas. There were very few at work. Beth was putting up the decorations when I walked in the room. Beth was standing on a table. Christmas lights had fallen and wrapped around her. 

"Please help me!" Beth pleaded. 

"Why should I?" I said "After the way you teased me." I turned and went towards the door. 

"Come back here. Do not leave me" Beth implored. 

I switched off the light and opened the door. I did not leave, but crept back to her. 

"You are here! I know. What are you up to?" 

I reached for her in the dark. 

My arms grabbed her legs. My hand ran up her thigh. Beth was only wearing 'pop-socks'. My hand roamed her flesh. I kissed her soft warm thighs. 

My tongue found her panties. It slipped beneath her panty leg. I licked on her clit. "No! No! Stop doing that! No! No! Stop it! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh! Don't stop! Oh! OOoohh! OOOoHHHH! No! Do not stop! Come back here? " Beth implored. 

I walked out of the door. Beth was swearing at me.

I went to the 'Gents'. Her juices covered my face. I washed my face. 

"Where are you?" A voice screamed from the corridor. Beth burst through the door. Beth grabbed hold of me. 

Beth pushed me into a toilet cubicle. I am pushed onto the seat. Beth raised her skirt. My head was pushed down to her panties. My tongue licked on her clit, ran around her lips.

Beth roared to a climax. She pitched and bucked. Beth really enjoyed it.

Beth was then down on her knees. She pulled out my cock and it was straight in her mouth. Her tongue and lips played tunes on my shaft. I could not stand it for long. Suddenly Beth climbed on me. My cock went straight into her wet pussy. Beth thrust up and down. My pleasure was intense. We both screamed in a climax. The noise was extreme. 

I still do not know who got the better of who, but I never complained.

Soon after I left for new pastures and invited Beth to visit me. She always said she would but in the last twenty years she has never done so.

She is still the best secretary any one could wish for.



My Secretary



It was when I went for my final interview at Fleming Associates that I first noticed the unusual gender distribution at the firm.

The business has an outstanding reputation in the City as the pre-eminent yet by far the most expensive professional services boutique, employing twenty or so lawyers, accountants and other such consultants all practising at the more complicated and specialised end of the corporate finance market.

You don't apply for a job at Fleming; you get invited for a meeting to explore potential mutually beneficial vocational opportunities. No-one really knows much about the firm, just that they are considered to the best and employees there are exceptionally well-paid.

So when I got a call from the Fleming's Human Resources Director, a chap of whom I'd never heard called Matt McCallum, I was both flattered and astounded.

Of course I knew I was good. I'd always been the quiet bookish sort. I'd got through school with excellent grades and I'd studied Economics at university so I fell into the exciting world of accountancy without much deliberation.

Despite my slightly shy manner and somewhat subdued style, I rapidly began to outperform my peers and had quickly and consistently worked my way up the corporate finance ladder. When I was approached by Fleming I was working for a large German-Swiss merchant bank, already earning significantly more than I'd ever dreamed possible, but to be honest I was finding it relatively easy.

I met McCallum in a private room in a small yet impressively opulent hotel off the Strand. He was the kind of man whose personality immediately filled any room he was in but, despite the contrast in our styles, he obviously liked what he saw as he asked for another meeting, this time with the Managing Partner of the practice.

And it was when I went to Fleming's offices in Holborn that I noticed that every, and I mean every, professional partner was a man. And that every assistant or secretary was an attractive woman. Although if I'd met any of them in a different context I wouldn't have been surprised to have discovered they were glamour models.

I found the whole thing anachronistically sexist and it almost put me off the idea of working for Fleming. But the meeting with the man who ran the company changed my mind. Particularly when he outlined his offer of an implausibly high starting salary, bonus scheme and share allocation.

I went home that night to discuss it with my wife and we both agreed that I'd be mad not to take the opportunity. Even if I only worked there for a couple of years it would virtually provide financial security for life for both us and our three children.


So despite my disquiet at the chauvinistic setup at their offices, I called Matt the next day to accept their munificent offer. An enormous employment contract with pages of confidentiality clauses arrived by courier the same day and I duly signed and returned it.

