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Erotic Odyssey II – College & Beyond

 

 

                      Chapter Fourteen

                       Special Secretarial Services

 

By the time I was transferred back to the city, Irene was married and living elsewhere and I had a couple of rug rats at home.  And a new secretary.

 

"Will that be all for tonight?"

 

 "I guess so, Ursula. Thank you."  All for tonight except for bending over my desk so I can fuck you, I mused.  Damn. Now that Irene was married and I was back in the city I had no milk except what I got at home and that was kind of stale.

 

"Alright, sir. Goodnight. See you tomorrow."

 

 Lecherously, I watched my secretary walk down the hall. She was an odd one, I mused.  She always acted haughty and distant, as if she was impressed with her own importance.   Haughty yet, at times deferential, almost timid.   Not much in the tit department, like Irene in that regard, but nice legs and an absolutely fabulous ass, better even than Irene's.

 

The next afternoon I got back to the office after a late, drink-filled lunch with a salesman and I was pretty high.  I dozed through the last hour or so of the afternoon until Ursula came, as usual, to check with me before going home.

 

“Is there anything more for me, Sir?”

 

"Sit down, Ursula. I don't like to drink alone."

         

"Oh no. I can't. I never drink. Not at the office."

        

"My secretaries always drink with me," I lied. "Sit down!"

         

"But?" and, as if chastened by my tone of voice, her haughty look of denial evaporated and she sat on the edge of the chair opposite my desk.   "Not much, sir. Just a weak one."

        

"Do you like working here?"

        

"Uh...yes.  Oh yes sir.  Very much!"   Her response had been, at first, tentative.  Then, it was an emphatic affirmative but I realized, emphatic because she wanted to please me, not because she meant it.

 

 "I don't think you mean that.  You don't really like it here, do you?"

       

 "Oh, I do.  Really, I do."  Her haughtiness was now totally gone, her eyes signaling something else altogether.  Fear? Was she afraid she'd lose her job?   "And I like working for you, too, sir."   The last was, I was sure, a lie.

 

"You don't act like you do, Ursula?"  I knew that my boss was screwing his secretary, a married one, at that.  Did this one want her job enough to put out for me?  I poured another drink and, without asking, I added some more to hers, also.  "I don't think you like me at all."

 

"But I do!"  Nervously she took a long drink from her glass and almost choked from the nearly straight vodka.  "I think you're nice."  Her eyes watered from the strength of the drink and her cheeks reddened, either from that or embarrassment.  "I like you a lot."

 

What the hell, I thought. It's worth a try. She can always say no. I got out of my chair and walked around the desk to stand before the seated, young woman. Taking her hands in mine I pulled her to her feet.

 

"Sir?   Do you want me to leave?  Are you going to?  To?   Fire me?"  Her full, pouty, lower lip was trembling as if she was going to cry.

 

"That wasn't what I had in mind, Ursula.  I wanted to find out if you really liked me."  Her body was tense and, as I drew her close, she held back for a moment.  Then, with a sigh, she let me pull her firmly against me.  I put a finger under her chin and tilted her pretty face up to mine, lowering my head until my lips were pressed to hers.  Her mouth was soft and I felt her lips tremble as I brushed them with mine.  Her eyes were closed, squeezed shut as if she was trying to block me from her mind, and I flicked my tongue across her mouth, then pushed it between the softness of her closed mouth.

 

"But, sir?   What are you doing?"  Ursula turned her head away, her voice quavering, timid.

 

"I just wanted to find out if you liked me...liked working here."  The thinly veiled threat might help, I mused as, with obvious reluctance, she again let me capture her mouth with mine.  I had both hands on the shelving prominence of her ass, now, and it felt as full and firm as it looked.  My tongue bumped her teeth but, as I pressed my advantage, her mouth opened and I was in.  At least, my tongue was in.  Was I going to get something else in, too?  Her belly was pressed to my groin, held there closely as I pulled firmly against my hips.  I felt a twitch of her stomach muscles and knew it was a reaction to the hardness of my erection against her.

 

When I released her and went to close and lock my office door, the young woman leaned back against the edge of my desk.  Her eyes were downcast, her hands hanging limply by her sides.  Yes, there was no doubt; she was going to give in, and without resistance.  The situation and her reaction enhanced my lust.  I'd seduced girls who weren't really willing, at first, and once I'd even used force, but I'd never had one s surrender to me out of fear or timidity.  What would it be like? Could I make it good for her?      

 

"You're a beautiful woman, Ursula.  I hope you'll be my secretary for a long time," I said softly, my voice husky with desire.  Her mouth opened easily this time and my tongue had free rein in the warm, moist cavern as I worked on the buttons and zipper at the waist of her skirt.

 

"Sir?   Do I have to?  I'm not that kind of girl."  I tasted the saltiness of the tears that trickled down her cheeks and, for a moment, I had pangs of guilt for what I was about to do.

 

"You're not a virgin, are you, Ursula?" I asked as I pushed her skirt and half-slip down over her flaring hips.

 

 "Yes...no...Almost," she whimpered as her skirt dropped to the floor.

      

"You can't be almost a virgin, Ursula."  I slid my hands under the waist of her panties and peeled them down over her prominent buttocks, caressing the silken flesh as I did so. "You've either been fucked before or you haven't. Which is it?"

 

"Oh Sir!   Don't!  Don't talk like that!"  Her already tense body stiffened even more at my crude statement or, perhaps it was just because her panties had joined her skirt and slip on the floor and her sex was now uncovered, bare and defenseless.

 

"But it's true, Ursula.  Once you've lost your cherry, you can't grow a new one."  My fingers brushed her mons, feeling the soft, fine, furriness of her scanty pubic hair.  I pushed my knee between hers, forcing her legs apart as she uttered a whimpering moan of half-hearted protest.  I could tell that she was resigned to her fate and I sensed that it was for her, déjà vu.  "Did your last boss break your cherry, Ursula?  Was he the first one to fuck you?"

 

"No...Yes...he did but he wasn't the one.  Not the first."  Her labia were fat and soft; the narrow crevice still dry to my touch as I stroked it and my mouth again covered hers.  And now I was opening her blouse.  "What if someone comes, sir? The cleaners?"

 

"They don't come tonight, Ursula.  We're all alone."  I unfastened my belt and let my pants and shorts drop around my ankles.  Cupping her lush ass, I lifted her bottom onto the desk.

 

"Are you?  Like?  You're going to use?  Like?  Protection, aren't you?"

 

"I don't have any," I replied, levering her thighs apart as I leaned closer until the tip of my cock could just feel the soft heat of her cunt.  "Do you have anything?"

 

"Oh no...Of course not, sir.   But?   But?   What if?"

 

"Don't worry, my dear.  I won't go off in you.  Not in your cunt."  It hadn't been my plan, not originally, but I remembered how different it had been in Irene's ass and this woman had an even more appealing ass.  Why not?  And she likely had never had it that way, either.

 

"Play with yourself, Ursula.  Like you do in bed at night when you're alone."   Her submissive acquiescence to my licentious assault was inciting me to even more obscene actions and I guided her hand to her pussy.

 

"But sir?   Can't you just?  You know?  Do it?"  With obvious reluctance, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment, her fingers began to stroke her pussy.

 

"Use my cock, Ursula. Rub it on your pussy."

 

Tentatively, her hand grasped my wetly dripping tool and her gaze dropped to where it was poised at the mouth of her cunt.  "Oh?  Oh Sir?  It's too big!  You'll hurt me!"

 

As always I thrilled to the compliment, even one given in fear.  "It's not too big, my dear.  It's been in smaller girls than you.  And it's broken in virgins, too."  She was moving it between her labia and, although I couldn't be sure, I suspected that some of the moisture was now coming from her, too.  "That's the way, Ursula.  Just pretend you're home in bed, alone."

 

At first she manipulated my organ mechanically against the softness of her cuntflesh, her eyes closed again, her teeth biting her lower lip.  Soon, however, I detected the change.  Her other hand joined the first as she increased the pressure and tempo of her masturbation, her breathing becoming more and more laboured and now there was no doubt that her own oily fluids were flowing as, unwilled or not, her libido overcame her reluctance.

 

"Who's fucking you, Ursula?  Who's your dream lover?"

 

"No...Anh...nobody…doh…dohn't say that," the excited, young woman panted as her naked hips writhed and squirmed.

 

I pushed on her hands and the tip of my cock slid lower by only a fraction of an inch but that was all that was needed to place it at the mouth of her vagina.  I leaned closer and, as I felt the wet, slippery orifice surround my knob, I slid my hands under her bottom, holding her as I pushed into her snug, hot honeypot.

 

"Oh yes, baby...oohhh yesss," I sighed appreciatively as I thrust with little circular motions into the snugly clasping well of her cunt.  Her legs rose to wrap around my hips, pulling me deeper and my hands felt the flexing of her ass-muscles as she took me in.

 

"No...No...Nooooo," she moaned, her words contradicting her actions, and then I was grinding my pubis into the slushy softness of her cuntflesh, pushing up almost into her womb.

 

"Cum baby...cummm," I urged as her fingers dug into my back with painful force and her strong legs locked around me. Her hips bucked and gyrated and the muscles in her passage contracted as she uttered short, sharp cries. And then, as her orgasm subsided, she stiffened.

 

"Not in me...don't…don't go!" she protested, her legs loosening but not quite releasing their grip on my hips. I pulled out quickly for I was almost losing control.

 

"God, you're a hot piece, Ursula.  You're going to be the perfect secretary, aren't you?"

 

"Oh sir?   You didn't?  Didn't do it, did you?  Not in me?"

 

I looked at the young woman sprawled open-legged on the top of my desk, her fat, wet pussy gaping, the blondeness of her sparse pubic hair making her look like a precociously developed pre-teen.  I wanted her ass but that could wait until next time.  I pushed the thick knob of my tool between the soft, fat lips and felt her juicy passage again expand to grip me.

 

"No Ursula...I didn't...not yet...lie still, baby...just let me enjoy your lovely cunt for a few minutes more," and I slowly thrust and withdrew in and out of her snugly clasping fuckwell. "You like it, don't you Ursula...you like feeling your hot cunt filled with a cock."

