I've been at the firm for about 6 months when it was announced that Amy was coming back from maternity leave, she was to be my new personal assistant.
I hadn't meet Amy, she was already on leave when I started, she was 24 and had her first child a year ago, she has been married for about 2 years. They started dating at school and he was the only boyfriend she has ever had. What I've been told is she had a very strict up bringing and was never allowed to go out or socialise with boys or girls.
When I first saw her my heart nearly stopped, she was a tall leggy blonde, a firm round ass, large firm perky breast, shoulder length blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. She had on a white blouse and black pencil skirt, black stockings and high heel shoes.
I asked her to take a seat, we discussed her job, what her role would be as my personal assistant, my expectations, all very standard stuff. It was agreed she would start back 3 days a week 10am to 4pm, increasing to 4 days in the next 12 months, her workdays would be Wednesday to Friday.
The hardest thing about the meeting was to look at her face and not stare at her tits, her blouse hugged them nicely and even with a bra on I could see her perk nipples sticking out.
She was very good a her job, efficient and friendly, possibly a little quiet and shy and definitely a little naïve, missing a lot of the offices innuendos that the other secretaries brought up. She was very nice eye candy and I enjoyed watching her, especially when she bent over. I know the other men were jealous that she was my assistant.
As the weeks passed my fantasies about Amy grew, as I stared at her in the office I often imagined the things I would love to do her in those positions and places. I did invite her on several occasions to join our Friday afternoon drinks, even offering to give her a lift home, all in the hope of charming the panties off her. She always declined saying she had to get home to her family, Tim didn't like her being out to late.
After 6 months we were having a retirement dinner for a senior partner, this was an event no one could miss.
I was standing at the bar when Amy arrived, she was wearing a simple blouse and skirt, she looked around the room nervously, obviously feeling uncomfortable, our eyes meet, I waved to her, she came across to join me.
"Hi Amy, you look very nice tonight," I said.
"Thanks Mr Wilson," she said.
"Gary, please call me Gary, were not at the office now," I said.
"Alright Gary," she said with a smile.
"What can I get you to drink Amy?" I asked.
"A wine will be fine," Amy said.
"Red or white?" I asked.
"I'm not sure, I don't really drink, what do you suggest?" she asked.
"I like red," I said as I ordered two glasses of merlot.
We stayed at the bar chatting for a while, Amy's husband Tim had dropped her off and will pick her up later at 11pm. It was just after 7pm, just under 4 hours to make things happen as I got Amy another drink.
Meals were getting served, I got a bottle of wine and took Amy by the arm, escorting her to a table. I picked one near the back of the room with only a couple of other people sitting at it, as we sat down I topped up her glass.
As we ate I made sure her glass was always full, she was quickly getting drunk.
When the formal part of the evening began there were speeches and toasts, she was a happy drunk now, enjoying the attention I gave her, laughing at my jokes, even enjoying a bit of flirting. The other couple at the table had left after the meals were eaten, now I had Amy all to myself.
I didn't want her passing out drunk, not yet anyway, I stopped topping up her glass.
I started complementing her on her body, telling her how beautiful she was as I touched her arm and leg. Telling her how I would love to have a girlfriend as attractive as her, how I lonely I get and the sight of her brightens my day.
She's held my hand as she listened to every word I said, how much she understood I don't know, there was a glazed look in her eyes but she smiled each time I complimented her.
My hand rested on her inner thigh as I rubbed and squeezed it, only inches away from her sweet pussy, she didn't object, she just stared at me blankly with a smile on her face.
When the formal part of the night finished the music started, she began swaying in her seat, I moved my hand higher up her thigh until my little finger rested against her panties. I moved it up and down as she swayed to the music, I watched her closely for any sign of objection but none were forthcoming. I slid my finger under her panties, she just smiled, a wistful look on her face as I fingered her.
The alcohol had done it's trick.
I took her hand, "Let's go for a walk and get some fresh air," I said, leading her out of the room.
"I want to listen to the music Gary," she said.
"You can, we won't go far and we'll come back here afterwards," I told her.
"Alright then," she said.
Amy was unsteady on her feet and I had to support her as I walked her out, a couple of people asked if she was alright and I told them she had too much to drink and I was taking her outside for some fresh air. They thought it was nice that I was looking after her.
There was another small reception room down the hall, I moved Amy toward it, my arm wrapped around her, under her armpit to support her weight, my hand inside her blouse clasped around a tit squeezing it We entered the room, I locked the door behind us, Amy had no idea where she was, you could still hear the music and her body swayed to the beat.
I kissed her, my hands caressed her ass as I pulled her skirt up, I slid a hand inside her panties and played with her ass. With my other hand I unbuttoned her blouse while we kissed. my finger pushed between her bra and tit, I moved it back and forward rubbing her nipple, I grabbed the top of the bra between my fingers and pulled it down under her tits.
I lowered my head taking her pert little nipples in my mouth, they were like two little rocks as I rolled my tongue over them in turn, except these rocks grew larger with my attention. My hand had moved from her ass to between her legs, I rubbed her pussy which was very wet, slipping a finger inside her, causing her to jump and moan.
She was moaning and getting wetter as I fingered her, I unzipped my pants and took her hand, placing it against my cock. Her fingers closed around me, squeezing me through my briefs.
I pushed her to her knees, she took my cock out of my briefs and started sucking me, this is what I have been waiting for. I took my phone out of my pocket, taking pictures of her, first naked tits, followed by my cock in her mouth, then I filmed her, moving my phone around to get her sucking me from different angles.
But I wasn't finished yet, picking her up I laid her on a table, I pushed her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties off, she had a full bush of blonde hair and puffy pussy lips. I took more pictures of her lying there then filmed as I pushed my cock into her pussy fucking her. I kept filming until I came, she also had an orgasm, that with all her moaning was a bonus. To finish off I took a couple more pictures of our cum dripping out of her pussy.
She just laid on the table humming to herself, she is very drunk, I'm not sure how much if any of tonight's activities she will remember, but she was going to have a massive hangover. I wiped the cum from around her pussy with her panties, stuffing them in my pocket when done, I then stuffed her tits back into her bra, did up her blouse, pulled down and straighten her skirt.
Looking respectable again I took her back to the party, I got her another drink and then a second making her drink them quickly. She was now about to throw up, I got one of the other secretaries and asked her to take Amy to the bathroom. When they returned I was gone, Amy was looking better but confused, just then her husband arrived and helped her out to the car.
Monday morning I sent Amy a short film of her sucking a cock and a picture of her naked on the table with a message, "Be there in 30 minutes, be home."
I knocked on the door, no answer, I knocked again, this time the door opened slowly and a sheepish Amy stood there, eyes red and puffy, tears running down her cheeks.
"BASTARD, how could you?" she shouted.
I walked in past her, not saying a word.
"Your a PRICK Gary Wilson, A PRICK," Amy screamed.
"You took advantage of me, I wouldn't have if I wasn't drunk," Amy said.
I found the lounge room and sat down, Amy followed behind sobbing and calling me names.
"Enough Amy, sit down," I told her.
"You were happy to flirt and lead me on, you were the one that pulled my cock out and sucked it, you moaned and groaned begging me to fuck you hard," I said.
"I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing," she said crying.
