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Secretarial Services – Part VII
Dear Diary: Jun 26 – I may have got myself into something
over my head. Joe disappeared from the
office around 3:30 PM on Tuesday and he appeared at my apartment soon after I got
home. I wasn’t happy to see him and he
knew that but he’d brought some booze with him and he started things off again
by pouring me a stiff drink. I think I
may be an alcoholic because even though I know what it does to me…and what he
does to me as a result…I keep right on drinking with him.
We talked…argued is
more like what we did…and he started talking dirty to me. It’s like he doesn’t respect me and it really
makes me angry, like right now but not when he’s doing it. He got me all worked up (sexually) and he got
that dominating look in his eyes and I was like a puppet in his hands. He stripped off all my clothes and dragged me
off to the shower and he used the new showerhead to get me so hot I thought I’d
burst. Then he took me to bed…or maybe
by then it was me who took him to bed and he ate me with his finger up my
bottom and made me cum. (I hope I can
teach Bill to eat me as well as Joe and especially his wife do.)
He made me get on top
then and while I fucked him. God, he
went in deep like that. Bill goes deeper
but it somehow isn’t the same. And then
we came together and it felt like he was pumping a litre
of sperm up into me. Thank God he got himself fixed.
(As I’ve said before.)
But he didn’t stop with
that. He made me talk dirty to him, got
me on my knees like a dog and fucked me some more and then he put it in my
bottom (I think he made me say asshole) and we both came that way. I don’t know why I like it…it’s ugh awful…but
when he’s lying on my bottom with his cock (there, I wrote it) up my ass I feel
so safe and comfortable. I hope I can
get Bill to do me that way too.
We slept for two or
three hours and then he wanted to do me again.
We had a shower and then he made me suck him off. (That’s how the girls that did that kind of
thing in high school used to call it.)
But this time I knew he was going to cum in my mouth and I wanted it.
Anyway Diary, I still
hate him for what he does to me and the way he makes me act but now I have even
more reason. Needless to say I was
exhausted last night after being awake (Ha) most of
the night and working all day. Ate some
leftover chips and dip and drank the rest of the rum that Joe had left. It relaxed me and then I started on the
nearly full bottle of brandy. It doesn’t
taste the same in a water glass as in one of those fat glasses but it sure
warms me up. I was even starting to wish
that Joe was here for a quickie when the doorbell rang.
It wasn’t Joe, it was
Val and I was relaxed enough from the booze that a quickie with her sounded
good. But it didn’t happen that way.
“You bitch! You two-faced, conniving bitch! You’ve been spreading those loose legs for my
husband, haven’t you?
“NO! NO!
Never! Whatever makes you think
I’d do that?” Had Joe somehow let her
know? “Please Val…you know I
wouldn’t…couldn’t.”
“I don’t know any such damned
thing,” she spat as she grabbed the brandy and took a long swig right from the
bottle. “You’re just like the
others! He hires you young country girls
and then knocks you up. That’s what he
did to the last two anyway.”
“Please Val,” I pleaded
as tears welled up in my eyes. “I’d
never do that…I’m waiting until I get married… and you must know I couldn’t do
it to you…not after all we’ve done together.”
And I slumped down on the sofa, sobbing.
The words were an act
but the sobbing was real. That bastard
had tricked me…tricked me in so many ways.
Even though I was planning to trick him…had tricked him…I felt crushed
and humiliated that I’d let him deceive me so much…that I’d given in to every
perversity he’d tried.
“Oh God Irene…I’m
sorry…I just thought…he’s been different lately,” she said with tears in her
own eyes. Then I realized that she was
drunk, falling down drunk. She sprawled
beside me on the sofa and relinquished her grip on the brandy bottle long
enough for me to pour another for myself.
“I can’t believe that
he’s like that,” I said, hoping she would tell me that he hadn’t seduced other
new secretaries. “He’s always treated
me with total respect,” I lied, remembering the first time he’d held my head
and forced me to swallow his ejaculation.
