I'm 26, with a better job than I thought I would have by now. When I finished college I had no idea what to do so I got a job with a small manufacturer's rep firm, selling industrial products. After a couple years of doing fairly well, I decided I wanted to get into sales support and got a job with a small advertising agency that specialized in industrial accounts. I liked it, actually enjoyed it. But as I got a handle on everything, I decided I really wanted to work on the client side. Surprisingly, I was hired as Advertising and Sales Promotion Manager by a pretty good company. It's not huge, does about $120 million in sales but was one of the first in its field and has an excellent reputation.
Then came reality. I quickly learned that the budget was way too small to accomplish everything that could be done and needed to be done. The President of the company just didn't believe in advertising. He was told he had to have someone doing my job but it would be o.k. with him if he didn't. Apparently the guy who had my job earlier did nothing. He had been a stand-up comedian and had no idea of what to do in this job. So he didn't do much. He finally quit because he never got a raise. Oh well, it's all a challenge. I'll just have to start accomplishing things and prove to the president that my efforts are worthwhile and help the company.
My secretary, unfortunately, is part of the problem and seems unable to become part of the solution. I inherited her from the previous guy (who I've never met). Apparently what little got done, got done by her. Mostly just responding to requests (or demands). As an hourly worker, she seems to want to do as little as she can get away with. Everything I want to try is going to give her more to do and she doesn't like that. She's used to doing as little as she wants and doesn't like my making changes. She has another problem. She keeps making fairly crude passes at me. Wanting to go on a trip with me. She'd "make it well worth my while". Suggesting having a drink after work in a local hotel and renting a room. I don't know but maybe she was having a fling with my predecessor.
She's no great brain. But she seems capable of doing the job if I could somehow get her under control. Firing her, getting rid of her, would be really tough since she's been here for several years. I should add that she isn't bad looking. She's married, has two children, is probably close to 10 years older than me. Around 35. She was probably very cute in high school but over the years she's softened slightly and spread slightly. Still a decent body but no fashion model.
Finally, I decided to do something about it. I had no idea whether I was right or not but I had to try something. She's standing in my office, across the desk from me. I'm sitting at my desk. She starts telling me what a good time we could have.
"Roxanne," I say to her, "I've been trying to figure you out. Are you just a tease? You say these things to get my attention but want no follow through? I don't think so. I think you mean it. So what is it you want? Romance? Hey, you're older than me. You don't have the body you had a few years ago. You're married. I can't believe you really think we could have some romantic future. So I've decided that what you really want is just some stray fucking."
With that, I stand up and walk around the desk to the door and turn the little knob to lock it. My office isn't much but it's private. No one is ever going to see in the windows but the window washers. She turns some and watches me. I walk over to face her. "So we might as well just go ahead and do it.," I say. I kneel down on one knee in front of her and put my hands on the outside of each leg and start sliding them up under her skirt. "We should first get your panties off."
I think I scared her a little. Or maybe just surprised her. She didn't move. I moved my hands up to her waist, lifting her skirt as I went. I'm looking right at her panty-clad crotch. I take hold of the waist of her panties. "Hold your skirt up so I can see what I'm getting at," I said as I start pulling her panties down. I get them all the way down. "Step out of them," I say. She does. I put them to the side. We're right in front of my desk. "Sit on the desk," I tell her. She backs up a step and gets her butt on the desk. "Spread your legs." She does. I slide forward just a little. I'm looking right at her pussy. Dark hair above and to each side. A little pink showing in the middle of some wrinkled lips. I lean forward slightly and get my hands to her and spread her open a little. "I ought to get you warmed up a little before I fuck you," I say and get my tongue into the pink, damp, mucous-like vagina and start licking.
I don't think I've had the same sexual experiences as some guys. An awful lot of guys make a face about the whole idea of eating pussy. Not me. I love eating pussy. It's always been central to every sexual experience I've had. Back in high school I dated a girl named Diane for years. We took each other's virginity. I think I'll always have a soft spot for girls named Diane. She was the kind of girl you might not notice. Brown hair, pretty face but not unusually beautiful, a nice body that you wouldn't notice until you're naked with each other and then it's fantastic. Breasts that are a little more than a handful, small waist, lovely butt and legs. Easy to be with, good sense of humor, and once we got to it, even hornier than I was. We dated for months, getting hotter and hotter, doing a little more feeling around and then a little more still. She said she was afraid to have intercourse, didn't want to get pregnant. Finally, she decided we were legal, I guess, old enough now after her eighteenth birthday, and she sucked me off. I told her how much I liked it and wanted to do the same for her. So she let me. And I loved it. Loved doing it, the whole feel of her body. Loved her reactions. Loved the taste of her cum.
You know, a girl can almost casually suck a cock. A guy can't eat pussy unless the girl cooperates. I mean, a girl can actually suck off a guy while he's driving a car. Or while you're watching a movie in a theater. Getting your face down between a girls thighs isn't that easy. It is possible, for instance, to eat pussy in a movie theater. I've done it. But, boy, she better want it and cooperate like mad.
