If you would have told me the story I’m about to relate, I would have laughed and swore you were certifiably crazy. After all, this just DOES NOT happen to people – other than in the advice columns, bar-room bragging by drunken conventioneers, a late-night Jerry Springer rerun, or your most-secret fantasies. But first, a bit of background …..

As a successful executive with a Fortune500 firm, I enjoy a reasonably comfortable work environment. A spacious, lush office in Los Angeles, new company BMW, sizeable travel and entertainment account, large staff in several locations around the country, and one of the most valuable perks – a personal administrative assistant (today’s politically-correct term for secretary) that keeps things running. A great PA is invaluable to an organization – finding the right report at the last minute, arranging the most comfortable travel, organizing meetings during the most hectic days, and arranging the best caterer for the weekend staff gathering. In general, they are the unsung heroes of the business world.

My present assistant is one of the best in the company and I’m envied by the rest of the executive staff. Kelly is bright, well organized, creative, dedicated, and hard working. She projects a professional image that is reflected in the way she conducts the business of the organization, the way she relates to my peers and the remaining staff, and the clients she has opportunity to interact with. Outside of work, she is involved in her children’s school activities and is viewed in her community as the ‘perfect Mom’. Recently divorced from a looser husband, she seemingly does it all – work, kids, and home.

However, within that refined, polished exterior there’s a sparkle of mischievousness in her eyes – hiding just beneath the surface. One would never notice, unless you looked very closely and saw the slight hints that eventually gave me a clue that there was a fire burning deep inside. The glance over her shoulder as she left the room, the gentle touch on the shoulder from behind when interrupting a conversation to deliver an urgent message, and the classy, professional way she dresses. There is nothing ever contrived or overt about her sensuality – and she would NEVER encourage anything inappropriate or suggestive. It wouldn’t be proper. Or so I thought.

The day things changed was an especially hectic one not too long ago. Meetings to schedule, reports due to the Board, and a corporate-wide system upgrade that had kept my entire staff and I running for two months. Everyone had been working long hours and Kelly did more than her share of late evenings – often calling on the after-school sitter to fix dinner for the kids, get baths organized, and put the children to bed on-time. The go-live date was upon us and the following day was to be the culmination of the entire project. We were all exhausted, but excited about the successful completion. If things went as-planned, we’d all be celebrating on the weekend.

Kelly and I were the last two in the office and were putting the last touches on the final memos that would document our success. We completed the last review and she printed the final copies for distribution the next morning as I was packing my briefcase for the late trip home. She took me by surprise when she re-entered my office and closed the door behind her. As she silently crossed the thickly carpeted floor in her heels, there was a pronounced lift in her step, a broad smile on her face, and a twinkle in her eyes.

“I just want to thank you for the opportunity to work on this project with you and the team. You’ve given me a real challenge and I think we have a lot to be proud of”, she said as she approached me.

“It may be the adrenaline of the pace we’ve kept-up over the past couple of months, but more likely the fact that we’ve been working so closely together recently that has put me in this mood.”

I must have had the look of puzzlement on my face, because I was a bit amazed at her words and the way she approached me. She continued to my desk, where I had just closed my briefcase.

“I don’t know what has come over me, but I HAVE to kiss you.” With that, she leaned into me and kissed me deeply. I couldn’t resist her advance.

Our tongues danced. First lightly, teasing one another – then a hot passionate tango of tongues and lips. I’d never been kissed like that before – and I certainly didn’t expect that my assistant would be the one to deliver such a passionate kiss. When we finally broke our lip-lock, Kelly took one step back and slid down my torso to her knees.

“I’ve been thinking about being on my knees in-front of you all day. I know you must find this absolutely out-of-character for me, put I haven’t been able to think of anything but having you in my mouth.”

With that, she slowly unzipped my suit trousers and released my hardening cock. With her sparkling blue eyes looking up at the unbelieving look on my face - my very proper, ‘perfect Mom’, professional assistant transformed into a lust-filled woman. She smiled warmly and completely engulfed my engorged cock with her moist lips and steamy mouth.

Kelly devoured me. She took my entire length into her mouth and held it there, while her tongue massaged the underside – sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body, then back up to the mushroom-head tip. Her frenzied attack would stop for a moment while she snaked her tongue around the shaft, licking it from top to the sack below – only to return me to her mouth and throat. The attack on my manhood continued and with each time she consumed me, I was further lost in the pleasure.

