Old Mrs. Cartwright was retiring. She'd been my secretary for the past 5 years and my dad's for many years before that. We had a short Friday afternoon retirement party for her and Monday morning I started interviews for her replacement.
My name is Bill and I'm the owner of HI-TECH COMPUTER SOFTWARE, a company started by my dad as an accounting, income tax business. I'm very clever when it comes to computers and I rapidly expanded the business taking it in a new direction.
I understand computers very well but what I don't understand is women. I'm 31 years old and not married. I don't even have a girlfriend, but that's not because of lack of trying. I'm only 5 feet six inches tall and weigh about one hundred and forty pounds, but I am a nice guy, I can't understand why girls don't like me. It started in college and with the exception of one fat girl, I couldn't get a girlfriend. I got used to rejection but the comment that hurt the most was when I asked this one girl out she said, "What makes you think I'm that desperate?"
After graduating, near the top of the class I tried a dating service. She sounded good over the phone but when I met her, she was just plain ugly. After that I poured my time and energy into the business and now it was about 3 times the size it was when my dad ran it.
Monday morning I was thinking about this when the first job applicant arrived. I was very impressed. She had graduated college with a degree in computer science and she was young and eager to learn. That was good because I was looking more for an assistant than just a secretary. I almost hired her on the spot, but I had scheduled 3 more interviews so I thought I might as well see them.
When the receptionist brought the second applicant into my office, I just about dropped her resume. She was gorgeous. She didn't walk, she just kind of flowed. She had sparkling green eyes and a mischief smile. She had long honey blond hair that swirled about her like a halo. Her body looked like one of the Playboy models. She was wearing a black sweater and a black mini skirt with no stockings.
"You, you are Miss, Miss Andrews?" I asked as I motioned to the chair in front of my desk. Why was I stuttering and blushing like a school boy?
"Do you mind if I sit on the corner of your desk instead? I'll feel more comfortable than sitting on that hard old chair and you will be able to assess my qualifications better," she said in a voice that can only be described as sultry. Without waiting for an answer she sat on my desk allowing her skirt to slide up her thighs. As I stared at her beautiful legs she slowly rubbed her hand up and down on her bare leg.
While she did this she had a wicked smile on her face. "You're kind of cute for a little fellow; I think we will get along fine. I don't do filing or type letters, and you will have to make your own appointments. Now I know you want to see my pussy and lick it so call your receptionist, tell her the job has been filled, to cancel your remaining interviews and that you don't want to be disturbed.
Like a robot I did what she asked. Then she stood up, unzipped her miniskirt, let it fall on the carpet and sat back down completely nude below the waist. I tried to look at her face not her pussy, to try and maintain some measure of control.
"Look at my pussy," she demanded as she slowly caressed it with her long fingers. "I know you want to kiss it don't you?" she said this time with a smirk on her face. I didn't say anything but I could feel my head nodding up and down. "Get out of your chair so I can sit down on it; then you can show me how happy you are that I took the job by kissing and licking my pussy."
It was like I was in a dream, not wanting to be humiliated this way, yet wanting to please her if I could. My mind might be saying don't do this but my body was saying yes because I had an aching hard-on. I did as she demanded.
"You haven't done this before have you, because you're lousy at it. I see I'm going to have to teach you everything. First stop kissing me. A few kisses on my pussy are enough to show me your love and respect. Now give me long slow licks starting at the bottom of my pussy and lick slowly up to the top. At first make sure your tongue is very wet with your saliva when you lick me. Try and reach my asshole with your tongue if you can, then continue with your long slow licks.
"When I start to hump your face that's the signal for you to start fucking me with your tongue. Now is the time for you to thrust your tongue in me as deep as you can. Match your speed to mine. Every time I hump your face you thrust your tongue in me. If I speed up, you speed up and when I slow down you slow down. As you tongue fuck me your nose should be tickling my clit.
When I'm ready to cum I'll grab your ears and pull you tight to me. That's when you will cover your teeth with your lips and bite my clit. That sends delicious chills up and down my body while it may cause you some discomfort. I also like to dig my nails into your neck because it increases my pleasure if you're in pain while you give me satisfaction."
What was happening to my life? She was controlling and humiliating me yet I lusted after her. From the very first day she embarrassed me in front of my own office staff as she insisted that I bring her a coffee each morning. Everyone else called me Mr. Denison, she called me Billie, yet she also insisted that I call her Miss Andrews not Kathy. She took long lunches, and often came in late or left early. Yet when she would walk into my office and say, "Close the door," I would be on my knees in no time while she lounged in my chair nude from the waist down.
One of my many jobs as owner was sales manager. Sales were becoming too big a job for just Fred, my salesman and myself; that was one of the reason I hired an assistant instead of just a secretary. Right from the start Miss Andrews and Fred couldn't get along. It soon became apparent one had to go. Fred was an experienced salesman, but I was under the spell of Miss Andrews, so I had to let Fred go, thanking him for his fifteen years service.
When I told her Fred was history she invited me to her apartment saying we would have a good time. I was thrilled because I was starting to think I would spend the rest of my life as a bachelor jerking off for my sexual relief. "Bring a bottle of the most expensive cognac you can find and bring it to me at exactly 8 pm. Don't be late or early."
I dressed in my best suit, hoping to impress her, and knocked on her door exactly at 8pm.
"Take off that dorky suit, strip down to your shorts, then put some ice in my glass of cognac and bring it to me."
I did as she asked, although I felt uncomfortable wearing only my boxer shorts while she was fully dressed. I gave her the drink and went to sit beside her when she stopped me.