“Maybe I’m wrong… the
other secretaries…they were likely sluts anyway and I never knew for sure that
he was the one who knocked them up. And
if he was fucking you I could understand,” and then her words stopped as she
covered my mouth with hers while her hands began probing under my housecoat.
I won’t bore you with
more details. Nothing much happened…she
was too drunk and I was too tired. She
more or less passed out beside me on the sofa and I let her sleep until well
after midnight.
Some
coffee. Some lighthearted conversation and then she was able to drive
home.
I’m still tired
tonight, Diary, but I’m feeling vengeful.
The way she talked, the way she treated me after she woke up last night
was insulting. She acted as if she’d
been crazy to think that Joe would want me and she seemed to believe that she
was the main object of my affection. She ended the night by asking (almost
demanding) that I take care of their kids on Saturday night. If ever two people needed to be taken down a
peg or three it’s Joe and Val and I know how I’ll
start it off.
G’night
.
SignifEvent Journal Jun 200- (2nd)
On Saturday night Irene had
been every bit as good as I’d looked forward to and if Val hadn’t woken up I
think I’d have got off in her again. My
cock was chafed and supersensitive after being in that fantastically tight cunt
for so long with the result that I went around all day Sunday and Monday and
Tuesday with a semi-hardon. And seeing
my secretary in the office without being able to fuck her was almost too much
to bear.
Tuesday was my evening out
but in mid-afternoon I decided it would be a night out. I called Val to say that I had an unexpected
meeting at Head Office and I went home and packed an overnight bag. But I didn’t go to Head Office.
At about six PM I rang
Irene’s doorbell and when she opened the door I was there with some chips and
dip, some rum and of course, some cognac.
It was risky, I knew. She might have had another commitment or she
might have been pissed off at my presumption and sent me away but luckily it
didn’t happen that way. She didn’t seem
overjoyed to see me as she grudgingly invited me in but when I went to her
kitchen and mixed us two strong rum and 7-Ups with ice she didn’t refuse.
“You shouldn’t be here
Joe. What if Val found out?”
“I doubt that she
cares…except maybe jealousy.”
“Jealousy?
What do you
mean?”
“I don’t know…maybe jealous
that I’m with someone as beautiful as you?”
I was surprised at the concern Irene seemed to have over my simple
statement.
“Uh…don’t try to butter me
up. It’s not going to work
tonight.” And she looked serious about
it but she drained her glass and didn’t object when I also drained mine and
went to refill them.
“You never seem to believe me
Irene,” I said softly as I handed her the refilled glass and sat beside her on
the new sofa. “But I’ve never lied to
you, have I?”
“You did too…you promised not
to…you know…and I’m sure there were other times.”
“But I’ve never hurt you have
I? You’ve enjoyed everything we’ve done
haven’t you?” I placed my hand on her
knee, waiting to see her reaction.
“You hurt me too…at
first…when you…” and her voice trailed away but I knew she must mean when I
assfucked her.
“But sometimes there has to
be a little hurt for a lot of pleasure…and you can’t deny that you got a lot of
pleasure from being fucked in the ass, can you?” It was risky but I remembered that the other
night she seemed to get a thrill when I talked dirty to her. “Just like you love being fucked in that hot,
juicy cunt…and I can see it in your eyes.
You like all of it. And you’re
the sexiest looking woman I know…you just can’t imagine how sexy you look with
my cock in you…anywhere.” Yes, her eyes
had that unintentionally inviting look, the white showing around them, like a scared
rabbit and her ever so fuckable lips were parted and she was tracing their
outline with her pink tongue. She was
remembering.
I stood, pulling her to her
feet. “C’mon sweetie…we’re going to take
a shower.”
“But?
But Joe?”
Her voice
was trembly and timid.
“What if?
Val might
call?”
“God, you’re sexy Irene.
And beautiful.”