On my first day, I arrived early and was shown up to my office by a typically stunning receptionist, a young redhead with terrific legs and an inviting swaying walk. She explained that my SW would be in at nine to go through my diary and induction plan.

When I asked what an SW was, she gave me a heart-stoppingly sweet smile and said that it would best that Karen herself explained her duties to me. But before I got to meet Karen, Matt found me and took me around the building to meet my peers and I didn't get back to my office until gone ten.

I opened my office door, walked in and stopped to gasp. Bending over my desk in front of me was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. She was tall, taller than me - maybe 5'10", with long slender legs, a flawless bottom and shoulder-length honey-blond hair.  She was wearing a very business-like white fitted blouse and a tight charcoal skirt cut on the bias to just above her bare knees.

As she stood up to face me, I saw she had amused sparkling green eyes, high angular cheekbones, a perfect heart-shaped face and a large high bosom.

I stood there open-mouthed at just how attractive she was, straight out of any number of my fantasies.

"Hi," she said as she walked towards me with her hand outstretched. "I'm Karen Smith. You must be Kenneth Bowles. Very pleased to meet you."

"I, erm, yes, hi," I stuttered. I took a breath. "I am Kenneth. Sorry, I was just a bit startled. It's good to meet you too." Her handshake was firm and friendly.

"It's OK. I don't bite," she laughed warmly. Her teeth were perfect and the two dimples that appeared on her cheeks when she smiled were altogether enchanting. "Unless you ask nicely," she added impishly with a raised eyebrow.

I blushed and stuttered an inane response once more as I sat down at my desk. I think it's more than fair to say that I wasn't in any way used to attention from such a striking woman.

In fact my track record with women had been abysmal. At school and at university my lack of confidence and, let's be honest, my lack of good looks and charisma, had meant that I'd had no luck with girls at all. In desperation, I'd lost my virginity to a prostitute at the age of 21 and I hadn't had a proper girlfriend until a couple of years later when I met my, now, wife at work. She, like me, was a lovely person but not the most outgoing nor physically attractive. Having said that, she was a great catch for me considering I was short, overweight, balding and, if not wholly ugly, somewhat heavy-featured.

Karen and I sat down and chatted for a while about ourselves. I showed her a picture of my wife and children. She told me that she was 25 and that she'd been at Fleming for three years now. She told me about her flat in Bayswater and her artist boyfriend.

Actually talking to an intelligent and extraordinarily attractive young woman, made me desperately wish I wasn't twenty years older than her and that I was taller, fitter and didn't have such a beer belly.

"So, has Matt explained my duties to you as your SW?" Karen asked, jogging me from my daydream.

"Er, no. He just said you'd be looking after me and that I'd be very pleased with you. I'm guessing you're my PA although I'm not sure what an SW is exactly," I replied.

"Oh. Well, I guess I am partly your PA but I'm really a lot more. Of course I look after your diary, field your calls, sort out your travel, accommodation and all of your admin. But the idea is that I primary responsibility for satisfying all of your needs when you're at work."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I guess if I tell you that SW stands for Secretary-Whore you can probably work out what other little services I might provide for you."

She said it so matter-of-factly that it took maybe ten seconds for me to actually understand what she meant.

"You mean, you, um, you..."

"Well there are rules. Basically I'm available between 9-5 to give you manual and oral relief whenever you want. In fact all the SWs in the building will give you manual if you ask politely but you should only expect oral from your own SW."

"But. I. Um. You don't really mean..."

"Of course, if I or any other SW wants to do more for you then we can but we've got very strict personnel policies to ensure all employees are protected from bullying, harassment or coercion of any sort."

"But why? Why would you do something like this? It's, it's dreadful," I blustered. Although the bulge in my trousers under my desk perhaps contradicted my last statement somewhat.

"Really? Don't you find me attractive? I can speak to HR about finding you another SW more to your taste if you like."

"No! I mean, no. You're absolutely stunning. You really are. I just don't feel comfortable about taking advantage of a young woman in that way. It's just wrong. I mean what does your boyfriend think?"

