Other Duties as Assigned

Other Duties as Assigned

I remember like it was yesterday. I was nude, lying amidst the mess, in the middle of my boss's office. He was kneeling over me. He moved between my legs. I saw his penis, erect and ready. He was about to take my virginity. He kissed me as he moved his hips between my thighs. put my feet on the floor and spread my knees, opening my pussy for him. I felt the tip of his penis against my crotch. He was directing it with his hand, rubbing against my very sensitive and very aroused pussy. The tip rubbed over my clitoris, sending a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted him; I was ready for him to take me. His penis pressed against my opening; I could feel it spread me apart. Then he pushed forward and he slid into me. I wrapped my arms around him, realizing the importance of what was happening and wanting to feel the intimacy; trusting him; longing for his love. He was farther inside me. I had never felt anything like this. His fingers had been inside me, but his penis fit tightly into my vagina, filling me.

It was wonderful. I realized he was fully in me and he began to pump his hips, giving us both pleasure. Feeling his penis sliding along the tight, slippery walls of my vagina was marvelous. Sensations pulsed through my body. I had never experienced anything as wonderful as this. Greg had taken my virginity. I had wanted him to. I was giving myself to him. He kissed me again and put his face on my breast, sucking on my hard nipple, then moved to the other one. The sensations were beyond anything I had felt before. He had previously brought me to climax with his fingers, but having his cock inside me was the ultimate high. I held him tightly, kissing him with my open mouth. He was taking me, fucking me, making me his.

We had been placing wall-paper in his office on a Saturday. I had volunteered to help, fully aware that it would just be the two of us. I was Greg's secretary/assistant and I was performing the part of my job description that included 'other duties as assigned'. I was fucking him.

We had discussed my job description a few times and had joked about the phrase saying the job included 'other duties as assigned' and what it included.

I had started working for Greg as my first full-time job. I'd done two years at the community college, but it wasn't for me, at least not at that point in my life. I wanted to get on with my career and applied for the secretary/office assistant job at a new business. I was hired by the guy starting the business, Greg.

There were four of us in the little storefront business. He was offering financial services and accounting. He had an IT guy, another accountant (his sister) and me. The little office was in rented space and needed some sprucing up, which ultimately led to the wallpapering job.

I found myself really enjoying the work. Greg and his sister Melanie were teaching me things about taxes and investments and I liked dealing with the clients. I was the face of the office, so I dressed nicely every day, a dress or a nice blouse and skirt. I wore pants sometime. I couldn't help but like the way Greg and the clients looked at me when I wore something tight or short or showed some cleavage. I spent a lot of money on clothes and really enjoyed dressing nicely.

Greg obviously liked watching my ass wiggle when I walked away from him. Melanie noticed, of course and teased me about being a distraction. She looked after her brother and had her eye out for a potential mate for him. She was a few years older, married, with a couple of kids. She was as smart as he was, but didn't want to devote herself to the job as much as he did. Her family came first.

After our first successful tax season, we all had become very comfortable with each other. The IT guy, Aaron, was a bit of a geek. He was gay, and Melanie would tease him about sex, questioning how he could like looking at my ass and also be gay.

Melanie convinced me to take my bra off for the post-tax party when we had finished our last client's taxes. I had a few glasses of champagne and was a bit high, so I did it. My C-cup titties filled out the blouse quite well and my nipples were quite visible. I was embarrassed, but soon forgot about it and was shaking my boobs to some lively music. I even undid a few buttons to expose the top of my boobs. I rued what I had done the next morning through a headache and wondered if there would be any repercussions the next Monday morning. There weren't. Melanie commented that what I had done fit under the definition of 'other duties as assigned'.

It was after that evening, that I really noticed Greg's attention. He had been very nice and was an ideal boss. I hadn't contemplated anything in the way of a relationship. I'd been taught that office romances were a bad idea. I'd been very proper in the way I acted, but I couldn't help but notice Greg's eyes on me. There was a copy machine that could be seen from Greg's office and I knew he would watch my ass wiggle while I made copies. When I would bend down (at the knees) to adjust the machine, I could tell he was watching me.