I bent down and with no gentleness I reached
up under her skirt and before she could get her legs together I insinuated my
fingers under the leg of her panties and felt the wetness that betrayed her
arousal, willed or unwilled. “And you
want me to fuck you again, don’t you!”
“Not fair…you’re not fair
Joe. It’s the rum…I’m not that kind of
girl.”
Her timid eyes then darted away and her face reddened with
embarrassment.
“You’re
my kind of girl, Irene. A sexy girl who
loves to be fucked in her tight cunt,” and I felt her collapse against me as
her legs parted and my fingers began to
work their magic on her succulent pussy.
“And you like it in your ass and your mouth too, don’t you baby?”
“Nah…hanh…don’t….don’t
like it,” she protested breathlessly and stupidly as she submitted to my
uncaring assault on her shapely body, stripping off her blouse, then her skirt
and fumbling with her brassiere while I was leading her toward the bathroom.
“We’re
going to do everything tonight, aren’t we doll?
You’re going to show me that you’re the best piece of ass in the
country.”
“Nanh…don’t….don’t talk that way Joe,” she blubbered, tears
coursing down her cheeks. But she was
finishing undressing, peeling off her panties while I was stripping off my own
clothes.
I’d
noticed that the shower in her new apartment had a pulsating showerhead on a
flexible hose just like the one at home.
It hadn’t been there the first time I saw the apartment but I remembered
seeing a similar one in her old apartment.
Had Irene had added it for her sexual gratification.
“Is
this so you don’t need me?” We were in
the shower and I had the pulsating spray directed between her legs which she
was spreading compliantly and arching her hairy pelvis forward to get maximum
benefit from the hot jets.
“It’s…I
don’t use it…it was here when I moved in,” she lied and her unwillingness to
admit to a normal act was a further incitement to my unprincipled lechery.
“I’m preparing
my appetizer,” I said lewdly as I soaped her pussy and then added shampoo to
lather her lower regions. “And then you
have to wash your dessert,” and I placed her hand on my erect tool and a finger
on her mouth, making sure she understood what I meant.
We continued to shower with
our mouths meshed. Our tongues tangling.
I soaped her thoroughly paying special
attention again to her bush and her lush, firm ass, my soap-assisted finger
slipping past the sphincter that had so delightfully gripped me in March. Once again I used the shower nozzle on her
pussy while I finger-fucked her anal passage.
Carefully I brought her close to climax but managed to avoid bringing
her off although her knees were quaking with frustration when I rinsed the soap
off our bodies shut off the water and got a big towel.
“You’re awful,” Irene
murmured shyly as I laid her on the bed and slipped a pillow under her
ass.
"Do you want me to open my legs wide?" she whispered, her eyes
glistening. "So you can put your mouth on
me?"
“Mmmm,” I sounded in assent as I lowered my face to the
luxuriant mat of pubic hair. “You like
being eaten don’t you!”
“That’s
how you got me, you know. I might still
be a virgin if you hadn’t done it last January…Oohhhh God!” she cried out when
I blew on the damp curls.
Irene drew her legs up and
spread them apart, her feet flat on the bed and as she did so, the hair-wreathed
outer lips of her pussy opened invitingly and I could see the coral pinkness of
the inner folds glistening within. Climbing
to my knees in front of my secretary, I bent and slid my arms under each flexed
leg, keeping my face close to the inviting wedge before me. Tentatively at first, and then with increasing
passion, I began to kiss and lick the moist opening, savoring the salty tang of
my secretary’s secretions.
"Oh...oohhh Joe…I never
knew," she sighed as she brought her hands down to my head, running her
fingers through my hair and pulling me even deeper between her widespread thighs. “You’ve taught me so much…taken my innocence
and made me into a brazen slut.” I began
flicking my tongue up and down her slick crevice that, after the shower
session, was flooding with the fluids of desire. I twirled it around the tip of her clitoris
and enticed the turgid cylinder of flesh from its hiding place. I nuzzled it
gently, pulling with my lips and probing downward with swift movements of my
tongue.