"Oh, I don't tell him of course. He'd be very jealous if he knew." Karen took a deep breath before continuing. "I honestly don't mind giving a quick handjob or blowjob, you know. If I didn't want to do it, I'd leave. Fleming want to ensure that the professional partners are completely relaxed and really well cared for. Let's face it there's nothing more distracting to a man than feeling horny and frustrated. This way you won't ever worry about sex at work because you'll feel satisfied all the time."


In the face of her equanimity, her delightful thoughtful frown and her great big tits, my arguments sounded less and less sure.  "But how can you demean yourself by, you know..."

"Sucking my manager's cock?" she completed.

"Well, yes."

"I can honestly say I don't mind doing it all. And frankly, you know how well Fleming pay. I earn more money here than I had ever thought possible. And there are lots of other benefits. The people are nice. The job is interesting and varied. The hours are reasonable. So what if I have to give a little head to my boss? I can always brush my teeth afterwards."

I didn't know what to say. I had a raging erection under my desk. I wanted to believe what she was saying. But surely none of this was real. Was this some sort of weird test? Was Mike going to jump out and sack me if I did the wrong thing?

"Of course we could just have a normal manager-secretary relationship if you want but it seems a shame when I'm ready and willing to help you out. You do find me attractive don't you?"

"Karen, it feels wrong to voice it out loud, but I can honestly say you are the most gorgeous woman I've ever met. It's just that I never ever thought that a woman like would ever want to have anything to do with a man like me. I just can't believe this is real."

Karen got up and walked towards the door. "Why don't I show you how real I am," she said as she locked it and made sure the blinds were fully closed.

I felt panic well inside as she walked seductively towards me.

"But, but I'm married," I protested as I pushed my chair back from the desk.

She looked pointedly at the lump at my crotch causing my trousers to tent upwards. "Well, I suggest you don't tell your wife. I'm pretty sure none of the other partners tell their wives about what their SWs do for them. It can be our secret," she added as she knelt gracefully between my legs.

"Why don't I start by using my hand, Kenneth, and then let's just see how it goes." She looked up at me with those big green eyes. My heart was pounding. I licked my lips and nodded at her.

She smiled generously before running both hands up legs, over my knees and up my thighs to cup my crotch delicately.

"Oh fuck," I swore involuntarily.

She slid her right hand over my bulge to catch my zip and slowly pulled it down before sliding her hand into my fly. My erection flew out with only the tiniest tug from her hand.

"Oh, hello," she breathed over my cock. "I'm going to getting to know you a lot better."

Her hand was surprisingly cool as she gently clasped me around my shaft just below my knob. She pulled my balls out with her left hand before beginning to slowly skilfully wank me up and down.

I groaned in delight as she maintained eye contact with me while tossing me unhurriedly. It had been well over a week since I'd last had sex with my wife and I could already feel myself approaching orgasm.

"Oh," she exclaimed charmingly as she saw my excitement. I noticed her lipstick was a chic pale pink. "I can see you're very eager. Perhaps you'd like to come over my tits?"

"Oh, shit, yes," I agreed.

She paused, knelt back and began to unbutton her blouse, still with that teasing smile on her lips. She pulled it off to reveal an elegant creamy full-cupped bra, the upper half made of floral lace. I could see the top part of her nipples through it.

"Oh, wow," I moaned as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. She giggled as she allowed it to drop forward.

If I were a poet, I could probably write pages and pages about her breasts and still not do them real justice. They were utterly unimaginably perfect. Not only were they big, a lot bigger than a handful, but they were high and firm and yet somehow pert. The nipples were a little above centre, two chocolate-brown vertical ovals that looked small compared to the expanse of her creamy flawless bosom.

As she began to masturbate me steadily once more, she said, "You can touch them if you want."

"Oh thank you," I said with such earnest gratitude she laughed once more. I reached out to squeeze them, the first time I'd felt another woman's breasts in the last twenty or so years. They were soft to the touch yet were as firm as I'd imagined. After feeling their weight and size, I gently pinched her nipples and they popped up to rigidity in seconds.

"That's nice," she encouraged.

I couldn't believe how kindly she talking to me. She looked like she really wanted to make me happy.

And without a doubt she was. She read the signs of my imminent climax well as she carefully aimed me at first her left and then her right breast, coating them with both liberally with my jism.

