[secy] [1996-02-05] Secretarial Help [MF]
Secretarial Help, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 1996. All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted
with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note
must remain attached.
Word Count: 1537
My secretary, Lynda Billings, is very efficient. She
manages to keep on top of all my appointments and sees to it that
my calendar doesn't get too hectic -- which, when you're in
middle management in the computer industry, is no small task. I
suppose most would call her attractive -- she's 5'10, brunette
hair to her shoulders and green eyes. She does frequently wear a
spicy perfume that I find enjoyable, but I've never done anything
in her direction. For one thing, you hate to take a chance at
losing a good secretary. For another, my wife is more than
enough woman to keep me busy in bed.
I came to work one Monday with a blinding headache, and
after Lynda brought me a Danish and briefed me on the afternoon's
meetings, she rubbed my temples. It helped the headache, and I
took the opportunity to surreptitiously watch the movement of her
breasts beneath her blouse. The morning was unremarkable, and by
ten I was moving some boxes of files around when I threw my back
out. When I called Lynda in, she sized up the situation and
immediately started rubbing my back. It helped immensely, but
because she was working on my lower back all the rubbing was
rocking my cock against the floor in my pants and I had developed
what was going to be an embarrassing hard-on. She finished the
massage and stood up, her skirt flashing a glimpse of her upper
leg, and I managed to decline her offered hand, saying I'd rather
just let my back relax before I got up.
I rolled to one side as she left the room, and got back to
my desk without any incident. The next week I had another killer
headache, and I asked her to help out again. She stood behind my
chair, and I closed my eyes as she rubbed my temples. It felt
good and She rocked my head from side to side gently as she
worked, and I was starting to relax into a floating state. When
I opened my eyes, I realized that my head wasn't resting against
the chair's headrest. It was nestled between Lynda's breasts. I
started to stammer something but she shushed me by covering my
mouth with her hand, "Just relax and let it happen," she said,
and then slipped a finger into my mouth and rubbed my tongue with
it. I clamped my lips reflexively on her finger and she moved it
in and out as she continued to stroke my temple. She moved her
caresses from my temple down to my cheek, then deftly unbuttoned
my collar and slid her cool hand inside my shirt to rub my chest.
I closed my eyes again and reveled in the feeling. She pinched
my nipple, digging her fingernails into it, and I feel an
answering twinge down below.
Lynda moved around the front of my chair and climbed into my
lap facing me. She lifted her left leg and placed it over my
shoulder, hooking her right leg around the side of the chair to
help her balance. "I think these stockings make my legs and
ankles look really sexy," she said, placing my hands on one long
leg. "Don't you think so?" "Uhh, Lynda..." I began, not quite
able to put words together. "I love the way they make my thighs
feel," she told me, sliding her hands over the glistening nylon
covering her legs. The motion of her hands drew my attention to
the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties -- the hose were
attached to a simple white garter belt and her pussy was sitting
there separated from my stiffening cock only by the material of
my slacks. I started running my fingers up and down her calf
almost unconsciously as she began to unbutton her blouse.
"I really don't think this is a good idea," I muttered, but
I didn't take my eyes from her half-bra as she took her blouse
off and rubbed her breasts. "Don't worry," she purred
reassuringly. I watched entranced as her nipples started
becoming visible by the way they poked into her bra cups. "They
don't bite," she continued, "although *I* might!" She abandoned
her nipples and placed the palm of her hand on my crotch. Her
fingertips traced the rigid length of my cock as I trembled.
I reached out and slid my finger into her crack. It was
slick and the hair was moist. She rocked slightly on it and
grabbed my zipper, tugging it down in fits and jerks. I slid my
finger up and down, back and forth. Her clit was hard enough to
feel, so I rubbed it with my thumb. She closed her eyes, beads of
sweat on her lip and her forehead. Her hair smelled sweet and it
struck my face softly as she swung her head.
"Why don't you -- ahhh -- do something for my breasts?" she
whispered hoarsely as she unfastened the catch at my waist and
slid her hand into my briefs. Her cool hand wrapped itself
around my most intimate flesh, and I continued to stroke her
pussy lips and clit as I reached around and unhooked her bra. I
tossed it to one side as I leaned over to trap a nipple between
my teeth. I heard her gasp remotely as her hand continued to
play with the head of my cock. She pushed my lips away with a
glazed look in her eyes, and reached down with both hands to pull
my cock through the flap in the briefs. It was standing up,
straight and deep red, and she slid her fingertips along the
shaft with one hand while the other one palmed my balls through
the cotton. Her mouth quivered and she closed her eyes as she
suddenly let go of my cock and clasped my head to her chest. She
started going "uhhh... uhhh... uhhh..." and her pussy clamped
down on my fingers. I teased her nipple until her shakes settled
down, then lifted my head and met her lips and tongue for a deep,
soul-searching kiss.
She clawed at my underwear to free my cock, which popped out
ready for action. Her pussy was smooth as silk as she raised
herself up and slid down slowly onto me. And tight... her inner
tissues dragged against my cock with agonizing pleasure. "This
is it!", I thought as she guided my throbbing penis into her. She
looked me in the eyes as she slowly settled down. About halfway
down she stopped and began slowly to lift off. We both sighed as
my cock came all the way out. "I just wanted to do that again!"
she breathed as she slid back down, this time taking me balls
deep.
I watched her face contort in pleasure as she began to
slowly work me in and out. I couldn't believe how velvety soft
she was! She fit me like the tightest glove but the friction was
smooth and almost liquid. As she sped up I realized I couldn't
take much more of this and I wished I could last long enough for
her to come again. As I felt the urge to come grow, I was
surprised to hear her gasp "Ohhh! It's sooooo good! Cum with
meee!!". I met her lips with mine, and our tongues dueled as her
climax seized her. Her back arched so hard I feared she'd break
her spine. I was surprised that I hadn't come, but indeed I was
still hard within her. Finally she slumped forward in release,
kissing me between ragged breaths. She knew I hadn't come, so she
made little grinding motions to keep me "interested" while she
caught her breath.
She reached down and wedged her hand under us, enough to
find my ball sac with her fingernails. At the same time she
started squeezing me with her vagina, and the fire began to build
in me such that I knew I wouldn't be delaying much longer. I set
the side of my thumb down against her swollen clit, and we both
groaned as I sped up my motions, pistoning in and out with liquid
sucking sounds. Her vagina was like a living milking machine,
thirsting and drawing my come. It felt so damn good to be inside
her that I wanted it to never end. But of course it did, and
soon! She flexed her hips and my eyes crossed as my body let
loose all the erotic tension that had been building. I yelled,
something hoarse and unintelligible, and she covered my face with
quick little kisses as she took my juices. "Come inside me!
Yes... give it to me now!" I buried my cock as deeply as
possible in her and groaned as each spurt of come burned its way
through my shaft and into her eager pussy.
Later, when the beads of sweat on our bodies had turned into
little chills from the air conditioning, I heard her giggle. I
stroked her ass in recognition of the delightful way she squeezed
me, and asked what was funny. She replied, "I just wondered...
you haven't mentioned your headache once!"
/end/ 02-05-1996 Rajah Dodger (c) All Rights Reserved