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 Dawn By Sirkeljerk (sirkeljerk@hotmail.com)

   Dawn Thornton was my most recent hire.  A statuesque brunette, Dawn had
fabulous tits and a big, heart shaped ass.  She'd shown up for her
interview in a shiny, tight red blouse, unbuttoned such that hints of her
big red bra and milky white tits showed whenever she moved.  A little black
skirt clung to her hips and barely covered the tops of her black stockings,
which ran down her long, long legs until they were tucked into 4 inch high
strappy red heels.  Bright red lipstick molded her very pouty lips into an
obviously sexual organ.  She spoke in low throaty tones and managed to make
words like "analysis" and "data mining" seem incredibly erotic.  I had a
raging hard-on by the end of the interview which I stroked slowly behind
the cover of my desk as Dawn moistened her lips between sentences and
crossed and uncrossed her legs.  When the interview was over, I'd risen,
unembarrassed by the tent in my slacks, and came around my desk to shake
her hand.  I'd hired her over three people better qualified for the job
primarily out of curiosity.  I wanted to watch the effect that such obvious
sexuality would have on my small office.

   Dawn's first day was the next Monday.  She arrived for work in a little
red dress which did wonderful things for her body.  Her breasts positively
jutted from her chest, attentive nipples very apparent through the thin
material.  I greeted her when she arrived and showed her to her desk.  When
she bent to set down her purse, I was treated to the outlines of a very
sexy pair of thong panties.  Straightening, she gave me a knowing smile and
assured me that she would find the desk comfortable.  My cock once again
tented my pants as I returned to my office.  On the way, I instructed my
assistant, Kate, to make sure that Dawn was oriented.  I noticed that Kate
couldn't help but stare in shock at my crotch.  Kate is a very mousey
looking woman, probably 10 or so years older than Dawn, in her late
thirties.  She is a fabulous assistant, has experience with some of the
best companies in the nation and knows her skills very well.  But she is
introverted and socially awkward.  I had never heard her speak of a family
or friends.  She has very short blonde hair, cut in a sort of sloppy page
boy style.  Her face is slightly pudgy, though otherwise she is a skinny
thing, and her face is marked by adult acne.  She wears long dresses or
baggy pants and unflattering sweaters as well as large glasses which she
must have bought 20 years ago.  From what I have gathered through her
clothes, Kate has small perky tits, but that is just conjecture.

   On that first day, shortly after returning to my desk, my attention was
called to the outer offices by a loud voice.  Looking out, I saw Kate
standing by Dawn's desk.  Despite the fact that Dawn was sitting, Kate
cowered from her presence.  Kate is only about 5'4" and maybe 105 lbs. 
Dawn is about 5'11" and voluptuous, probably around 145 lbs.  The reason
for Kate's cowering became clear as I listened: "Are you a lesbian, lady?
Is that it?  Why else would you touch my ass and then look down the front
of my dress?" Dawn's mouth was a sneer as she looked at the cowering Kate.
"But, I...I didn't, I mean it was an accident..." "Do my big tits and round
ass make you crazy with lust?  Are you dying to just stick your little
tongue between my nice firm cheeks?" "Really, I didn't.  I wouldn't.  I..."
"Oh, so now what, are you saying you're not dying to suck on my big
titties? Are you saying that I'm fat and unattractive.  Fine Miss Superior,
if that is how it is going to be.  Get the hell away from my desk.  I was
just trying to be friendly, but if you're one of those uppity girls..."
"Dawn..." "Miss Thornton to you, I'm not on a first name basis with those
who insult me." "But, Da...Miss Thornton, I didn't mean to insult, umm you
have very nice breasts, er, I mean body...I mean you are very attractive."
"Go away, I'm oriented, plenty." Kate stumbled back to her desk outside my
office, possibly a tear in her eye as she smoothed her long blue jean
dress, and I smiled.  Dawn would be well worth hiring if only for my
entertainment, though I hoped she did not drive Kate away.