I didn't think I was dressing to impress Greg, but subconsciously, I was. I told myself I was looking good for the clients, but the fact that Greg was watching me stoked my self-confidence.

I had been a late bloomer in high school, moving to the area my senior year. I was a bit heavy and had zits. Two years later, after the community college and a new physical regimen, I had matured into a rather shapely and pretty young woman, if I said so myself. My friends complimented me and told me how good I was looking, which motivated me to continue.

I'd had a few dates, but I was incredibly shy. I wasn't interested in boys who were also very nervous and wanted to cop a feel or two. I was a virgin, as I said. I'd never seen a penis, let alone touched one. Some of my friends had, of course. One friend, Bonnie, would tell me about sucking guys' dicks and such. It seemed gross and I wasn't interested. She left out the part about how good she felt when her boyfriends were making out with her. When she lost her cherry, her description was interesting, but didn't fully describe what I experienced that day when we did the wallpaper.

There was a little shower in the office bathroom. Greg would sometimes run in the afternoon and then take a shower. Somehow, the thought of him being in there naked began to pop into my head. I felt a strange feeling in my loins, like I had felt when watching a hot romantic movie.

He invited me to rum with him one day. I declined, but the next time he asked, I accepted. Left unsaid was the need to shower afterward. The thought of the two of us showering together entered my mind. One night, in bed, I imagined being naked in the shower with him. I realized that I was infatuated with him.

I became a bit nervous and tongue-tied around Greg after our runs. Melanie certainly noticed. She suggested we shower together to save on the water bill. Greg seemed to be as embarrassed as I was.

Then, one day, Melanie called me into her office for a performance review. We went through some things. She was quite pleased with my work.

She mentioned, "There is a sentence in you job description that says 'other duties as assigned'. What do you think that includes?"

"I don't know. I guess, whatever comes up that I need to do. If there's something more you want me to do, just ask."

She said, "One of the things I've learned in my career is that you always want to please the boss."

"I hope I am. I really like working for Greg. He's a nice boss."

She said, "He really likes you, in case you haven't noticed."

"I guess I have."

She said, "You need to use your feminine assets to get ahead in the world."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it. Men like to look at sexy women."

That ended the conversation. I thought about what she'd said for a few days. It seemed she was encouraging me to be more enticing in the office, to tantalize her brother more. I wondered if it was appropriate, but if she was okay with it, why not.

I started dressing even more provocatively and I wore more revealing outfits when we did our running a few times a week. Sweatsuits were replaced with shorts and halter tops when we ran and a few times, I took off my top with my back turned to Greg before I closed the door to the restroom. I knew he was watching and it turned-me-on. Getting naked in the office restroom when I took a shower was really erotic. Realizing that Greg was naked in the same shower either right before or after me gave me feelings that I had never quite experienced before. I couldn't help but imagine us showering together. My hands migrated to my crotch more than a few times as I rubbed the soap over me. The same bar of soap had been touching Greg's body too.

I wore skirts with slits that revealed my legs when I walked or sat with my legs crossed. I wore scooped blouses with loose bras so he could see my breasts jiggle when I leaned over.

I went into his office one day and when showing him a report I had prepared for him, I stood beside him at his desk. I'd never done that before. My ass was right there within reach if he had the balls to touch it. He was very concerned about office etiquette and wouldn't take the bait for a while.

We were discussing something in his office one day. I was sitting across from him in a chair with my legs crossed. I knew he had a nice upskirt view of my legs.

Somehow the conversation moved to where I said, "I know my job description includes 'other duties as assigned'.

He nodded. I don't think he understood.

I said, "I like working for you and am willing to do whatever other duties you may want me to."

It was a bit awkward, and we changed the subject.

Greg had been dating, but I didn't know anything about who he was seeing. His sister would comment, usually in a negative way about the women Greg was seeing. She called them losers and such and nothing seemed to last. She teased him that he was gay and asked if he liked Aaron (the IT) guy or me more. He was embarrassed and blushed. I had overheard them when she asked who he would rather see naked, Aaron or me. I didn't hear his answer, but hoped he said it was me.