“You’re not a brazen slut
darling…you’re a beautiful, sexy woman with a healthy sex drive.
And the sweetest, tightest
cunt in the world.” The oily essence of her arousal was flooding her
cunt and flowing down to the crack of her ass.
I slid my hand up under where my face was pressed to her hairy pussy and
began to tease the little puckered rosebud.
I had to push my face down firmly to keep her from squirming away
although I was sure that her increasingly frantic gyrations were the result of
excitement, not an escape attempt.
“Joe? Oh!” Irene cried out sharply when my probing
middle finger pushed through her anal sphincter to enter the dark heat of her
rectal passage. I thrust my tongue as far as I could reach into the
sharp-flavoured mouth of her vagina and then, when she tried to arch her pelvis
I locked my lips on her throbbing, bulging clitoris.
“Hannh!
Yannh!” she gasped and
I felt her pulpy cuntflesh swelling in spasma against
my face while her tight anal ring squeezed my finger in the rhythm of
orgasm. I sucked her clit and moved my
finger in and out of her asshole, prolonging her pleasure until I had to raise
my head and breathe.
“You’re so good Irene…I love
making you cum.”
“Are you? Like?
Are you going to do me there tonight?”
I mover higher, keeping my
finger in her ass and then I rubbed my greasy face against hers before
thrusting my tongue into her slack-lipped mouth.
“Joe…oohhh God…what are you
doing to me?”
“I’m fucking your mouth with
my tongue just like I fucked your cunt with it.
Can you taste yourself?”
“Oohhh God…but?
Down there?
What are you doing?”
“I have my finger in your
ass again darling…your lovely ass.
Your big, fuckable ass. You have such a lovely ass Irene…so
firm and round…and sometime I’m going to put my cock in there again. Is that all right or will you think I raped
you like you say I did before.””
“Joe…oohhh God…you’re awful,” she moaned but I felt her push down on my finger,
inviting deeper penetration. My middle finger was in her as far as I could
reach while my index finger was just inside the mouth of her vagina and my
thumb was rubbing her clit. “You know you can do anything you want to me. You have an evil control over me.” And then, as if the idea was aphrodisiacal,
barely a minute later, Irene climaxed.
She uttered a little mewling cry of pleasure and brought her thighs
tightly together on my wrist, humping on my ass-fucking finger. Afterward, she
lay back gasping.
"Oh Joe...that was so
good," she panted. "It’s so
awful…having your finger up my…my bottom…It makes me feel so wicked that I get
hotter and hotter until…oohhh God."
Then
she cried out softly
again when I slid down and once more stuck my tongue into the folds of her
pussy. I spread her lips with two fingers and licked down the length of her
slit. With both hands, I gripped the hemispheres of her ass, spread her open
with my thumbs, and pressed my lips against her pussy. Her pubic hair tickled
my nose, but I ignored the sensation and continued teasing her.
I felt her clit slowly engorging under my tongue, and I
worked the protective hood back and forth. Her taste was tangy and sweet, and a
little salty, and I thrust my tongue deeper into her opening. She moaned when I
began lapping at her slit and licking the folds of her inner labia.
I continued nuzzling and licking her for several minutes,
until my cheeks and chin were coated with her juices. Her breathing grew ragged
and she quivered all over. Once more I slipped a finger and then two fingers
past her loosened sphincter as I moved higher above her.
I was almost in pain as I moved over her, pressing my
juice-slicked face to hers as I kissed her.
My cock sought the hairy nest between her thighs and she stiffened and
pushed at me.
“Oh Joe….you’re so wonderful to do what you did. I can’t
say no now, can I? Not to anything. But go easy.
I’m still tender after Saturday night. Oh Joe…you’re so big…I don’t know
how I took it in me? And you did it for
so long.”