"Hmmm," she approved. "What a lot of spunk. I can tell I'm going to have a lot of fun with you! Here let me get you a tissue.

I watched in disbelief as she stood, sticky-breasted and topless, and reached across the desk for a tissue. Carefully, almost tenderly, she cleaned me off before putting my deflated cock away.

"Back in a sec," she excused herself brightly before retiring to my office bathroom to wash herself.

She was away for a few minutes which gave me a chance to calm down. If her bra and blouse weren't right there in front of me on my desk, I would have doubted my sanity.

She swayed back in sexily, making no effort to cover her staggering chest.

"Would like me to stay topless while we go through your diary for the week, Kenneth?" she asked. "Don't worry no-one will disturb us when your office door is closed."

"Oh, well, OK. Why not?" I agreed.

Once more she laughed musically. "You know I was really worried about you for a while. I honestly thought you might not want to get intimate with me. I wouldn't have been able to show my face to the other girls if you'd rejected me."

I couldn't really believe what I was hearing. This stunning example of female perfection was sounding like she had been desperate to seduce me. Me? Was I dreaming all of this?

"Still that was fun wasn't it, Kenneth?" she asked as she pulled her chair around to show me the printouts from my diary. I nodded dumbly.

For the next half an hour she talked me through who was in my induction plan, what they did and why they were important to me. She explained the company structure - twenty-three partners, all male, with an all female support staff, most of whom took the role of Secretary-Whores, with all other services outsourced.

I have to say she was excellent. If her bare breasts hadn't been touching my arm as she summarised what and whom I needed to know, I would have just thought her to be an exceptionally competent PA, albeit a very very attractive one.

Of course I couldn't help staring a little at her boobs. Had I really just come all over them?

"You can still touch them you know. I think it's understood that if I've got them out then you should be able to do what you want to them within reason."

I jumped, slightly guilty at being caught but then realising she was more than happy with my ogling.

"OK," I replied enthusiastically and I played with them as we finished our conversation. Without doubt, the best executive toys imaginable, I thought wryly as I tweaked her responsive nipples.

"Right, so you're having lunch with Nathan Kareem whose office is next door. And then you're spending an hour with him to understand his responsibilities. So that's your diary done. You've got half an hour before lunch and I can see that playing with my tits has given you another hard-on so would you like me to give your cock a nice soothing suck?"

I had indeed managed to develop another erection - what man wouldn't have done? Even so her directness startled me once more.

"Erm, OK," I managed to squeak. "I mean, yes please," I repeated slightly more manfully.

"Would you like me to take my skirt off too?" Karen asked cheerily.

"Oh, fuck, yes," I replied losing my cool once more.

Her legs were as faultless as her breasts, long and tapering, smooth and fit. As a short man, I was fascinated with just how absurdly long they were, even after she'd kicked off her heels.

She gave me a twirl to show me that she was wearing a cream g-string that matched her bra. "Do you like what you see?" she asked enticingly.

Her arse was perfectly peachy, symmetrical and taut.

"Oh, yeah," I purred. I so wanted to touch and squeeze and fondle and caress her beautiful bottom.

Karen looked back over her shoulder and read my mind. "Go on," she giggled.

It was as velvety as I'd imagined, her buttocks two flawless pillows with the string of her thong disappearing tantalisingly between them.

She turned back and knelt in front of me once more. Within seconds my hard cock was in her cool hand once more. I could feel her breath tickling the end of my knob as she spoke. "Would you like me to give it a kiss, Kenneth."

"Oh, please, yes." I was beyond the point of any thought of control. I'd forgotten I was married. I'd forgotten I was at work. I'd forgotten everything except that Karen's moist pink lips were an inch from my cock, pursed in the promise of impending joy.

Her first kiss felt dry and slightly sticky but it made my cock jerk powerfully in her hand. Her second kiss lingered slightly, teasingly, ending with a flick from her tongue on the very tip of my throbbing erection. Her third kiss slowly slid down over me as her mouth opened out until half my cock was firmly in her mouth.

Then she started to suck. I don't mean a gentle slurping, I mean like she was trying to vacuum my cum out through suction alone. I groaned in bliss and she smiled up at me encouragingly around her mouthful of cock.