It was summer, the slow season when Melanie and Greg decided we needed to repaint the offices. The four of us came in one Saturday and did most of it. The next Saturday, it was just three of us and Melanie left early.

Greg and I were finishing and cleaning up. I had gotten some paint in my hair and on my face. I had scratched myself with paint on my hands. We decided to take a shower before heading home.

He showered first and was just wearing a towel around his waist. He'd never been so casual during the week with the other two people in the office and clients stopping in, but he stepped out of the bathroom and motioned me in wearing just that towel. Seeing him naked above the waist was a treat. After having been with him all day, I knew I was infatuated if not in love with him, but I was too shy to say anything.

So, I took my shower and came out. I decided to be provocative and wrapped a towel around me when I came out of the bathroom. My clothes were a mess, splotched with paint except for a light jacket I had worn.

I was walking through the office, wearing just the towel, when Greg told me I had missed some paint on my face and in my hair. He was still wearing just the towel around his waist. We went back into the bathroom where he cleaned off the few paint spots (if there actually were any). We were in the tight space bathroom, both of us just wearing towels.

Somehow (?) my towel came loose and fell away from my chest. I grabbed for it, but it fell to the floor. Greg had his first view of m naked breasts and my pussy.

"Oops." He said, ogling my body.

I pulled his towel away and he stood naked before me.

"Oops yourself." I said.

His cock was partially erect, dangling there, tempting me.

Then, he leaned into me and kissed me. Our naked bodies touched. My breasts pressed into his chest. I felt his penis against my stomach. I was too aroused to be embarrassed. We were kissing passionately. His leg moved between mine, sending a thrill up my spine. We opened our mouths and pressed together, tasting each other. His leg moved up, his thigh was against my crotch. We continued to kiss for a few moments, enjoying each other. Having his naked frame against me was very different and very nice. I knew I was getting aroused.

I instinctively reached for his penis. I had never held one in my hand before, certainly not an erect one. I marveled at the texture, the spongy, soft skin covering the stiff shaft as I fondled it with my hand.

I went to my knees. I remembered my friend telling me how she had sucked her boyfriend's cock. I was going to do the same.

Greg said, "You don't have to do that."

I said, "I want to. Other duties as assigned."

I took the head of his penis in my mouth. I touched his scrotum with my fingers, exploring his manhood. I tasted fluid from the tip of his prick, pre-cum. I liked the taste. I wrapped my lips around his dick and began to move my head back and forth. I thought, this isn't so difficult, it must be instinctive for a woman to suck a man's cock. I licked the entire thing, looking at it with wonder, the first male organ I had come in close contact with.

Greg gently rubbed his hand through my wet hair. I continued to fellate him, pleased with his reaction. He was moaning and humping his hips, obviously in ecstasy. For the first time, I experienced the power women have over men. He was under my control. I had his cock in my mouth and was giving him pleasure. I felt the tingle in my own loins. I touched myself, feeling the heat and wetness in my pussy.

Then, he pulled his penis from my mouth and vigorously stroked it. White fluid spurted from the tiny hole at the tip. The glob of semen landed on my naked breasts. It was followed by another, then another spurt. I had the urge to taste his man-juice. I put my mouth over the tip of his dick and tasted the salty fluid. It was warm and did not taste good, but the thrill of holding his manhood in my mouth while he finished was exhilarating. He drained himself into my mouth. I felt wonderful. I had made him come, pleased him, satisfied him. He groaned and brushed my hair, traced his fingers over my chin and cheeks. He was panting from exertion.

I sat back on my feet. I looked at his penis, dangling before me. It was no longer erect. It was deflating. I gently kissed the tip.

"You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to. What's a good assistant supposed to do?"

He laughed. "I don't recall having that in mind when I copied that position description from a webpage.

He kissed me. I could tell he wanted to do something for me, but I was afraid to do anything more. I said I needed to be going and he didn't press me.

He loaned me his shirt, so I went home wearing his shirt and my panties under my jacket. I hurried into the house before my mother saw me and asked questions.