I thrilled to the compliments about my size and my
stamina. I’d never heard anything like
that from Val although there were times when I’d screwed her for as long as two
hours.
Withdrawing my fingers from her rectum I rolled onto my
back. “Get on me Irene. I want to look at your beautiful face and
lovely body while you fuck me.”
“I’m sorry Joe…I shouldn’t have said that Irene murmured as she dropped her face to her folded forearms and wriggled her shapely butt up at me.
Irene stiffened and her eyes widened more when my knob prodded her backdoor. Her sexy mouth twisted in apprehension but the fingering had eased the way, making it less difficult to get through her sphincter.
“Nah…annhhh,” she gasped when I held her hips and pushed until my glans suddenly popped into her lovely, tight ass.
“Oohhhmyyy….myyyy….ooohhhh” sounded from her and then her babble trailed off into a deep, throaty groan as I pushed more and more of my stiff dick into her tight ass. My knob tunneled into her, stretching the constricted walls of her rectum that gripped me as they resisted expansion.
Irene gasped when I reached the halfway point as if there was a sudden discomfort, but then I was beyond it and she began to push her bottom back at me, inviting deeper penetration. Finally my abdomen and pubic hair was mashed against her pliant ass.
"How is it?" I asked. “Did it hurt this time?”
“Oh God Joe…I feel wicked…depraved,” Irene whimpered as she looked back over her shoulder at me. Her eyes had the same look of subservience I’d seen when I held her head and ejaculated in her mouth.
“You’re the sexiest looking woman I’ve ever had,” I told her as I wriggled my hips between her firm assmelons. “You’re made to be fucked…to have a cock in your cunt…your sexy mouth or your hot, tight asshole.” I withdrew about half the length of my tool from her rectal passage and asked, “How does being fucked in the ass feel to you?”
"It feels so strange, Joe," she answered, her voice oddly soft and relaxed. "And it feels so -- just strange. But good. Be careful in there."
"Sure." I pushed back in slowly and she gasped. I stopped.
"Don't stop," she whispered. "Put it back in all the way."
I complied and she wriggled her broad hips, adding to the delightful sensations I was getting from the tightness of her anal tube. Irene shuddered and then groaned, loud and long, when I pushed all the way back into her.
"Yes! DO that!" My newly initiated secretary was definitely enjoying her second assfuck.
I moved a little faster this time as I reached under her belly to her pubic forest where I found her clitoris and began rubbing it.
"Harder," she pleaded. "Harder!"
I began fucking her ass more easily, working my cock back and forth, in and out of her back cavity and getting thrills of pleasure from her receptively squirming ass. And then she collapsed, pinning my hand under her pussy as I rode her pneumatic asspillows. She was unable now to move to meet my thrusts and was all but limp on the bed as I gripped her broad hips and pumped her ass. She was submitting herself to me, offering her ass to me to be plundered and I was plundering her in the most delicious way.
"I want you to touch yourself," I gasped.
"What? Why?"
"Do it!" I said sharply. "Put your fingers down there and play with yourself." I stopped pumping and reached under her, levering her up with my forearm. I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her hips, then released her.
She seemed barely able to move her arm, but she got her hand down there. Iren lay limply on the bed, her face and hair and breasts pressed into the disheveled bedcovers, her rounded hips hiked up on the pillow so her ass was upthrust.
I took complete advantage of it, ravaging her butt. I felt my cock was going right up into her stomach! It seemed to reach everywhere inside her, displacing all of her innards and taking them over ad I wondered what it felt like to her.
Then I felt Irene begin to shake. Her ass fluttered and rippled. The powerful muscles at the entrance of her rectum tightened frantically, as if trying to grip and hold my pumping length of hot, slippery cock moving in and out of her. I held her writhing body down with my hammering hips, driving my cock even deeper into her. I was held my torso off her back by resting on one bent forearm as I leaned forward to bring my face close to hers.
“I’m going to cum in your asshole Irene! I’m going to pump my sperm up into your bowels."