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Secretarial Services – Part III

 

Dear Diary:  Jan 1 – I’ve done my good deed for the year.  Instead of going out on New Year’s Eve I came here and babysat so oe and Val could go out.  At least they were too drunk to fuck when they got home so I didn’t have that frustration to contend with.  Y’know Diary even if Val is prettier and has those humungous hooters I bet I could steal Joe from her.  I know she can’t suck cock like Bill taught me and I’m sure she doesn’t have the muscle control he made me learn either.  But it’s not going to happen.  I’d like to steal him just to show her that she’s not as great as she thinks but it’s too risky…unless I can somehow get him to have a vasectomy.  Then he couldn’t knock me up.  Nothing can come between me and Bill that way.  He’s the only one who’s going to father my children.  Oh Oh!  They’re getting up.”

 

 

Dear Diary:  Jan 9 – Went out with Val last night but it got kind of scary.  She wanted to pick up a couple of guys at a bar…says she does it often…but I wouldn’t go along with it.  I think she’s pissed at me but I said I’d baby-sit again on January 25 and that soothed things over.  But nest week I’m going to fuck her again with that big strap-on. I like the feeling of power I get.

G’night

 

 

Dear Diary:  Jan 26 – I guess I’m an awful person but they are too. Val iis a friend of mine and she cheats on Joe so there’s no good reason why I can’t cheat with him.  And she’s had me and I’ve had her too so she can’t complain.

 

I babysat for them like I said I would again last night.  But when they got home she was drunk and Joe came down and caught me putting away one of their dirty movies.   One thing led to another…I was already horny from watching the movies and it’s been two months since I’ve had sex except for my fingers, my vibrator and Val’s tongue.  I pretended to be a virgin but I got so hot that I didn’t really fuck like one and I think he was skeptical…until I got him back down and showed him the sheet that I’d stained with some red food colouring I got in the kitchen.  The expression of pride on his face when he saw that I’d been cherry was priceless.  Now both of them think they’ve had an innocent girl but I guess Val did in fact get my lesbian cherry.

 

Anyway the fucking was fab.  He’s not as big as Bill but he has more patience.  I think I may learn more from him than from Bill even though Bill had five years to teach me.  He didn’t use a safe but that was OK.  I just finished my period.  But I’m not going to take even that risk again.

 

Of course I vowed after that I’d never do it again, just as he did, but that vow isn’t worth much.  If I hadn’t stopped him he’d have done me again and right now I wish he had.

G’night .

 

 

 

SignifEvent Journal Jan 200-

 

I’m not a diary-writer but sometimes things happen that just have to be written down and my story of Irene is one of those things. 

 

She was a country girl fresh from secretarial school three months ago when I first met her.  Irene is a brunette and not a beauty.  Not yet twenty but she already shows signs of the mustache she’ll likely have in middle age and she looks flat chested.  But her mouth is full-lipped, her legs look solid and shapely and her ass looks firm, round and shelving.

 

Irene is (when I’m writing this) the secretary for a group of engineers and I am one of them.  I immediately had lecherous intent but that’s not unusual for me.  I.m married and the lecherous intent never goes beyond dreaming …and pretending my wife is whichever other female I currently lech for.  For the first week or so I saw her casually and helped her with the technical terms that were new to her.  And she met my wife.

 

Irene and Val hit it off right away and soon Irene was visiting us, sometimes staying overnight on weekends and babysitting while we went to parties.  They sometimes too went out together on Val’s night out. And I managed to keep from making a pass at her.

 

After a few of Irene’s sleepovers I think that Val realized that I was especially passionate on the nights when Irene was sleeping on the living room sofa.  I think she guessed that I was pretending I was fucking Irene but I don’t think it bothered her because I suspect she had her own extra-marital diversions. She thought also that I was too shy to do anything and Irene was an old fashioned nice girl who wouldn’t have allowed anything anyway.  But my wife seemed to take a perverse pleasure in vocalizing her sexual satisfaction just loud enough that the pure, little country girl could hear.

 

And I had no doubt that the pure little country girl could hear.  Very clearly.   Was she a virgin?  It seemed unlikely but perhaps she was.  Did it make her hot to hear the sounds when I fucked my wife?  Obviously it did not have a negative effect because she kept coming back.

 

Val and I went to a Bobby Burns party and Irene babysat for us again.  I’d finally finished a basement rumpus room where she could sleep and watch TV or movies on the VCR.  We arrived home fairly early, well before midnight because Val had seriously over-imbibed and was falling down drunk.  I got her undressed and into the bed, took off my own clothes and put on a warm robe and then went to check on the kids and Irene.

 

At the bottom of the stairs to the basement I almost ran into Irene as she tried frantically to put something in the cupboard under the stairs.  I knew right away what she was trying to put away because except for some spare towels the only thing in that cupboard was our modest collection of pornographic videos.

 

“Joe!  Oh!” my secretary exclaimed, her face reddening with embarrassment as she straightened up and looked at me.  She was wearing a very short baby doll pajama top with no bottom.  Actually there was a bottom but I saw that it was on the bed where she’d been watching the videos and no doubt playing with her pussy.  Irene turned as if to retrieve the missing pajama bottom.

 

I reached her in a few calculated strides and wrapped my arms around her nearly naked body. I pinned her arms to her sides and pressed her tightly against me, rendering her without any capacity to move. Her body stiffened and she drew a sudden sharp breath. I did not put my hand over her mouth for I was sure she didn’t want Val to know what she’d been doing. 

 

So she didn’t cry out and thus we stood, I with my arms wrapped around her body, much like a dog that had caught a car and did not know what to do with it, and she, rigid as a rake, the womanly contours of her back and derriere molded to my body, my naked body because my robe had come open. She was at least a head shorter than me and I could have easily picked her up. Despite her solid frame, she felt soft and silky. The hollow of her back pressed against my stomach, the full roundness of her rather large bottom against my groin.

 

“Please Joe…let me go,” she whimpered as I held her pinned against me.  She was rigidly tense but she didn’t struggle so I needed only one arm to control her.  My other hand glided over the slight bumps of her breasts and discovered the hard, rubbery projections of her nipples. What Irene lacked in tit size she made up for in nipple size. Even through the flimsy fabric of her pajamas I could tell that they were like large caliber bullets, long and thick and from her reaction to my touch I suspected they were also sensitive.

 

 My right hand moved down across the convexity of her belly while my left arm held her tight against my body. My fingers encountered a luxuriant bush that covered her mons almost up to her navel and as I probed lower she clamped her thighs together.  Leaving that site for the moment I slipped my hand under her pajama top to her bare breasts. Her breasts were small but firm, like small oranges. I stroked those incredible nipples and they grew stiffer, as if by magic, mimicking my cock glowing like a red-hot poker against her buttocks. She stiffened markedly as I pinched the rubbery cylinders between my thumb and forefinger, rolling them into hard little strawberries. She pushed her head back into my neck, rolling her hair in my face, as if egging me on to explore some more.

 

My hand slid back downwards again over her tummy, past the mat of coarse hair towards that secret place where her legs came together. I avoided the hidden domain on the downward pass and found her thighs, full, firm and delectable, just like I imagined them to be. I moved my hand back upwards and I found the hairy vee wet with the evidence of sexual arousal.

 

“Don’t…oohhh doohhnnn’t,” Irene whined as my fingers probed the fleshy barrier of her tightly closed thighs.  They were soft enough that my straining fingers found the incredible softness of her fat pussy and then spread the pulpy, oily labia searched in the warm wetness for the button that by now I suspected she wanted me to find.

 

“Please Joe…pleeease let me go,” she whimpered but her ass was not pulling away from my bare cock as it nestled between the warm hemispheres of her ass and her thighs seemed to relax to give me freer access to her cunt.

