My name is Randee, Randee Leigh, don't worry, Leigh is my middle name.
This story is about the time I met who is now my current husband. He started out as my boyfriend, and now we have 6 kids together, about to be 7.
In later stories, under different names, you'll read about our wedding, our honeymoon, and even Christmases we spend together in our cottage on Lake Michigan.
To describe myself, I'm short 5'3, with long blonde hair, the bluest eyes you'll ever see. I'm fit and trim, with nice shapely legs, and a nice ass, and c cup breasts, which are real.
Today is my first day on the job, so, I'm wearing a short sleeve white sweater, a black zip up skirt, no slit in the back and comes a full inch below my knee, black stockings, and black stiletto heels with a 2 ¾ heel. Under my clothes, I'm wearing a black lace front hooking bra, black satin and lace thong panties and a black garter belt to hold these stockings up.
I arrive for my first day, and all I know is the man I'm looking for is named Steve.
"Hi! I'm Randee , I'm looking for Steve." I say to this young woman who looks like she'd rather be anywhere else.
"Steve? I think you mean Mr. Steve. Have a seat, he'll be right out."
I have a seat outside his office, and a few minutes later a man appears, this man is more handsome than I thought, he's almost 5'10, he's bald headed, he wear round wire rimmed glasses and he has on a black three piece suit.
"Randee? I'm Steve. Please step into my office." He says, ushering me into a large room that I can only assume is his office.
He motions for me to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk.
"So, Randee, my assistant is the one who hired you, but, I wanted to go over a few things before you started, and let's be clear, you'll start tomorrow. Is all of this ok so far, Randee?" He says, his eyes locking with mine.
I nod my head yes, and he continues.
"If you're going to work for me, I'm going to need your home and cell phone numbers, Randee."
"Why do you need those numbers?" I ask, a little stunned.
"I have...needs, Randee, and I need to be able to call you when I need those fulfilled. I'm sure your husband won't mind." He says, with an evil smile.
My eyes almost bulge out of my skull.
"I...I never said I had a husband." My jaw almost hitting the floor.
"I know a lot about you, I know about your drug use, I know about how you stripped in college to pay your tuition, I know about the cock you sucked and pussy you ate to get better grades, even going back to high school. As a matter of fact, I bet if I looked in your purse, I'd fine cocaine in there right now, wouldn't I, Randee?"
I looked at him in utter shock.
"Wh-what do you want from me?" I ask, a tear rolling down my cheek.
"What I want? First, take your cell phone out, call your husband, tell him you met someone else and want him out of the house. Next, I want your home and cell phone numbers."
"And what if I refuse?"
"If you refuse? I call every employer you've either applied to, or will apply to and I'll give them all the information I have on you, and by the time I'm done with you, you won't even be able to get your old stripping job back. Do the smart thing, Randee." He says, his eyes squarely on my c-cup breasts.
With tears in my eyes, I fumble for my cell phone, I find it and dial my husbands number, thankfully it goes right to voicemail.
"Hi...John...listen, I can't lie to you anymore, I met someone else, he got me a new job, grab your shit and move out, I want a divorce as well..." I say hanging up the phone.
"Good girl, Randee. I changed my mind, you can start today, I need you to do something for me." I says, standing up and unzipping his pants, letting what looked like a 12-inch cock pop free.
"You...you can't be serious? I'm not sucking you off, not here." I ask, my mascara running down my cheeks.
"Either you do this, or everyone will know your secrets. Do you want that? What would your parents think? Knowing that their daughter snorts cocaine, and used to strip for money in a bar."
Reluctantly I drop to my knees and crawl toward him, ruining my stockings.
I firmly grip his hard cock and begin stroking him, slowly at first, then I let my tongue glide over the head of his cock.
"Do you like that, Mr. Steve?" I ask, batting my blue eyes at him.
I take just the head of his cock into my mouth and slowly bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue around it as I do.
"Oh wow! That feels really good!" He says, running his fingers through my long, blonde hair.
I reach down and gently cup his balls, softly squeezing them as I do, trying to milk his cock.
Finally, I take his right hand and place it on the back of my head, and I take his cock all the way to the back of my throat, I gag at first, but quickly adjust to the size, and I place my left hand at the base, and stroke and suck him at the same time, bobbing my head slowly.
"You really know what you're doing, don't you?" He asks, as he tightens his grip on the back of my head. Slowly he begins fucking my pretty mouth, my eyes are actually welling up with tears, ruining my perfectly applied makeup.
"Put a finger in my ass, Randee, show me what a good girl you are and put a finger in my ass." He orders.
He lowers his pants some more and I grab his ass cheeks, spreading them open, I find his brown, puckered hole and push my middle finger in his ass, I first of all find his prostate and begin rubbing the tip of my finger over it.
"What are you doing? That feels really good, whatever you're doing." He moans out.
I start softly pressing against his prostate, and I feel precum start to ooze from his cock.
"You're going to make me cum, you dirty girl...make me cum...UNHHH!" He grunts out as I firmly press against his prostate, making his cock erupt. I make sure to swallow every drop of his delicious load.
After a minute, he finally loosens his grip on the back of my head, I struggle to catch my breath after having such a huge cock in my mouth.
"That was hot! Is that what you wanted, baby, a little submissive employee?" I say, standing up and wrapping my arms around him.
"Yeah, that was great, it's a good thing none of the girls here know we're dating, otherwise this wouldn't have worked." He says, leaning down to kiss me.
He gently cups my breasts, and he puts his hands under my sweater.
"Take off your sweater, Randee." He says, looking deep in my eyes.
"Of course, Mr. Steve!" I say, lifting my sweater over my head and tossing it on the floor, exposing my black satin and lace front hooking bra.
He slides the straps off of my shoulders, and my breasts pop free, my nice 36c natural breasts, with fully erect nipples.
He begins me pinching my nipples and kissing me.
I love it when we role play like this, helps keep our relationship going, even though we've been dating less than a year.
As he kisses me, I unhook my bra and toss it on the floor next to my sweater.
Gently he now begins sucking on my erect nipples, his mouth feels so good on my skin.
"I love you!" He whispers in my ear, and I know he means it.
He cradles me in his arms, and carries me to the sofa in his office, kissing me the entire way. Gently he lays me down on the sofa, still kissing me, again reaching down and gently cupping my breasts.
"Why are you being so gentle?" I ask, more surprised than anything.
"I'm gentle because I want you to be my wife and I love you!" He says, leaning down to kiss me again.
"Are you proposing, Steve?" I ask.
"Not yet, but soon, I promise! Now stand up and unzip your skirt!" He says.
I stand up and do as I'm told, now all I'm wearing is my black satin and lace panties, stockings and garter belt.
I sit back on the couch, and open my legs as he begins to rub his hand over the damp spot in my panties.