My moans of pleasure let her know that I was getting close to exploding. Reading my mind, she looked at me and said, “I want you to fill my mouth with your cum”, then returned to her assault. With that bit of encouragement, I lost control – filling her mouth with my warm seed, which she greedily gulped down without spilling a drop. After I thought I was emptied, she continued to milk my cock with her mouth ….. savoring the last few drops.

Kelly looked up at me with her radiant blue eyes and said, “Mmmmmmmmm,that was yummy. What a wonderful dessert. Now then, if you’d like – we can have the entrée.” I lifted her from her knees and kissed her deeply. The taste of my cum on her tongue, mixed with her own flavor, was intoxicating and I knew that I had to taste the rest of her.

She lifted the hem of her tailored skirt and to my surprise; she was not wearing the pantyhose that most women wear these days. Instead, she was wearing stockings – held in-place with a lacy garterbelt that attached to the wide welt that stopped just below her shaved triangle. To my further surprise, she was not wearing panties and the lips of her pussy were noticeably engorged and moist. Kelly had obviously planned this encounter. She pushed me back into my leather high-back chair and sat herself on the edge of my desk – placing her heels on either armrest and offered her delicate plate to me to feast on.

Wanting to savor her, I slowly licked my way from the lace-top of her stockings to the deep V between her legs. She trembled with excitement as I approached her puffy lips with my tongue, knowing the pleasure that was about to engulf her. The moment my tongue touched her clit, I felt a flood of her juices. Her nectar was sweet and fresh; she was obviously excited and her body was trembling. I drew small circles around her pussy, stopping to lap-up the torrent of her passion, and then returning to her extended nubbin. It was as-if jolts of electricity raced thru her from head to toe in waves and rocked her and the chair I was seated in. Deep guttural moans escaped her throat and she encouraged me, “Don’t stop …… PLEASE don’t stop”. Mini-orgasms shook her, each one a bit stronger …. a crescendo of passion. Each time I jabbed my tongue into her flooded tunnel, she exploded – further drenching my mouth and face with her juices.

We continued this orgasmic overture and her moans of pleasure continued to rise to a fevered pitch … until she looked me straight in the eye with a look of determination and begged, “Fuck me. Fuck me NOW, please.” My prim and proper assistant was begging me to fuck her – words that I NEVER thought I would hear from her mouth.

In one graceful move, she shifted from sitting on the edge of my desk to leaning over the desk, her blouse opened and beautifully-freckled bare breasts spilling from her push-up bra – flattened against the leather of my briefcase. Kelly offered her firm ass to me, pushing herself down against my rejuvenated cock until she had impaled herself completely on me. She gasped loudly as my cock filled her completely and tickled her cervix – then began rocking her hips back and forth wildly, pounding me into her.

Spasms of pleasure shook Kelly’s body as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. Juices poured from her pussy and she whimpered with each successive stroke of my cock. Years of kegel exercises, learned after childbirth, had conditioned her muscles and gave her the ability to literally draw me into her, gripping the girth of my cock and pulling me into her deeper. After about 10 minutes of the most incredible sex of my life, I felt my balls constrict and a bullet of cum ready to rise up my shaft. At precisely the same time, Kelly’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and she screamed, “OH MY GOD, I have NEVER been fucked like this before!” and her body shuddered again – more intensely than before. In the second it took me to withdraw from her hot pussy, she turned around and slid to the carpet again – tongue out and poised to receive me.

I emptied round after round of boiling cum to her waiting lips. She was voracious in the way she sucked every bit of it from me, swallowing in one last gulp, and then smiling sweetly at me from her position between my legs. I was completely spent and fell back into my chair, exhausted and completely satisfied. Kelly climbed into my lap and kissed me deeply … purring softly and enjoying the aftershocks of the earthquake that had ravaged her body. After our pulses returned to a more-normal pace, Kelly was the first to break the silence.

“Mmmmmmmmmm. That was some three-course meal we shared – although we seemed to have it backwards for some reason. First dessert …. then you served me a hearty, meaty entrée …… and finally the rich creamy soup. I simply loved dining backwards with you tonight – and from the looks of you, mister … you loved it too.”

I did. I was full. Satisfied. Amazed. Content. Excited. And still incredibly hungry for this woman that had rocked my world.

As I mentioned in the beginning – you must think me crazy. However, it happened just this way. And I couldn’t be happier.

Kelly and I left the office that night together, arm-in-arm. The elevator ride to the ground floor is a bit of a blur right now. But that’s a story for another time.