She then proceeded to give me the best blowjob I had ever had by some considerable margin. She planted tiny kisses up and down by dick. She flicked her tongue across my balls and up my shaft. She bobbed her head pneumatically up and down, swallowing me with casual ease. She worked my erection like it was the centre of her existence and that there was nothing more that she wanted in her life than to please me using her tongue and mouth.

I'm not sure how long it lasted because I lost all sense of time. I just knew that this was the single greatest experience I had ever had.

I warned her I was about to come and, instead of pulling away as my wife did at this stage when she gave me the rare blowjob, Karen kindly stuck out her tongue and tossed me until I had covered it with creamy jism. She then sat back on her haunches and noisily swallowed.

"Oh fuck," I said lost in wonder at the realisation of this fantasy.

Karen laughed. "Well, maybe later! Did you enjoy that, Kenneth?"

"Oh, shit, yes. That was just amazing. I mean I've never, ever..." I ground to a halt not knowing how to articulate how I felt.

"Aren't you pleased you said yes? Do I give good head, Kenneth?"

"Oh yes, Karen. That was the best blowjob I've ever had."

"Good. Right, you've got a lunch meeting with Nathan know. I've booked a table in the Executive Dining Room. I'll come with you to introduce you and to make sure you're comfortable."

The Executive Dining Room was as grand as it sounded, a dozen tables covered in crisp white linen with opulent oak chairs and a small staff of, as I'm sure you can guess, beautiful young waitresses.

Nathan was an enormous man. He didn't stand as we shook hands so I couldn't judge his height but he gave an impression of tallness. What I could definitely see though was how wide he was, fat to the point of obesity.

His voice was also huge. He boomed out a welcome causing the other two diners in the room to smile wryly and indulgently, obviously used to his ebullience. The more I met Fleming's people the more it felt like a close-knit family.




My Secretary



"Sit down, sit down," Nathan roared in an Oxbridge-coloured Middle-Eastern accent. "Welcome to Fleming, Kenneth. And hello to you, Karen, my little flower. How are you?"

Karen grinned back at him which sent a twinge of unjustifiable envy through me. "I'm fine Nathan, thanks. I'll leave you to it, unless there's anything you want, Kenneth?"

"No, that's great Karen. I'll see you later."

Nathan watched her arse admiringly as she swayed out of the room back in the direction of my office.

"A fine woman! You are a very lucky man. She was my SW for two weeks until my own dear Josie was recruited," he whispered loudly.

"Oh, of course. I hadn't really thought that she might, you know, with other men."

I must have sounded a little despondent because he immediately replied, "You mustn't get jealous! The SWs are professionals, one and all. In fact I insist that you spend time with my Josie. She's a truly wonderful cock-sucker!" He nodded significantly down under the table.

"Erm, right, OK. But surely I can't insist on her, um, well doing that for me."

"Ah but my Josie is a very generous woman, aren't you dear?"

In reply I heard a muffled assent from below the table.

"Oh my god, is she..." I nodded to his lap.

Nathan nodded serenely. "And unless I've misunderstood she would happy to meet up with you later to welcome you to Fleming more warmly."

He paused before adding, "Yes, she's nodding."

And so I had an excellent and informative lunch chatting to Nathan about the company, the clients and the culture while his secretary fellated him unseen under our dining table.

In the end I left without meeting Josie as I had to get to another meeting while Nathan finished his coffee.

My meetings that afternoon were useful but hardly noteworthy. I got back to my office around 4pm, looking forward to seeing Karen.

"Hi, Kenneth. How's your afternoon been?"

"Great thanks; I'm starting to begin to understand how things work around here. I'm looking forward to getting out to see some clients tomorrow though."

"Yes, I've got us down to see two different ones, both in the City. I've got cars booked and I'll come with you to both."

"Oh, that's great."

"How was your meeting with Nathan?"

"Again, really interesting. It was a bit weird as his secretary was under the table, um..."

"Sucking him off?" Karen finished matter-of-factly. "Josie's a naughty little slapper," she added fondly. "Did Nathan offer you her services?"

"Oh, yes, well, yes, he did," I mumbled embarrassedly.

