Secretarial Help

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com}, (c) 1996, 2009

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Abstract: A businessman with a headache asks his secretary for some help.

My secretary, Lynda Billings, is very efficient. She manages to keep on top of
all my appointments and sees to it that my calendar doesn't get too hectic --
which, when you're in middle management in the computer industry, is no small
task. I suppose most would call her attractive -- she's 5'10, brunette hair to
her shoulders and green eyes. She does frequently wear a spicy perfume that I
find enjoyable, but I've never done anything in her direction. For one thing,
you hate to take a chance at losing a good secretary. For another, my wife is
more than enough woman to keep me busy in bed. 

I came to work one Monday with a blinding headache, and after Lynda brought me
a Danish and briefed me on the afternoon's meetings, she rubbed my temples. It
helped the headache, and I took the opportunity to surreptitiously watch the
movement of her breasts beneath her blouse. The morning was unremarkable, and
by ten I was moving some boxes of files around when I threw my back out. When I
called Lynda in, she sized up the situation and immediately started rubbing my
back. It helped immensely, but because she was working on my lower back all the
rubbing was rocking my cock against the floor in my pants and I had developed
what was going to be an embarrassing hard-on. She finished the massage and
stood up, her skirt flashing a glimpse of her upper leg, and I managed to
decline her offered hand, saying I'd rather just let my back relax before I got
up. 

I rolled to one side as she left the room, and got back to my desk without any
incident. The next week I had another killer headache, and I asked her to help
out again. She stood behind my chair, and I closed my eyes as she rubbed my
temples. It felt good and She rocked my head from side to side gently as she
worked, and I was starting to relax into a floating state. When I opened my
eyes, I realized that my head wasn't resting against the chair's headrest. It
was nestled between Lynda's breasts. I started to stammer something but she
shushed me by covering my mouth with her hand, "Just relax and let it happen,"
she said, and then slipped a finger into my mouth and rubbed my tongue with it.
I clamped my lips reflexively on her finger and she moved it in and out as she
continued to stroke my temple. She moved her caresses from my temple down to my
cheek, then deftly unbuttoned my collar and slid her cool hand inside my shirt
to rub my chest. I closed my eyes again and reveled in the feeling. She pinched
my nipple, digging her fingernails into it, and I feel an answering twinge down
below. 

Lynda moved around the front of my chair and climbed into my lap facing me. She
lifted her left leg and placed it over my shoulder, hooking her right leg
around the side of the chair to help her balance. "I think these stockings make
my legs and ankles look really sexy," she said, placing my hands on one long
leg. "Don't you think so?" "Uhh, Lynda..." I began, not quite able to put words
together. "I love the way they make my thighs feel," she told me, sliding her
hands over the glistening nylon covering her legs. The motion of her hands drew
my attention to the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties -- the hose were
attached to a simple white garter belt and her pussy was sitting there
separated from my stiffening cock only by the material of my slacks. I started
running my fingers up and down her calf almost unconsciously as she began to
unbutton her blouse. 

"I really don't think this is a good idea," I muttered, but I didn't take my
eyes from her half-bra as she took her blouse off and rubbed her breasts.
"Don't worry," she purred reassuringly. I watched entranced as her nipples
started becoming visible by the way they poked into her bra cups. "They don't
bite," she continued, "although *I* might!" She abandoned her nipples and
placed the palm of her hand on my crotch. Her fingertips traced the rigid
length of my cock as I trembled. 

I reached out and slid my finger into her crack. It was slick and the hair was
moist. She rocked slightly on it and grabbed my zipper, tugging it down in fits
and jerks. I slid my finger up and down, back and forth. Her clit was hard
enough to feel, so I rubbed it with my thumb. She closed her eyes, beads of
sweat on her lip and her forehead. Her hair smelled sweet and it struck my face
softly as she swung her head. 

"Why don't you -- ahhh -- do something for my breasts?" she whispered hoarsely
as she unfastened the catch at my waist and slid her hand into my briefs. Her
cool hand wrapped itself around my most intimate flesh, and I continued to
stroke her pussy lips and clit as I reached around and unhooked her bra. I
tossed it to one side as I leaned over to trap a nipple between my teeth. I
heard her gasp remotely as her hand continued to play with the head of my cock.
She pushed my lips away with a glazed look in her eyes, and reached down with
both hands to pull my cock through the flap in the briefs. It was standing up,
straight and deep red, and she slid her fingertips along the shaft with one
hand while the other one palmed my balls through the cotton. Her mouth quivered
and she closed her eyes as she suddenly let go of my cock and clasped my head
to her chest. She started going "uhhh... uhhh... uhhh..." and her pussy clamped
down on my fingers. I teased her nipple until her shakes settled down, then
lifted my head and met her lips and tongue for a deep, soul-searching kiss. 

She clawed at my underwear to free my cock, which popped out ready for action.
Her pussy was smooth as silk as she raised herself up and slid down slowly onto
me. And tight... her inner tissues dragged against my cock with agonizing
pleasure. "This is it!", I thought as she guided my throbbing penis into her.
She looked me in the eyes as she slowly settled down. About halfway down she
stopped and began slowly to lift off. We both sighed as my cock came all the
way out. "I just wanted to do that again!" she breathed as she slid back down,
this time taking me balls deep. 

I watched her face contort in pleasure as she began to slowly work me in and
out. I couldn't believe how velvety soft she was! She fit me like the tightest
glove but the friction was smooth and almost liquid. As she sped up I realized
I couldn't take much more of this and I wished I could last long enough for her
to come again. As I felt the urge to come grow, I was surprised to hear her
gasp "Ohhh! It's sooooo good! Cum with meee!!". I met her lips with mine, and
our tongues dueled as her climax seized her. Her back arched so hard I feared
she'd break her spine. I was surprised that I hadn't come, but indeed I was
still hard within her. Finally she slumped forward in release, kissing me
between ragged breaths. She knew I hadn't come, so she made little grinding
motions to keep me "interested" while she caught her breath. 

She reached down and wedged her hand under us, enough to find my ball sac with
her fingernails. At the same time she started squeezing me with her vagina, and
the fire began to build in me such that I knew I wouldn't be delaying much
longer. I set the side of my thumb down against her swollen clit, and we both
groaned as I sped up my motions, pistoning in and out with liquid sucking
sounds. Her vagina was like a living milking machine, thirsting and drawing my
come. It felt so damn good to be inside her that I wanted it to never end. But
of course it did, and soon! She flexed her hips and my eyes crossed as my body
let loose all the erotic tension that had been building. I yelled, something
hoarse and unintelligible, and she covered my face with quick little kisses as
she took my juices. "Come inside me! Yes... give it to me now!" I buried my
cock as deeply as possible in her and groaned as each spurt of come burned its
way through my shaft and into her eager pussy. 

Later, when the beads of sweat on our bodies had turned into little chills from
the air conditioning, I heard her giggle. I stroked her ass in recognition of
the delightful way she squeezed me, and asked what was funny. She replied, "I
just wondered... you haven't mentioned your headache once!" 

/END/