   The next day, both Dawn and Kate were in the office when I arrived. 
Dawn looked stunning in a tight white shirt which showed off a lacy white
bra underneath encasing her heavy breasts.  A tight grey skirt looked
painted to her juicy ass.  I said hello and asked her how she was doing. 
Very loudly she complained that Kate was perhaps acting inappropriately in
the work place.  When I asked why, she noted that Kate had complimented her
ass and tits when she came in that morning and that it had made her feel
strange to have such an overt lesbian in the office.  Kate spoke up from
across the room: "Jason..." But Dawn interrupted.  "She's very familiar as
well, Mr.  Appeledies.  I continually ask her not to use pet names when
talking to me and to please try and cover up her obvious crush." "Jason,
er, Mr., oh," Kate was nearly whining now.  "I did not say anything about
her ass, I mean her butt, oh, Christ.  I didn't say anything
inappropriate..." "Of course you didn't, you old dear you, could you get
Mr. Appeledies and me some coffee please," Dawn smiled sweetly and stage
whispered to me.  "It's not like I am not used to these frumpy little women
wishing they could get into my panties.  I'll let it go for now." It is
important to understand that Kate was not a secretary.  She kept a busy
office under control and handled a significant amount of responsibilities.
She had never once gotten me coffee.  So when Kate appeared with two cups
of coffee, I nearly laughed out loud.  Dawn thanked Kate, or Katie as she
said in a girly little voice and I walked back to my office shaking my
head.

   In the next several days, I overheard the following exchanges between my
assistant and my new employee.  Dawn: Katie, you old dear you, why do you
wear such frumpy clothing?  Kate: It's not frumpy, it's conservative and I
think sorta, well, elegant.  Besides, what you wear...  Dawn: <laughing>,
oh Katie dear that is funny.  Elegant.  You look just like my old nanny. 
She was poor and stupid, dear, so I understand.  Kate: Now, just wait one
minute.  How dare...  Dawn: Oh, Kate, you do have such pretty eyes.  Kate:
You talk...oh, well thank you, Miss Thornton.  *** Dawn: What the hell is
this?  Kate: Excuse me, are you talking to me?
Dawn: Yes you idiot, get over here.  How did you fuck this up?
Kate: Please don't talk to me...
Dawn: I said get over here, you made a mistake in this letter.  I need
you to Fix it now.  You've ruined everything.
Kate: But I was not even supposed to...
Dawn: Just fix it and quit whining, you stupid bitch.  I'm so angry I
could shove my foot up your ass.
Kate: It wasn't my mistake.
Dawn: FIX IT, cow.
Kate came and complained to me the next day.  I told her that I was very
busy and asked if she thought that she could take care of it.  I asked

somewhat incredulously: "Don't you think that you can handle the attitude
of a woman so much younger that you?" "I'll try Mr.  Appledies, she just
makes me feel so, well flustered." "Please don't bother me with this Kate.
And could you get me a cup of coffee?"