 

When I found it, I was amazed at its size and gratified at how well it responded to my stimulations. She had lifted her arms, bent them at the elbows where my right arm clenched them tightly against her body and I wondered if it would be safe to let go of them and caress both her nipples and her clit at the same time. But caution prevented me, at least for the moment. I gently probed the soft fleshy areas around her clit, stroking and massaging the area around the entrance to her cave. Occasionally, I’d slip the tip of a finger into her vagina and when I did she’d utter a sharp whine that was neither protest nor acquiescence but something in between. I could hear her suck in her breath; but she spoke not a single word.

 

I was careful not to touch the sensitive areas too much too soon; I hoped I could make her surrender without any resistance but by now I knew I was going to get into her with or without her willingness. I had no doubt now that watching the videos had aroused her to the point of surrender whether she was a ‘nice girl’ or not. Like an artful master I gently probed deeper into her softness. Her thighs parted more and her juices flowed in profusion, wetting my entire hand to my wrist. Two fingers slid into her slit and approached her clit from a southerly direction. I traced the slippery path of her cuntal runway from the entrance to her vagina all the way to the clit as I imagined what it was going to be like to land my cock in that juicy port. When I heard a low guttural purr coming softly from her throat and felt the exquisiteness of her hair pressing into my neck, I gave myself over to my full intentions and showed her exactly what I could do with my fingers.

 

Many times I had done this with my wife and with earlier girlfriends to ensure they were satisfied if I came too soon.  I loved giving pleasure. My fingers worked deftly on her clit and I could feel every muscle in the firm frame that was pressed against me contract and convulse in micro spasms of uncontrollable gratification. She rolled her head and her hips in perfect unison and I could sense she was on the verge of climax. I longed to bury my cock in her hairy cunt but I held her arms tight, restraining her pleasure just an inch, so that she would know that I was in control. Her firm, round buttocks massaged my cock deliciously and I could imagine how they’d roll under my belly if I ever got my cock up into her asshole.

 

It was time to get her to the bed.  I cupped the wet, hirsute nest between her thighs that now were spreading loosely to my urging.  I supported her, lifting her off the floor as I managed to walk with her to the open sofa bed.  Then I released her arms and quickly maneuvered her body to face mine and my mouth covered hers.

 

She could have easily broken off the kiss. But she didn't. Her lips were as I remembered from the one previous brief kiss I’d stolen at the company Christmas party. They were soft and they kind of quivered against mine, a fluttering acquiescence. There was sweetness, maybe she’d had a coke earlier, and they parted to my cautiously probing tongue.

 

"No Joe... don't," she protested, finally turning her face away.

 

"I've wanted do that ever since the party, Irene." I kept my hand between her legs, my middle finger knuckle deep in the mouth of her juicy cunt and, when I kissed her again, her arms went around my neck.

 

"Please, Joe," she objected, "it's late... Val will hear." But this time her mouth had opened and my tongue had begun to explore her moist, oral cavity. And the way her arms tightened around my neck told me that she was enjoying the kiss.

 

"I know, Irene... but just a few minutes more," I said softly and it seemed natural and almost innocent for her to let me lower her onto her back on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge as I knelt on the carpet, shouldering her legs apart.

 

With my finger still lodged in her hot, wet cuntal orifice I moved higher.

 

“Please Joe…please…leave me alone,” she whimpered but she lay there completely unresisting as my face pressed her chest.

 

 "You're lovely, Irene... just this... please?" I begged as I kissed into the shallow breast-valley and my lips moved over her silky skin to the center of one breast. My God! Her nipples were the largest I'd ever encountered!  My mouth closed over the thimble-sized, rubbery projection and I sucked it between my lips, my tongue thrumming it with delight.

 

"Nooo...noooo… dooon't," Irene whined and she closed her legs on my hips as if to defend herself.  "Oohhh dooon't."