Karen laughed, "Don't worry! She absolutely loves giving head. And she's really good at it too. You'll enjoy it."

I paused while I considered how to articulate my next statement.

"Erm, Karen..." I began.

"Yes, Kenneth," she smiled back at me knowingly,

"Um, well, I was just wondering, if you wouldn't mind, um, er, before you left for the evening, you know..."

"Would you like me to suck you off again, Kenneth?"

"Yes," I whispered, aghast at my forwardness.

"Really, there's no need to be so shy! I said earlier that I want to satisfy you with my mouth any time you need it and I meant it."

Within seconds, Karen has stripped down to her skimpy g-string and was on her knees in front of me sucking languorously on my straining erection. She took her time, lazily sucking each of my testicles and slowly, inch by inch, swallowing my cock until her face was buried in my pubes. She held the head of my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, whilst gradually increasing the suction. And then she did it all over again and again.

Having already come twice that day, I was able to keep going without fear that the experience would end too quickly. I lost myself in those laughing emerald eyes, as I enthusiastically fondled her large creamy tits and gently pinched her pretty brown nipples.

After a good twenty minutes of utter joy, she pulled her head off my cock with a popping sound and gave it a few playful licks.

"Kenneth?"

"Yes, Karen," I replied enraptured by her beauty.

"I know this might be a bit forward, but I'm feeling a bit horny myself. Do you fancy a bit of a fuck?"

"What, with me?" I asked stupidly, amazed that this beauty would want to actually take things a step further to full sex.

Laughing affectionately, she nodded, "Yes, with you! Don't sound so surprised. I might just be giving you a blowjob but I do get aroused myself now and again. And my boyfriend's out tonight so it would just be me and my vibrator which can be a little dull. And here you are with a stiff cock and nowhere to put it..."

She swiped her tongue around me for a few seconds before continuing, "And anyway, we're going to working together closely and it would just be a nice way of bonding as a team."

"A kind of team-building event?" I smiled.

"That's right," she said with a giggle. "Well do you want to fuck me or not?"

There really wasn't much of a decision to make. In response I pulled her to her feet so that her crotch was level with my face. There was small yet distinct dark patch on her thong where she had got damp.

I peeled her g-string down to reveal a tiny trimmed thatch of dirty-blonde hair. She sat back on the desk with a moan and opened her long lithe legs.

Her lips were pink, pouting and perfect, a delicate treasure hiding between her creamy thighs. Without thinking or asking, I leant forward and licked up and down her pussy, savouring the heady taste and smell of her delicious sex.

"Oh, Kenneth!" she exclaimed. "You dirty bastard! I bet you can't believe you're licking my cunt!"

After a few more minutes of the most delightful groans and grunts and several more interesting obscenities, Karen pulled my head back and slipped off the desk and straight into my lap, one leg on each side of me. My cock slid into her pussy smoothly until I was buried in her to the hilt.

Looking me in the eye she began to grind her hips back and forth, her pussy muscles rippling impossibly around my dick.

"That's right, fuck my pretty pussy with that dirty ugly cock. I can't believe I've let you invade my most secret special place!" she screamed out an orgasm as I bent to suck hard on her nipples.

I was amazed at her fitness as she slid up and down my cock, coming countless times until I couldn't hold back any further.

"Oh fuck, Karen, I'm coming!" I shouted spurting my third load of the day deep into her pussy.

She collapsed on my shoulder and I held her tenderly, marvelling at the smoothness of her skin and the fresh smell of her hair, my cock still wedged inside her.

Eventually she looked up and she kissed me for the first time. "Thanks, I really needed that," she breathed.

"No really, I can honestly say that I'm very happy to have done you a favour!"

She laughed before pulling me to the bathroom where we freshened up.

Once we were back in the office she was all business again, as if nothing had just happened.

"Right, so tomorrow there'll be a car here for us at 09:00. I've got the client files here for you to read tonight. And I'll book Josie in to see you the day after tomorrow – I think Nathan's out all day anyway so you might as well try out her mouth. You never know, maybe we could both do you at the same time."

"Oh, OK," I said weakly, once more amazed at her forthrightness although part of me was amazed that I was amazed.

She continued without missing a beat, "And I'll suck you off in the car in the morning so you'll be fighting fit and raring to go by the time you get to the client's office. Right, Kenneth, if that's all, I'm going to get going now."

"Yes, thanks," I started before clearing my throat. "I mean, thanks. This has been a fantastic day. Thank you very much, Karen."

She smiled, "My pleasure! And welcome to Fleming! I'll see you tomorrow!"

I couldn't help but watch her wonderful arse swaying out of the door; she looked back as she left and gave me a knowing wink.

If I'd had any doubt that coming to work at Fleming was the right thing to do, Karen had completely dispelled it.

I couldn't wait until tomorrow. 



My Secretary



You're sitting in my lap like a boss and his secretary. You dressed professionally in heels and a short skirt. I'm in a nice suit and tie. You're sitting across my lap, legs crossed, leaning in to kiss me. I'm sitting there running one hand up and down your back, the other along your legs trying to get under your skirt and between your legs.

Then the phone rings, and being a good secretary, you turn to the desk and answer the phone. As you turn, you grind your ass into my lap.

After screening the call, you give me the phone and stand up so I can reach my desk and make notes. You start to move away, but I grab your arm and look into your eyes, and when I know you are paying attention, I look at the ground next to me, and you kneel. I take your hand and put it on my cock, which you made hard by rubbing your ass against it

I continue to talk on the phone as if nothing is going on. You pull my cock from my paints and take it in your mouth. At that moment, as you take me in your mouth, my voice slightly stumbles. You hear it and smile, knowing you are pleasing me.

You decide to be naughty and suck just the tip to try and distract me. It works because I stumble again, but quickly recover. I put my hand on the back of your head and push you down on my cock so you can't do that again.

I get off the phone and you raise your head and smile at me playfully and seductively and say, "Is there anything else, Sir?"

I stand and pull you up with me, and grab you around your waist, and pull you close and kiss you. Just as you start to melt, I end the kiss and turn you around to face my desk. I grab the back of your neck with one hand, and lean in and tell you "you have been a naughty girl." I push you down and bend you over the desk and pull your skirt up to expose your lovely ass. I move in close, and you feel my cock brush your ass, and you anticipate feeling it inside you. You are brought back to the moment when I slap your ass hard, then again.

I ask you sternly, "Do you know why you deserved that?" You say "Yes Sir, for teasing you." My only response is "Good girl." I grab your ass cheeks and spread them apart and slide into your already dripping pussy.

Now that I'm inside you, I grab your hips to hold you in place so I can use you for my pleasure.

As I fuck you, I hear you moaning and that makes me smile and fuck you harder. I love to hear you moan.

I know you are enjoying yourself because I can feel how wet you are getting.

I feel your pussy contract around my cock as you cum, and it feels so good, but it makes it hard to slide in and out of you. I stay still until your pussy releases my cock enough so I can start fucking you again.

I start again, but it isn't long before you are cumming again. Your pussy clamps down harder this time. It feels so good, and I can feel your pussy pulsing as if you are trying to milk my cock.

It's almost more than I can take. I can feel my cum rising. As soon as you release me, I start fucking you hard. I can't hold back any longer, and I don't want to.

You start to cum again, and I feel your pussy clamp down around me, and I start to cum with you releasing my cream inside you.

Three...four strong jets flow from me to you. We both can't move, we stand there frozen, lost in our lust.

My head clears first as my cock slides from your pussy. I fall back into my chair and just sit there and stare at your ass and pussy. Then I see it, our cum dripping from your pussy down your legs. I reach between your legs and scoop some up on my fingers.

I pull down your skirt and tell you to sit back in my lap. You do as you're told and you start to lean in to kiss me. I hold up my hand, the one covered in our cum, and place my fingers to your mouth and without having to tell you to, you open your mouth and lick and suck my fingers clean.

When you have gotten it all, I take my hand away from your mouth and pull you to me and kiss you deeply. You taste so good.

There is a knock at the door, you stand up and straighten yourself up. When you are done you look at me and say "that must be your one o'clock". I stand up to answer the door but you stop me quickly to put my cock back in my pants and straighten me up.

You push me in my chair and say you'll get the door...