Once I came in my friend's office in the weekend: he answered not my phone calls, so I thought that maybe he`s at work.
He have some typical secretary, her name is Olya, I saw her couple a times before. I called her typical cause she is beautiful, has a long perfect legs, blonde hair, doll-like face, nice breasts and warm voice. I never cared much about my friend's secretaries, so I did not look at her closely. And today, as I came, I found that my friend`s is long out, and that Olya sit in the office all alone and play Lines.
There was no one else in the whole place, so I begin to talk with her.
I never thought that secretaries can be so smart, as she was, and admiring her beauty I wonder why she choose that work at all.
Olya spoke with a nice Russian accent, we talked for about half an hour. By the way, I am very handsome-looking Black man, and of course I like blondes very much, especially I liked this russian model-type girl. I enjoyed this talk, as I saw all the time her long shaped legs, and her nice tits, she look really sexy in her black short skirt and white blouse. I couldn`t stop thinking that she`s teasing me: I saw in her eyes “Come here and fuck me” once, but next moment it was :”Forget about it, I`m not for the likes of you at all”.
We talked, soon I knew that she is 20 years old, that she emigrated from Russia a year ago, and that she have no boyfriend now. It was a little too much for me, I begin to feel very horny about this blonde bitch. She continued teasing me, I thought that her work today probably was very boring. It was about a 2 p.m., summer day was at its top. We talked about the Black men and their “equipment”, as she told me innocently, she ask about this and I felt the pressing in my pants. Her lips was so sexy when she spoke this word. I was lost in the dirty thoughts, when she asked me:
“And how about your equipment, Mr. Tipps? Is it enough for your needs?”
“Call me Jack” – answered I, little – you want believe me – startled.
“Well, Jack, how about your equipment? Is it big?’
She teased me openly, but I couldn't bear this game any longer. I leaned to her half-open lips and kissed her passionately. She resisted at first, but she understood: if she'll say “No”, I would rape her. So she answered my kiss, her lips and tongue caressed my tongue. I embraced her, stroking her blonde hair, rubbing her tits through the white blouse. My cock desperately pressed the material of my pants, and Olya rubbed it. I quickly pushed her out, seeing happy smile on her pretty face.
“So you have something really huge there, don't you, Jack?” she asked merrily.
I raised from the chair and sat on the edge of the table. I was sweating of excitement.
“I have a task for you, miss Pavlova” – said I with my most business-like voice, but I faltered.
“Yes, Mister Tipps, how can I be of service?” – Olya raised, too, her eyes now telling clearly: ”Fuck me!!!”. I looked at this young russian secretary with wild lust.
“Where is mister Clay?” – I asked about my friend.
“He is out of the office now, Sir, but perhaps I can do something to comfort you while you waiting?” – she arched her back and smiled teasingly.
“Undress, girl, or I would tear your clothes to pieces!” – I ended our game, cause it was almost unbearable.
“With pleasure, Sir!”
So she undressed her white blouse, revealing a pair of perfect tits, and slowly removed her black skirt, showing small pretty panties. “Stop! I would remove this myself!” –said I, grinning at her. “Yes, Sir.”
She told such a simple words so teasingly, that I decided to shut her mouth with my “equipment”, so I told her:
