My name is William Smith. I am a single twenty-nine year old man. I was unemployed for almost a year when my previous job was eliminated in a mass layoff due to the recession.
I recently started a new job, at a significantly lower salary and status. I took the job as an administrative assistant because I needed to get back to work, and get off of unemployment compensation. I am over qualified for the job, and I had to dumb down my resume to get it.
Instead of stating that I was in charge of a department of 40 people, I just said I was in that department. I think this is far less dishonest than overstating your experience and qualifications. Judge me if you will, but I needed a job.
My new boss turned out to be a woman, who everyone in the company calls "The Dragon Lady". Not because she is ugly, far from it. She is very attractive, slender, blonde, and always well dressed. I am guessing she is a few years older than I am, in her thirties.
Her name is Barbara Olsen. Her Scandinavian genes must have given her the natural Blonde hair. Her reputation comes from her abrasive and arrogant treatment of anyone beneath her in the company. Since I work directly for her as her assistant, I have learned that I am her favorite whipping boy.
On our first meeting, she looked me over and called me "Nerd Boy". I just smiled and said nothing. I always addressed her as "Miss Olsen." I think she is overcompensating for being a woman in a position of authority. She must think she has to be rough and tough to show she is up to the job.
On a casual Friday, she came in wearing fashionable but very tight jeans. As I walked into her office, she was reaching up on a bookshelf to get a binder of sales reports. She caught me checking out her nice butt, and she just turned and stared at me. That caused another problem, because now I could plainly see her cunt-crack, and I could not take my eyes off of it.
She didn't say a word, but I was apprehensive about what she might be thinking. I don't know what I would do if I lost this job.
After several weeks of handling one crisis after another for her, she called me into her office late one afternoon. She told me to close and lock her door, because she did not want us to be disturbed. I thought that was unusual, but I did as she asked.
She was not behind her desk; she was sitting on the couch in the arrangement of furniture you see in an executive's office, for more informal meetings. She motioned to me to sit across from her.
She said she wanted to evaluate my performance and my commitment to her as her assistant. I thought it was a little too soon for an evaluation, but I had learned not to question what she said.
She was wearing a skirt that was shorter than usual, just above the knee. She did not have her legs crossed, and the chair she had me sitting in was right where I could see up her skirt.
She maintained eye contact with me, and she saw my gaze lower to the view of her legs. She shifted her position slightly, and I could see farther up her skirt.
Barbara said, "Can you see anything interesting?" I thought she was testing me to see if I would say anything unprofessional about her very nice legs. She could use that to fire me if she wanted to. I replied "No, not really."
She sighed, and her expression turned pensive. She said, "All of my previous assistants were women. They were very loyal to me, and very obedient. Are you loyal and obedient, William?"
She really shocked me then, she moved her legs apart, and she did not have any panties on! I had a perfectly clear view of her pussy! I tried to not react, but I failed.
She said "Are you sure you can't see anything interesting? Even a naive nerd like you should be able to see something!"
OK, now I had enough. I answered "Yes, I can see something interesting. Your vagina is in plain view."
She came back with "The women who worked for me were always wiling to give me some stress relief. Do you know how to orally please a woman, William?"
She stood up, and stripped off her skirt and shoes. She was naked from the waist down, and she sat back on the couch and slouched backward, so her hips were right at the edge. She began to stroke her clit, and slide her fingers in and out of her vagina. She was very wet, and the fragrant aroma of her hot pussy reached me.
She said, "Nerd Boy, I have had enough stress today with this business. I need to unwind. I need you to lick my pussy and give me an orgasm." I continued to play the innocent, naive young man, and with a facial expression of distaste I said, "I can smell it from here!"
She barked back "It is supposed to smell that way, you idiot! Now come over here and eat my pussy like it is your favorite dessert!"
Actually, I love to make a woman lose control and have an orgasm by eating her pussy. So I dropped my innocent act, and knelt down in front of her, and dived in. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the couch cushion.
I kissed and licked every part of her pussy, and tried to get my tongue way up in her. When I sensed that she was getting close, I started to flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, and I pushed my finger up her asshole. Even though I pushed hard, my finger only went in up to the first knuckle.