Anyway, Diane and I ate each other all the time. Almost literally. Several times a day at least. For a couple months I think pussy was my main entree. She learned how to do me and I learned how to do her. She'd do me and then I'd do her and by then I was hard again so she'd do me again and then I'd do her again and then I'd be hard again, etc. She finally went on the pill and after almost six months of steady oral sex, we moved on to the real thing. But oral always remained part of the routine.
We graduated from high school and both went off to college. Different colleges. We saw each other on long weekends and holidays and then the following summer. But as we were going back to college, she suggested that she needed more and we should find others to have sex with while we were apart. It took a little while but I found another girl at my school, Nancy. It was almost like starting with Diane. Nancy was another than you might not notice but had both a great personality and a great body. She was afraid of pregnancy and fucking so we did each other orally. A lot. Then, through Student Health, she went on the pill and we added fucking to our repertoire. But oral always stayed there. We lasted for over two years until graduation. We both knew it was only sex and wasn't serious so we parted at graduation. If I ever run into Diane again, we'll likely have sex. If I ever run into Nancy, I'm sure we'll have sex. Almost no matter what's happened in between.
So oral has always been a prime part of my sex life. Since college, I've had sex with four girls. Or four women is perhaps the proper term now. In each case, it started as a one night stand. We'd meet at a party and she'd come home with me and we'd have sex. She'd suck me, I'd eat her and we'd fuck. Two of them swallowed after sucking me, two didn't. In fact, the two that didn't really weren't that good at anything. The two that did led to several more dates. But in each case, we both knew that this wasn't serious, it was just sex. And since women at this age are starting to look for Mr. Right and getting serious, none of these continued on.
So, anyway, here I am eating my secretary, Roxanne. I know what I'm doing so she has an orgasm, sitting on my desk. I then drop my pants and boxers and shove my cock into her and fuck her. She wraps her legs around me and it's actually a very good fuck. She's really involved. I have to put my hand over her mouth and "Ssh" her, she starts getting a little loud.
Now comes the moment of truth. I'm doing this to get control over her, not her over me. I put my cock back in my pants, hand her her panties and say, "Start cooperating with me and let us together start doing things that will benefit this company and you can have more of that." I walk over, unlock the door and get back behind my desk. She steps back into her panties and pulls them up, looking at me the whole time. Her face is flushed. "My God, Frank," she says, "that was terrific. I'll take more of that anytime."
Well, from then on, that part of my job was under control. She was a whiz as a secretary when she wanted to be. We slowly started accomplishing things and I made sure the President was aware of them.
Then things happened that I hadn't counted on. It never entered my mind that the place was full of frustrated women and they all talked to one another. Apparently, to at least a few of her better friends in the company, Roxanne told what was going on between us. My eating her was a big deal, I guess. Maybe she didn't brag about her sucking me off, I don't know. But she sure did and seemed to love doing it.
Anyway, there's this woman, Angie, who works in the engineering department. About the same age as Roxanne, divorced. A thin woman. Dark hair, nice face. Actually a good body, sort of athletic and lithe. I'd noticed her before. She's a little bow-legged. I'd watched her and another attractive woman, Lisa, going out to lunch together. Lisa is slightly pudgy and a little knock-kneed. Watching them from the back as slim Angie, bow legged, moving next to Lisa, both asses moving with each step, one set of legs like parenthesis and the other like an X, made me think they might fit well as lesbians. The X's and O's could be used to play tic-tac-toe. Well, Angie's no lesbian because soon she's after me in even more crude ways than Roxanne had been. She wants me to eat her. She'll suck me, fuck me, whatever, if I'll just eat her. So I do and Angie is terrific. She really loves sex, gets involved. Roxanne is happy to grab something quick occasionally but generally just accepts it. I think she likes the intrigue as much as the sex. Angie wants it all. Both of us naked. At her place in the evening. Climbing all over me. Pushing back like mad when we fuck, taking charge and riding me, sitting on my face, sixty-nining. All at once if possible, one thing after the other, trying to experience it all. And smiling all the time, happy as heck with a nice erect cock at her disposal. She looks athletic and is. She looks skinny and isn't, has more meat on her than appearances would indicate. A really lovely ass. Her legs aren't all that shapely and her breasts are not huge but she sure loves sex.
So, I have a good job that I'm turning into something bigger and more important than my employer had ever seen before. I'm getting casual sex at work about once a week and truly hot sex at Angie's a couple times a week. This keeps up for months.
Then one day after work I'm going to my car in the parking lot and a very luscious looking woman interrupts me and asks if I'm Roxanne's boss. This woman, or girl, is in college, twenty years old. Very attractive. A little tall, perhaps 5'9", with what looks like a great figure. Blond hair that's probably a little blonder than it truly is but looks good and a very cute face. Veronica is her name. She lives with her mother and father next door to Roxanne. She apparently overheard Roxanne telling her mother about the wild sex she was having with me. That stupid Roxanne. How can she go around bragging about cheating on her husband? To her neighbor!
Anyway, Veronica stammers around a little but it turns out she's had intercourse with two guys so far and it hasn't been that good with either of them. She ends up going home and giving herself an orgasm by masturbating because they're always done just as she starts to get interested. So she'd like to experience what Roxanne claims to have experienced and that's why she's stalking me in the parking lot.
