My name is Stephanie. Let me describe myself. I am thirty year old attractive blond standing 5 foot 6 inches tall and weighing about 130 pounds. I have firm and perky size 34b breasts and a fit figure which I work daily at keeping. I am the executive assistant to the Senior Vice President - Sales and Marketing of a large international company. It is a responsible position within the company and I am an important part of my boss being as effective and efficient as he is. I am also a company slut and proud of it.
My promotion (I view it that way) happened about two years ago. Since then I am a center of male attention - sometimes dressed or most often not - and I love being a toy for as many men as I can - often more than one at a time. As initially shocking to me as it was, I have come to realize I want it this way. I have learned I need all kinds and varieties of sex. I wasn't always like this. Quite the opposite. Let me share my journey to stardom.
I was raised in a small Midwest farming town with a total population of 1,500. My father was the local preacher and my mom a religious school teacher. Needless to say my sexual upbringing was strict and hygienic. Sex was dirty and for procreation only. I was taught that good girls only have sex when they are married and only when the husband wants it. I am sure some of you know what I mean.
I was enrolled by my parents in a Christian all girls college where I got more of the same indoctrination. Looking back I was brainwashed into believing women are vessels for their husbands and should never seek the wonderful experience of a massive and long lasting orgasm that shakes their world. I did get another type of sex education from several of the girls but never vaginal penetration! That would have made me, according to my mom and dad, soiled merchandise and I would never be able to attract a decent Christian husband.
In retrospect - I was totally and unequivocally sexually repressed and damaged as a result.
Well, finding that guy wasn't hard because my folks already had him picked out. I thought it was funny that Peter, who said he loved me and wanted me for his wife, never made an attempt at petting yet alone sex for the eleven months we were engaged. I found out why on my honeymoon. He had a very small penis - maybe three inches long and one around - and that was when he was hard. Needless to say that first night was a major effort just trying to take my virginity and a huge disappointment for me. Between you and me, he never did manage to break my hymen. I did it myself with the dildo I got as an engagement present from my closest friend. Honestly, sex with him was a little bit more enjoyable after that because I knew what it was supposed to feel like. Fantasies became my route to any satisfaction with the help of my trusty dildo. I have never had a real orgasm with Peter, ever. I have faked it for him for almost ten years now.
Peter had a pretty responsible job that paid well so in the beginning I was the good little woman at home. You know, sex on Saturday night for the ten minutes during a commercial. I am not sure who was more self-conscious - Peter because of his small penis or me for him. While we lived in Kansas City it was fine. My family and friends were around as support, but when Peter's company transferred him to Phoenix that all changed.
Because of his promotion, and the healthy raise that came with it, we could afford to purchase a home in a nice, up-scale gated community in Mesa. I spent the next several months decorating it. About that time Peter suggested we should try to start a family and I was good with that. It would give me something to do during my days at home. That decision turned into a life changing disaster.
Notwithstanding the difficulty because of Peter's size, I got pregnant. I carried my first pregnancy for five months and miscarried. I was understandably devastated and depressed. It took me seven months to recuperate physically and mentally. A year later my doctor said he could see no reason why we couldn't try again - so we did. I am not saying it was all that pleasurable for me with Peter, but I had a goal in mind. I needed ratification of my scripted role as a woman and that role centered on children. I already had the husband part. The second pregnancy lasted only three months and I miscarried again. Clearly there was something very wrong which, after several months of doctors prodding and looking at me and in me, was never identified. The only thing they knew for sure was that I needed to permanently end the possibility of getting pregnant again as my life would be in danger if I did. After the second miscarriage I was hospitalized for three weeks, one of which was in intensive care. Surgery was the only option and I agreed hoping Peter would consider adoption. He was emphatic - he wasn't going to raise someone else's mistake so it was not going to happen. I was devastated.
So here I was, twenty six and sterile. I was angry with Peter because of his attitude and not a very happy person generally. Every role I had been scripted for had been taken away. My best friend came out to visit while I was convalescing. We talked for hours about what I needed to do to sort out my life - for me. How could I be anything for Peter if I wasn't anything for me? The conclusion, funny enough, was to find a job outside the home that gave me some personal value. I discussed it with Peter, and I used his adoption attitude like a club. After several days of arguments he finally relented. So during my four months of recuperation I took every available online course I could about office administration, bookkeeping, and computer software operation. I may not have experience but, I concluded if I had technical skills, I might get by until I learned the ropes.
A year later Mark and Alice moved in next door and I went over to greet them to the block. I offered to have a "meet the neighbors" party over the weekend. They were very grateful for the offer and accepted. It turned out to be very fortuitous for me as well. Dennis Land, Alice's brother, was visiting and we got to chatting during the party. He was extremely good looking and very warm and charming. I must confess I was a little attracted to him.
He told me he was a senior executive at a company nearby and had just asked his HR department to find him a new executive assistant. I figured why not ask him for a position. I admitted to him I had little experience but I was educated, smart, had the skills, and was very anxious to learn. He agreed to schedule an interview that Monday morning.
I drove the ten miles to Glendale and found their office building in the Santa Fe Business Park. It looked more like a college campus than an office and in front of the multi-story building was a sign announcing I was at their world headquarters. During the drive I was both excited and nervous. It was my first job interview and I had spent most of Sunday reading about what to wear and what to ask and researching his company. It did not prepare me for what happened.
There were three people from the company in the interview: Dennis, the HR director Arlene, and another executive assistant in the company named Gabria. What transpired was a two hour interrogation of me with questions ranging from kindergarten to kids to politics to sexual tolerances. Needless to say I was drained by the time it was over but I did manage to ask why such an in-depth review and how they justified some of the inappropriate questions. I learned they were a government high security contractor and I could be privy to many things that were considered top-secret. I would be subjected to a preliminary security background check by the FBI. And to my surprise they offered me the position right then subject to, of course, the background check. Dennis offered to take me to lunch while we waited for the results.
During lunch we talked about the job: what I would be doing, what my primary responsibilities would be, who I would be interacting with, work hours, travel requirements, sales conferences, etc. He wanted to know if any of that was an issue because of my husband. I said no because Peter traveled a lot and there were no children. Then his cell phone rang. He said ok and thank you. He looked at me, extended his hand, and formally welcomed me to the company, explained my pay and benefits (which were much more than I anticipated) and what I needed to do on my first day. I could start whenever I wanted as long as it was before next Tuesday. I accepted before he had a chance to change his mind.
