Daisy Price Secretary for Hire

Prologue- "Laid Off"

"Daisy Price has been a secretary for Easy Shipping for the last five years. She started straight out of college for us. She has been a valuable asset to us since she started here on day one." Mr. Goldstein said while sitting behind his desk, with his elbows resting on the desk, and hands together with interlaced fingers. He wore a gray flannel business suit, without the jacket, which was hung on a coat rack by the door. He was in his late thirties, with brown hair and mustache, which both were kept well trimmed. As he talked, a look of irritation could be seen on his face, glaring in his green eyes, and heard in his "a little louder than normal" voice.

"I understand that. It's all been taken under consideration, but we simply can't afford to keep her working here for us." Mr. Wilkinson, who sat on the edge of the desk, said. His shoulder length blond hair was tied in a ponytail in back of his neck. His clean shaven face and brown eyes, showed no real emotion at the news he was presenting. He was only in his late twenties, but had a higher position than Goldstein, all because he had went to college and got a special degree. This also irritated Goldstein, who didn't like the fact that this young punk was telling him what to do. Mr. Wilkinson wore a complete black business suit and tie, which Mr. Goldstein thought went well with his dark soul. "She along with a few others have been chosen because we can do away with their positions without losing productivity or profits, and after our profits go back up, we can even hire them back on again."

"This is preposterous! I need my own personal secretary, and she's the best one I've ever had!" Mr. Goldstein said, who now threw his hands about wildly.

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. That's what the bosses want, and that's what the bosses get. You'll now have to either do your own secretarial needs, or pool with several of the others to use the now more limited secretaries." Mr. Wilkinson said, as he began to leave.

Mr. Goldstein knew that was that. There was no point in arguing. The only thing left to do was to tell Daisy, but how? He knew the longer that he put it off, the longer it would eat at him, so he figured he would do it now, and not put it off any longer. He pressed the intercom button, and called for Daisy to come into his office.

"Yes, Mr. Goldstein. May I help you with something?" Daisy asked, as she entered the room. Daisy was a thirty-two-year-old single woman, with shoulder length curly red hair, and had a knock out body men would kill for. She had a 36-24-34 figure. She was wearing glasses, black nylon stockings, red high heels, a red mini-skirt, and a red and black flower designed shirt, which brought even more attention to her already sexy figure, and bringing attention especially to her tight, firm ass, and huge suckling breasts.

"Yes. Please come on in, and shut the door. We have to talk." Mr. Goldstein said, as he nervously tapped a pen on his desk repeatedly.

"You look tense." Daisy said, as she shut the door locking it behind her, and moved around behind his desk. On her way there, she removed her glasses, and laid them on the corner of the desk. "Here, let me ease your tensions away." She finished, as she moved her luscious body next to his; straddling his legs, as she pushed her breasts against his chest, and used her left hand to rub on his penis in his pants, which was already getting harder.

"Oh, yes. Please do." Mr. Goldstein murmured as they kissed passionately, with their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths.

As they kissed Daisy unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and began pumping his hard cock with her right hand.

"Um, it looks like someone missed me." Daisy purred, as she got off of his lap, and got on her knees on the carpeted floor, pulling Goldstein's pants all the way to the floor as well, as she went.

With both of her hands wrapped around his hard cock, she began licking it up and down with her tongue, going from the tip, down the shaft, and even licking on his balls, and then finally plunged it into her mouth, sucking on it, and going back and forth, burying it deep into her throat, and pulling it back out again.

As she did this Mr. Goldstein moaned, as quietly as possible, "Oh yes. That's it, baby. Keep doing it." Mr. Goldstein rubbed his hands on her ass, and breasts repeatedly, occasionally playfully slapping them, and watching them jiggle slightly, as he unbuttoned her shirt, unhooked her bra, and slid her panties and nylons down to her knees.

She continued to suck on his cock, as he slid his fingers along her asshole and cunt. He began sliding his middle finger, on his right hand, in and out of her cunt, and playing with her luscious breasts, squeezing and pinching them and their nipples with his left. This caused Daisy to moan while still sucking his cock, and the humming vibrations of it even felt better on his cock than just normal sucking.

"Oh, yes, baby. Keep that up. It feels so good. Keep on moaning, baby. That's the way I like it. Don't stop, baby. Daddy likes it like just like that." Mr. Goldstein moaned, as he continued using his hands to explore her sensuous body. This continued on for a few more minutes until neither one could stand anymore, and absolutely had to take each other.

By now, they both had finished removing all their clothes, which laid in piles on the floor scattered here and there. Daisy cleared stuff on the desk, including her glasses, out of her way, and bent over the top of the desk grabbing the other side.

It was now Mr. Goldstein's turn to get a taste of her nice juicy cunt in his mouth, as he went to his knees, and began to eat her out, darting his tongue in and out of her hot dripping wet cunt. He only did this for a couple of minutes though before he got up, and plunged his rock hard cock into her hot juicy cunt from behind; doing it to her doggy style, as she still laid bent over the desk. He pumped back and forth, as she moaned softly, and the noise of flesh pounding flesh echoed softly in the semi-quiet room.