 

"But why, Irene? You like it don't you?" I alternated between the bare mounds, nibbling first one of the large, swollen nipple, then the other.  Se seemed oblivious to the fact that having my finger in her cunt was a much more intimate act.

 

"Oohhhh yesss... too much... that's why you have to stop." Bigger isn't always better but Irene's nipples were not only bigger than any I've known, but they were also extremely sensitive. The sounds that were coming from her were now panting whimpers and, when my face moved lower, I'm sure she knew what my next target was.

 

"We can't... you're married... she's my friend... she might hear us…you can't." But Irene's body was winning over her mind. I kissed down across her firm belly to the forest of pubic hair.

 

"Just this, Irene... just this... please Irene," I begged and then my nose was surrounded by the soft bush that covered her prominent mons.

 

"Oohhh nooo... I can't... hah... caaan't," she whined and she clamped her thighs tightly together but she’d already lost the battle to preserve her chastity…if it was in fact a battle. 

 

"Mmmm... please?" Her thigh-flesh yielded as I pushed my face lower and got my tongue into the upper part of the soft slit.

 

"Nooo... you're married... nooo, I never," she repeated her denial and she tried weakly to push my head away.

 

"It's just a kiss, Irene... let me... it won't hurt. Just let me this one time? Please?"

 

"Hanh... Joe... hanh... I shouldn't... hanh," and I realized that she was sobbing, but her hands were now just resting on my head, not trying any more to push me away. I was fondling her big nipples and stroking the downy flesh of her thighs and my face slipped deeper into the warm and widening opening as her legs, ever so slowly, parted.

 

Irene's body was jerking spasmodically, a mix of sobs and her heavy breathing, but I was sure that she had surrendered to being eaten. I changed position ever so cautiously, afraid that she'd change her mind. And then my tongue found her clitoris and she uttered a choking moan. I got my shoulders between her legs then; like I had done years earlier with a much younger, smooth-pussied girl I had complete and unfettered access to Irene’s hirsute lovenest.

 

I don’t know now if she'd ever experienced cunnilingus before but the effect on her of my mouth and tongue exploring her fat-lipped snatch was gratifying. Her hands were still on my head but their action was the direct opposite of her initial reaction. She had gone from trying to push me away to limply accepting my oral intimacy to pulling my head against her while she rocked her lush hips. Her pubic hair tickled my nose and the wetness of her squishily swollen cuntflesh made it difficult for me to breathe but I didn't want to give her a chance to relent. Her clit was large, big enough that I easily nipped it with my lips and, as I thrummed the hard, slick nubbin, I could hear her strangled cries of excitement.

 

My saliva added to her juices and a river was flowing from where my tongue and finger entered her cuntmouth down the valley to her buttocks.  I slipped my finger lower and felt the crinkled little nether portal and began to tease it while my lips and tongue worked on her pussy.

 

Irene was no longer making any form of protest to the liberties I was taking. My tongue alternately worked on her clit, then dipped into her hot cuntal orifice while my hands caressed her big-nippled breasts and mauled the lush firmness of her buttocks. I could feel the flex of her ass muscles as she ground her pussy wantonly against my face.

 

Cautiously I pushed at her anus with my finger and just then she gave a loud, whining gasp. Her cuntflesh seemed to bulge and palpitate and her thighs suddenly locked on my head, her hips jerking and bucking, and I knew she was cumming.

 

"Joe... hannh... Joe... gotta stop..." she panted but, unlike my wife who always pushed me away right after her climax, Irene did not. Her legs relaxed their grip on my head but she lay, loose-limbed and acquiescent, despite her gasping request that I stop. And then I realized that my middle finger was up her asshole as far as it could reach.  When she came there must have been a reflexive relaxation of her sphincter that allowed me to penetrate her ass.   And now she lay there, legs loosely spread, my mouth still kissing her twitching cunt and my finger fucking her ass. I don't know if her post-orgasmic remorse was the cause of her compliance or if the pleasure was such that she couldn't fight it but I didn't care. I wanted to fuck her and her continued submission to my oral assault was helping me to achieve my goal.