The next week at work was a bit uncomfortable. I was acting formally toward my boss and he was restraining himself. His sister seemed to know that something had happened and gave me knowing smile. She commented on how nice the painted offices looked.

On Friday, I decided to be bold and went into Greg's office and stood beside his desk. I was wearing a short skirt and this time, he moved his hand onto my butt. When I didn't object, he slid his hand up under my skirt and discovered that I was wearing just a little pair of bikini panties that I'd bought it a few years earlier, but had never worn. Greg's fingers probed and found their way under my tiny garment, stroking the soft skin on my ass. His fingers moved to the warm flesh between my legs. I was wet and slippery and his fingers easily maneuvered through the folds to find the little button that sent chills through my body. He was rubbing my little slit and then his fingers slid into my vagina. He was the first man to finger me.

We had stopped talking about the report I had been showing him. He was diddling me and I was getting more and more excited. He pulled my panties down my legs and I stepped out of them. With unimpeded access to my delicate spots, he took me on a journey toward an orgasm. I spread my legs to let him have his way with my pussy. I felt the sensation moving throughout my body and I began to shake. I was coming, my first orgasm. The juices were pouring out of me. I was leaned forward with him working me from behind. His fingers were inside me and his thumb was on my anus. I bit my hand to keep from screaming in ecstasy where the whole office could hear.

He licked his fingers when I had finished coming. We smiled at each other and he said, "Other duties as assigned."

He asked me to help him wallpaper his office the next day and I agreed, fully aware of what was going to happen.

That night I fell asleep wondering what it would be like to have that penis inside me, to have that milky fluid pour into me rather than in my mouth and on my breasts.

I was surprised that we actually finished the wallpapering, considering what I anticipated was going to happen.

We took a break after finishing one wall. We drank a soda and then he leaned over and kissed me. I responded to his wonderful, manly lips. I passively allowed him to remove my shirt and bra. My tits jiggled with every movement as we resumed work with me topless.

A while later, when I was on the little ladder, he pulled my shorts off. I finished the job wearing just my underpants. I was giggling and had trouble concentrating on the wallpapering.

When he took a turn on the ladder, I took advantage and freed his penis, pulling his pants below his knees. I sucked him again but he stopped me before he came. I knew he was saving it for my pussy.

When the last bit of paper was done and I was bending over finishing the part by the floor, Greg pulled my panties down, baring my pussy. I was in a vulnerable position; he could see my pussy lips between my legs. His fingers probed into my pussy. I remained still for a few moments, enjoying his fingers in my vagina. Then, I turned to kiss him.

I moved to the middle of the room and laid on my back on the carpet with my knees spread, inviting Greg to take my virginity. I wanted him so badly.

As I described at the beginning, the feeling of his penis entering me was exquisite. The sensation of him expanding my vagina with his dick is imprinted in my memory, I'll never forget it. Then, he began to move back and forth. I began to come right away. He kissed me. His weight was on top of me. I loved his scent, his taste, the way he spread my thighs around his hips. He nuzzled my breasts and kissed all over my face. He made love to me. It was wonderful. When I felt his semen gushing into me for the first time, my body trembled, shaking with an orgasm. He emptied himself into me. The warm cum seeped into my deepest recesses.

I wasn't on the pill and he had done me bareback. We hadn't bothered to think about the consequences. I was to learn that 'other duties as assigned' included having his baby. It didn't happen that day, but he got me pregnant a few months later.

I moved in with Greg. My mother was scandalized until my dad reminded her of what she had done when they were first dating. It seems, Daddy had gotten Mom pregnant with my older brother.

Once Greg and I started screwing, there was no stopping us.

A funny thing happened one day. I was under the desk, giving the boss a blow job, when his sister walked in. She knew where I was and what I was doing. She could see my feet under the desk. Rather than leave us alone, she asked questions and tried to engage Greg in a conversation. It was funny. I was sucking his dick and he would gasp every now and then when I licked a good spot. I pulled his pants down and off and took off his shoes too so he was naked below the waist. Melanie was still talking when he finally came in my mouth. She certainly could tell from the look on her brother's face when he spurted into my mouth.