 

"B...b...but...oohhh siirrrr...don't go in me...please don't go?"

 

I angled forward so the shaft of my tool was sliding firmly over the hard bump of her clit while I opened the buttons of her blouse.  The clasp of her bra was, conveniently, in front, between the nicely filled C-cups and it opened easily to reveal the bulging prominence of her pebbled areola with her nipples sticking out like pencil erasers from the tips.

 

"Where can I go, then, Ursula? Where do you want me to go off?"

 

 "Hanh...hanh...I'll use my hanhh...hand."  Her voice was strained, breathless, the words coming out gaspingly to my slow thrusts.  I could see her smooth belly bulge with each inward thrust, as if I was pumping her up, and her hips made tentative, upward jerks.

 

"No, baby...not like that...you have such a pretty mouth...soo sexy...and your ass..." I slid my hands under the large, firm globes and squeezed, "You have such a lovely bottom." Between the twin melons my probing fingers found the puckered hotness of her anal orifice, slippery with the juices that had trickled down the crease from her juicy twat and, as I pushed one finger against the tiny hole, feeling its delightful tightness as I entered to a one-knuckle depth, her hips tilted, retreating upwards.

 

"Nahhh...you wouldn't...couldn't," she moaned but I sensed a helplessness in her denial, a timorous, quaking prelude to acquiescence.  But, despite the temptation of her soft, red-lipped mouth or the promising, vise-like tightness of her asshole, the juicy clasp of her vagina was too delightful to abandon. The rest could wait.

 

"Don't move, Ursula...don't...you'll make me go off," I cautioned with fake urgency as her hips made a sudden wriggle, perhaps responding to the added titillation of my finger in her ass.  I began to fuck her wet, slippery cunt with a spiral motion and the pulpy cuntflesh molded to my cock, my shaft rubbing from side to side over her clitoris.

 

"Hannhh...annnhh...sirrrr...oohhh siirrrr...gotta stop...gotta," Ursula whined as, unable to control her unwilled arousal, her hips began to rock under mine, her motions causing the tiny muscles of her snug passage to squeeze my throbbing tool.

 

"Ursula...Ursula..,” I grunted, "You're doing it...you're making me cum!"

 

"Oohhh sirrrr...oohhhh...you can't.." but as I pushed deeper into the liquid clasp of her delightful sex, her hips angled receptively higher.

 

"Oohh baby...you're so hot...you love it, don't you."

 

"Nahhh...ahhhh.... oohh siirrrr...” I grasped her lush, firm assglobes and I felt them flex. She was fucking back at me. Pushing harder I forced her legs wider apart and felt the hardness of her cervix.  "Sirrrr...oohhh sirrr...oohhhh,"she cried out as I felt something give way. I knew she'd never had it as deep before and it made me as excited as if I was fucking a virgin,

 

"Hunh yunh hunh yunh," she grunted and now there was no reticence in her response. Her lush, firm hips were tilting and writhing as I hammered them, her breathless grunts of passion becoming more urgent.

 

"That's it, Ursula, baby...fuck up at me...fuck me!"

 

"Huh huh huh huh," she panted and I felt the contraction of her sheath, like a soft, pulpy fist on my tool. "Hunnhh... hannhh...annnnhhhh,”her breath exploded in loud,

hot gusts as she spasmed in climax.

 

My long delayed explosion followed her cries of ecstasy as my overheated sperm rushed along the deeply imbedded length of my tool to spurt into the deepest recesses of

her writhing channel, my cock bucking and jerking within the resilient canal. As if she was trying to milk every feared drop of my semen into her contracting snatch, Ursula's hips bucked and jerked, too, and her muscular passage drew on my shaft, draining me.

 

"Sirrrrr...oohhh sirrrr...oohhh noooo...what have you done?" she moaned as I came to rest against her open, now limp body.

 

"You did it, Ursula...you're too good...too hot...you made it happen."

 

"I...I couldn't help it, sir...I'm sorry," she whimpered. God. This was fantastic. I'd just coerced her into fucking me and, despite her fears, pumped her lush body full with my sperm, and she was apologizing to me, saying she was sorry for making it happen.

 

"Don't be sorry, baby," I said, drawing partway out of her cum-flooded sheath and seeing the creamy film that coated my deflating tool.  "You were wonderful."  Her legs dangled limply over the edge of the desk, her firm breasts still heaving from her unwilled passion and, as I pulled all the way out, she remained limp and docile on her back.

 

"Do you?  Like?  Can I keep my job if I let you do this?"

 

"You're going to be the best secretary I ever had, aren't you, Ursula?"

 

"Yuh...yes...I hope so?  But? Like...uh...will you use a condom next time?"

 

"We'll see, Ursula. I'll take care of you."  This was better than I’d hoped.  My haughty secretary wasn’t haughty at all.  She was just a lovely, docile vessel for my lust.  I helped her to her feet, imagining how good it would be to have her red lips wrapped around my cock or feeling those firm, lush buttocks writhing against my belly as I ploughed the tightness of her asshole.

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