Meanwhile, Mr. Wilkinson returned to Mr. Goldstein's office to see if he had finished getting rid of Daisy Price. As he walked towards Mr. Goldstein's office, he noticed that there was no sign of Daisy anywhere, and thought to himself that Mr. Goldstein must have already sent her off, but as he got closer to the door, he began to hear the noises coming from inside. He was about to just walk in, but decided against it, and instead sneaked a peak into the small window in the door. The sight he saw inside of Mr. Goldstein's office of Mr. Goldstein pumping Daisy Price from behind strangely fascinated and excited him. He had never been in this sort of situation before.

Snapping out of his daze, he looked up and down the hallway, and saw that there was no one around. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his already hardening cock, and began to pump it up and down with his right hand, as he watched Daisy's gorgeous body rock back and forth, her tits bouncing up and down, and hearing her moan through the door. He never imagined that Daisy had looked so gorgeous naked. "Oh, yes, you bitch. Give it to him."

Suddenly, the noise of a door opening up down the hall around the corner to another office startled Mr. Wilkinson, who decided it wouldn't be wise to get caught jacking off in the hallway, and that it wasn't the wisest thing in the world to let Daisy or Goldstein know he was watching them, and quickly buttoned his pants back up, and then zipped them up. Looking inside lustfully for a couple of seconds longer, he finally decided to head to the bathroom, and finish what he started.

By now Daisy was laying on her back across the desk, as Mr. Goldstein still pumped his rock hard cock in and out of her hot juicy cunt. His hands rubbed and squeezed her huge breasts, as his thumbs rubbed back and forth across her hard nipples. Daisy's arms and hands held onto his arms, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her back was arched slightly, as she moaned in pleasure.

Suddenly, not being able to hold back any longer, Mr. Goldstein let out a grunt, as his whole body tightened, and he shot out his wad loose deep inside her cunt. His body spasmed slightly, and then for a few seconds he stayed there, catching his breath as his, as his member slowly began to shrink and pull itself out of her. Daisy, also now tired, laid there unmoving as well. After a couple of minutes, they recovered, and got dressed again. As they dressed, Mr. Goldstein was trying to think of the best way to tell her that she didn't have a job anymore. As they finished dressing, Daisy came and sat in his lap, again kissing him passionately, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I don't know how to tell you this, accept to be blunt about it. The upper management has decided to make some cut backs, and , well, um..." Mr. Goldstein started to say, but Daisy cut him short.

"You don't have to tell me. I already know because I overheard you outside talking to Mr. Wilkinson. You were kind of yelling, just a little. Don't worry. I'll be all right. I'm fine with it in fact. I've been expecting this for a while now because of how bad business has been going here of late." She told him as she again gave him a light peck of a kiss on the cheek. "Consider this as my way of giving you a personal goodbye."

Running his fingers and hands through her hair, and across her cheeks, he began to say, "I really am sorry, but..."

"No, no. Don't say anymore." She cut him off. "Let's leave it at this, and part our ways. I'll always remember working for you. You've been one of the best bosses I've ever had."

"I'll miss you, and I can give you a really good recommendation to whoever you want me to." Mr. Goldstein replied back.

"I really appreciate that. I'm going to get my belongings together and go. I wish you the best of luck here. You take good care of yourself now, Paul." She said, as she got up off of his lap, and began to walk towards the door.

As she unlocked and opened the door, Mr. Goldstein replied, "You too, Daisy. You too. You were the best secretary I ever had. I'll miss you, and I'm sure there will be a generous benefit packet for your services."

Daisy waved goodbye to him silently, as she walked out and began to gather her things. It only took a couple of moments for her to do so, and then leave. As she was leaving, she passed by Mr. Wilkinson, who was just coming out of the Men's restroom, unknown to her, now finished jerking off, and cleaning himself up, without saying anything to him. He felt guilty now, and didn't even try to say anything to her, though he did sneak a lustful last look at her, and her gorgeous ass after she passed by. He continued down the hallway toward Mr. Goldstein's office.

When Mr. Wilkinson got there, he poked his head in and asked, "Well, how did Daisy Price take it?" In his mind, Mr. Wilkinson knew he meant that as a two way question, but he knew Mr. Goldstein wouldn't know he saw them, and the second way would fly over his head.

"She took it pretty well, I suppose." Mr. Goldstein replied. He was no longer irritated about losing his personal secretary, though he would genuinely miss her severely, but was slightly annoyed in general by Mr. Wilkinson being in his office again, though he didn't really show any signs of it. Secretly he vowed to eliminate this punk from the business, especially after making him lose contact with the best piece of ass he ever had, become the head boss here, and get Daisy Price back as his personal secretary again. Plans were already forming in his now scheming mind.

"That's good. Listen. We got a new project for you to get started on. Let me sit down, and I'll tell you all about it." Mr. Wilkinson said, as he stood in the doorway still waiting to be invited in.

Losing his current train of thoughts, but not totally, Mr. Goldstein, who knew he wasn't going to get rid of this pompous ass punk until he invited him to sit and tell him about it, simply said, "Sure. Come on in and tell me all about it."

"Thanks." Mr. Wilkinson said, as he walked in, and shut the door.

Secretly, Mr. Goldstein thought, "Yeah, tell me how your going to try and screw me over some more, but in the end I'll get you."

Meanwhile, outside, Daisy had set her stuff on the ground while she opened up her trunk. She took one more longing look at her old work place building, and then gathered her stuff back up, and left for home.