   Several days passed with Dawn continuing to wear sexy clothes, do decent
work, and fuck with Kate's head.  Kate on the other hand had become
something of a nervous wreck in the office.  The change was astounding. 
From a very competent, if somewhat shy assistant, she was continually
making mistakes in correspondence and scheduling, and inattentive to
detail. She had also started wearing makeup to the office.  She also wore
high heels for the first time that I could remember, but Dawn made her take
them off so that Dawn could try them and the significantly bigger woman
broke one of the heels, as far as I could tell, on purpose.  She apologized
sweetly to Kate, who went around in stockings all day.  Dawn said that she
was so stupid for not bringing another pair of shoes when she got a run in
them later in the day.  Dawn yelled at Kate continually for her poor
performance and I even had to yell at her once.  On that day, she sat at
her desk, mascara stained with tears, when Dawn called her over.  I watched
from the door of my office.  Dawn wore a knee length skirt today which was
not as tight as in days past.  On top, she wore a white tank top, which was
as tight as ever over her big breasts, revealing yet another white lacey
bra.  "Katie, honey, I seemed to have dropped my pen under my desk.  My
knees are really sore honey, would you mind getting it for me." Dawn spread
her legs and placed each of her heels on the edge of her desk.  Her skirt
was clearly open for anyone under the desk to see her panties.  Kate looked
at her with a stunned expression.  "umm, well, can't you get your own
pen..." she mumbled.  "Oh, but honey, I was on my knees all last night and
they are so sore.  You see my girlfriend Annie came over.  That Annie, she
has the most delicious pussy.  When she sat on my couch and spread her
legs, well I just couldn't help myself.  I was on my knees all night eating
out that juicy pussy.  Then she fucked me in the ass with my strap-on and I
think I got rug burn.  Oh, but that big plastic cock felt so good in my
ass." Kate stared wide-eyed as Dawn reached a hand under her skirt.  "God,
but she never did fuck or suck my pussy, so I am stillll dripping wet.  Oh,
that feels so good.  Do you ever do that Katie, honey.  Touch your pussy
lips." When she said it, Kate immediately reached down towards her crotch
before catching herself and looking back up at Dawn, wide-eyed.  "Oh, dear,
do you want my permission?" Dawn smiled, then frowned.  "Anyway, I need my
pen.  I was, well, fooling around with it, and it fell.  Please get it."
Kate still hesitated and Dawn reached up, grabbing the sleeve of her white
shirt.  "Get on your knees and find my pen, now!  Why are you so slow, you
old cow?  Get down there, under my desk and find the pen." Kate still
didn't move.  This time Dawn grabbed her breast and squeezed hard, then she
tugged the woman to her knees by her breast.  Kate winced, but began
looking obediently on hands and knees.  Her head disappeared under the desk
and the cover of Dawn's spread legs.  One of Dawn's hands disappeared back
below her skirt and the other grabbed one of her large breasts.  She pulled
the tank top to the side and began squeezing her nipple through the lacy
bra.  "What, what are you doing?" Came Kate's muffled voice from below the
desk.  "I'm masturbating.  You better find that pen quick, because I'm
close and I tend to squirt.  But then maybe you'd like that.  Do you want
me to wet you with my juice, Katie?" Dawn shut her eyes and moaned.  Kate's
ass was visible as she tried to scoot backwards out from under the desk. 
Dawn moved the hand on her breast down and grabbed hold of a cheek through
Kate's baggy pants.  "Have you found it yet, you dumb bitch?" "Noo, but, oh
my god, your fingers..." "Keep looking until you find it!" Dawn's hand
released Kate's ass and then smacked it hard.  She smacked the ass once
more and then stopped, tugging at Kate's waste band as she continued to
finger what was surely her sopping wet pussy.  Kate's pants slid down her
ass, bringing white cotton granny panties into view.  Dawn laughed and
resumed her smacking.  All this time, Kate was squealing in what sounded
like terror, muffled by the desk and Dawn's voluptuous body.  "Let me go
please, I don't see any pen.  Please.  Oh, what are you doing?  My pants,
oh dear.  Oh my god it smells so...oh." At this point, I unzipped my slacks
and began jacking my already hard cock to the scene before me.  My hand was
quickly slick with precum and I spread it all over my throbbing member. 
"I'm gonna cum bitch.  Do you want to taste.  Do you want to?  Ohhh, uhh."
Dawn dropped her legs to the ground on either side of Kate's head,
swiveling her chair so the assistant's face was right between her legs. 
Dawn's skirt settled over Kate's head.  Dawn placed one hand on either side
of Kate's head from outside the skirt and pulled the older woman up into
her crotch.  When Kate's face plowed into her moist box, Dawn tensed and
clamped her thighs to Kate's neck.  She screamed and moaned as she came all
over Kate's face.  My hand blurred on my cock as I watched the tension ease
from Dawn's body.  I could feel my balls contract.  Dawn let go of Kate's
head and neck and sprawled back into her chair.  One hand pulled her left
breast free from the lacy bra and raised it to her mouth.  She suckled her
large breast and then glanced at me jacking my cock.  She smiled and
returned to sucking her breast.  Kate didn't move for an instant after Dawn
let go and then I noticed her head moving underneath Dawn's skirt.  Slurps
and moans were muffled only by the thin skirt.  "Ooh, that's it you dirty
slut.  Lick up mama's juices.  Oh yes." Dawn whispered and I came, white
cum flying from the end of my dick all over Kate's desk and chair.  As I
wiped the last remains of cum from my cock with my hand and then onto
Kate's desk, Dawn grabbed hold of Kate's cotton panties and pulled her from
beneath the desk.  "That's enough for now honey, mama has to work.  Go back
to your desk and think about how dumb you are for not being able to find my
pen." Kate backed out from between Dawn's legs on all fours.  Her torn
pants were bunched around her knees, her red ass showed through the
material of her panties.  When her head emerged from Dawn's skirt, the
larger woman turned back to her desk, ignoring my assistant, who slowly
stood, never taking her eyes from Dawn.  I could see her face in profile.
Her glasses, cheeks and nose were soaking wet, drips of pussy juice fell
from her chin, spotting her blouse.  Her eyes were wide with a mixture of
lust and horror.  Her hair was matted where it had been soaked by Dawn's
cum.  She finally turned from the younger woman who was absolutely ignoring
her and saw that I had been watching.  She blushed a deep red, made a small
strangled cry and ran from the room...

   To be Continued based on reader response.  Please email me at
Sirkeljerk@hotmail.com.