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!”