 

I could hear Irene’s sobs and her hands fluttered about my head, one moment weakly pushing me away, and then holding me slackly, as if she was torn between resistance and surrender. My nose nudged her clit as I pushed my tongue into her vagina, her fat labia swollen apart, wetly surrounding my face. I felt a tremor of her firm-muscled buttocks, a reluctant tic of her pelvis and I sensed that she was again well on the way to another climax. It was time.

 

I moved above her and looked deeply into her eyes, and Irene melted in the gaze. Her full lower lip trembled as if she was on the verge of crying as she tilted her mouth up for a kiss. She uttered a whimpered moan as my mouth covered hers. My face was oily wet with her effusions and it slipped back and forth over her slack-lipped mouth when I kissed her. My tongue thrust inward sensuously.  I flicked it around and around her soft lips, and then pried it in slowly, into her mouth.

    

As I kissed her I became more and more aroused, but also more and more gentle.  Perhaps she was really a nice girl and I was taking advantage of her naiveté. 

    

Then Irene threw her arms around my neck, and pressed her muff into my raging hard-on and I wondered if she was really innocent or just a horny woman.

 

"Oh, you have to stop," she moaned, softly.

 

"Have I ever told you how marvelous you are?" I said softly, tracing the clean plane of her cheek from her tear-wet eyes down to her chin.

    

My mouth covered hers again and she sucked my tongue into her mouth, and bit on it gently.  She moaned, as my erection pressed against her furry muff, hard and ready, and pulsing with lust. 

    

I lay on top of my secretary’s unresisting body, and I placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy.  The fur-fringed labia spread easily and as I pushed in ever so slightly the head of my cock slid past the fat, lust-oiled fleshrolls and I felt the burning heat of her cuntmouth.

 

“Stop Joe…you can’t,” Irene whimpered but her legs seemed to part more to accommodate my hips and I thought I detected a barely perceptible upward tilt of her pelvis.  “Please…you have to stop…hanh…you’re married….hanh …what if Val hears,” she panted but her actions were not matching her words.

 

“I have to Irene…I need you,” I moaned as I thrust inward slowly.  My cock head slipped easily into her well-buttered cunt.  She was wonderfully tight, much tighter than Val’s baby-stretched passage, tighter even than before she’d had a baby. 

    

I worked my hands under her sweating back, pressing her small, hard tits against my throbbing chest, flattening them out. I pushed inward, feeling my secretary’s tight cunt give way before the fleshy onslaught of my powerful prick.  I felt the sensitive flesh twitch and tingle under the wet soft stimulation of her soft tunnel.

    

"Oh no, I never," Irene moaned, “Never did it before,” as my cock thrust inward, until my balls were pressing against her quivering ass cheeks.

    

And then Irene put her hands on my buttocks as I raised my ass high in the air, pulling my cock out until only the tip of it was embedded in her cunt, and then lunged forward again, driving my cock deeply into the steaming well of her sex.

 

Her cuntal walls closed in around my throbbing tool and I felt the heat of her twitching cuntwalls permeate my pulsing cock.  Her pussy juices flowed lavishly out of her cunt, and trickled out of her tightly stuffed hole.  Damn! Maybe I was her first I gloated as I savoured her glorious tightness.

 

Irene ground her swollen, hot pussy up into my groin, our pubic hair meshing in a wet mass as I moved higher so that my cockshaft was sliding over her clitoris.

    

Her breathing issued from her passion-constricted throat in gasping sobs, as her heat built. I drove my prick in and out of her cunt while she kneaded the flesh of my ass cheeks.  My cock felt hot and hard in her cunt as I drove deeply and smoothly in and out of her.

 

“Nuh…nunh…not safe,” my secretary mumbled, “You’ll make me pregnant,” but her ‘nice girl’ façade was suspect when she started to grind her hips upward, mashing her swollen pink-fleshed twat against my hairy groin.  She became wanton, wild, as the passion increased.

 

“Yunh…yunh…harder,” she urged with unchaste demands.  “Gonna cum… you’re making me cum,” she panted as her legs rose to wrap around my plunging hips and try to lock me deeper inside.

 

I grunted, and my humping became harder, and faster.  Irene must have felt my cock swelling in her cunt. She was now so open to me that I felt like I was a foot long, totally enclosed by the dark, wet reaches of her sex tunnel.

    

Irene tightened her legs around my hard-humping waist and clung to me as the first throes of her orgasm gripped at her gut and I felt her belly bulge and pulsate under mine.

 

Irene started to whimper as I felt her muscles gripping at my hard-driving cock, felt her orgasm drive higher and higher, as my tool continued to plow in and out of the hot dark hole of her pussy.

    

She gripped at my waist with her legs, and pulled my face down to hers, kissing me hotly, greedily.  My mouth took possession of hers, and my tongue flicked in and out of her hot oral cavity with almost the same rhythm that my cock was driving in and out of her hot, wet cunt.

    

My ‘nice girl’ secretary seemed to be totally abandoned to the pleasure of my lust as she writhed like a mad woman under my strong, demanding body. Her cunt was milking me with incredible spasms like a soft hand that squeezed me almost to the point of pain. And then my cock exploded with its hot eruption of man juice and the spasming contractions of her cunt seemed to suck up the juices, deep into her womb. My cock made wet sucking noises, as it thrust in and out of her quivering, convulsing quim.  Never before had I been milked like this and I felt as if she was drawing every last drop of sperm from my aching balls.

    

Irene must have heard me grunt, felt my grip on her flailing body tighten, as my cock pistoned in and out of her like greased lightning, every inward thrust depositing another load of gism into her hot and eager hole.

    

My wiling victim squealed as her orgasm peaked, and then started to fade away.  She writhed against me for a long time.  Her orgasm was prolonged, and powerful, and when she finally relaxed against my still-heaving body, while I emptied my balls into her, she trembled weakly. I thrust into her one last time, and then lay, relaxed and trembling with the aftermath of my own orgasm, pressing her body into the bed.

 

“Joe…oh Joe…what have we done?”  Irene’s cock-plugged body shook with her sobbing question.  “You didn’t use a condom.  I could tell.”

 

“It’ll be all right Irene,” I consoled her.

“But Joe…I never did it…I was…you know…what if I’m pregnant?”

 

I gave her words of comfort while my cum-drained tool slowly softened until it slipped out of her cum-flooded fuckwell.  And like her, I hoped I hadn’t knocked her up.

 

The aftermath of an otherwise enjoyable fuck was a long, tearful talk with my remorseful secretary.

 

“It was my fault Joe.  I’m sorry,” she’d sobbed.  “I made you betray Val …my friend. I made you cheat.”  I’d absolved her from blame and after an hour of bemoaning our mutual disloyalty I was ready to do it again. 

 

“No Joe…never again…I’ll always remember this…my first time…it was beautiful,” she whimpered.  “You still respect me don’t you?  Please say that you do.”

 

After more words of consolation and chaste kisses on her soft, tear-wet mouth I gave up and went upstairs to bed.  I had barely slid under the covers when I heard a faint tap at the bedroom door.

 

“Please Joe,” my tearful secretary whispered....you have to help me.”

 

I followed her downstairs where, with a sob she pulled back the top sheet to display a hand-sized red stain in the middle of the bottom sheet.

 

“What’ll I do?  If Val sees it she’ll know.”

 

A mix of emotions overwhelmed me.  One was fear of discovery and a second was guilt that I’d doubted her innocence.  The strongest though was the ego-boosting sense of triumph that I’d broken her cherry.

 

“Can you tell her you started your period?”

 

“Oh Joe!   Yes!  Thank you.   And I hope I have another period after what we just did.  I can feel your sperm inside me.