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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.
The author's name has come detached from this story. If you are the
author, please email me. I like to see writers get credit for their
work.
The following story deals with explicit sex. If you're not old enough
to be here, you're not old enough to read it. Scram.)
Short, sweet, and hot.
my secretary
The door slammed open and my secretary burst in. "How could you
do this to me?" she yelled.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Angie. Why don't you
close the door and calm down and we'll talk about whatever the problem
is."
Angie is a 19 year old gal with tits that won't quit and a firm
ass that she likes to accentuate by wearing short skirts or pants so
tight they look like they've been painted on. This particular day
she's wearing a black leather miniskirt and fishnet hose. I also
notice that her blouse dips way down, showing off a lot of those
fantastic mammaries. I also notice that she locked the door as she
was closing it.
"You've really fucked me this time, you asshole." Damn, and I
can't remember that, which I'm sure I would. "You're sending me to
training the week of May 10th."
"So?"
"So that's the week I'm supposed to be on leave."
"But the training is something you've been asking for for at
least a year. And once you finish, you'll get promoted, no questions
asked."
"But that's also the only week I could get a room at the....uh,
resort....that I want to go to on vacation this year."
"Well, maybe we can make some arrangements to change the
training. Or maybe you could go somewhere else on vacation. There's
lots of resorts around."
"Not like this place."
"So what's so special about wherever it is you want to go?"
"Well.....it's kinda....it's a sort of training camp...kinda...."
"A training camp? What are you, some kind of football player or
somethin'?"
"Not that kind of training camp....."
"So what kind...you seem sort of embarrassed, what is this place,
a nudist camp?" Sometimes my wit even impresses me.
"Well, yes, actually, that and more...it's a place where you can
go to learn special sexual techniques..."
"I beg your pardon...a fucking and sucking school....you've got
to be kidding me."
"No, that's really what it is...you see, I'm not real good at
that kind of stuff, and because of the way I look, I should be..."
"What do you mean you should be?"
"Well, I notice that guys are always getting hard when I get
close to them. And that some guys get a weird smile on their face
when I bend over. I know I've got nice tits and I try to keep myself
in shape. It's just that, I've only been with a man a couple of times
and they've been real clumsy affairs. I guess I want to learn to
please, so that I can enjoy myself."
By this time I was beginning to feel a little rise in my pants.
Just imagining this young kid being taught the fine art of screwing
and giving head brought life to my groin. I guess she noticed I was
getting a little uncomfortable.
"Maybe you would like to evaluate my skills and let me know if
you think I should go to training or to camp..." With those words she
moved across the room and began to unbutton her blouse...
"But Angie, what about the other staff, I mean, maybe we'll be
disturbed or caught or something like that....I'm a married man..."
"I thought we might need some privacy, so I made sure that
everyone was gone for the day before I came in here...and before you
get nervous, I called your wife and told her you would be working late
and I called your car pool and told them the same thing...you're free
for a while now..."
"Well...I..." At that moment her blouse fell open, revealing her
bra-less tits, perfectly shaped and ever so firm. I was speechless as
she reached my desk and leaned over and kissed my forehead. I took
one of her nipples into my mouth. It was pink and firm and as I
sucked it she moaned and drew in a deep breath. I reached out and
grabbed the other breast in my hand and began to roll the nipple
between my thumb and forefinger. She moved around my desk and pushed
herself between me and the desk. When she had seated herself on my
desk she lifted her skirt slightly to show me her panties. They were
dark where her juices had begun to soak them. I reached up and
grabbed the waist of her underpants and began to tug them down. As my
hand crossed over her butt she grabbed my wrist and forced my fingers
into her crack and I slowly worked my middle finger into her anus.
She squealed with delight and began to rock back and forth on it. I
began to lick and suck her right tit and with my other hand to massage
her mound through her panties. I withdrew my finger from her butt and
removed her panties. Her pussy was glistening with her juices and was
swollen with anticipation. I began to kiss her thighs and lick toward
her love-nest. The waiting was more than she could take. She grabbed
my head and forced my face onto her throbbing clit. I licked and
sucked her clit and began finger-fucking her. She began to scream in
climax in just a few seconds.
"Now that you've shown me you're good at this stuff, let me show
you my stuff," she purred. Her dainty hands reached down to my
swollen crotch and she pulled my zipper down, releasing some of the
strain on my cock. She undid my belt and pants and expertly had my
slacks and underwear around my ankles in just seconds. My erect cock
throbbed in mid-air as she rubbed her hands over the shaft of it. The
head of my member grew purple with excitement and a drop of jism
appeared at the opening. She climbed off the desk and knelt between
my legs and ran her tongue over the underside of my shaft. I felt the
tension building in my loins as she licked and kissed my penis and
balls. I began fingering her wet pussy as she took the head of my
dick in her warm mouth. The sensation was almost more than I could
stand. I pulled my cock from her mouth and lifted her onto the desk.
Without a word I mounted her, shoving my dick slowly into her
tight nook. She was moaning under me as I put my cock into her fully.
Her cunt felt like velvet steam, warm and wetly smooth wrapped around
my dick. We pumped at each other for what seemed like hours, our hips
thrusting and swiveling with every stroke. As we fucked, we kissed
deeply, letting our tongues tickle the back of each other's throats.
In our passion we cleared my desk of all the paperwork, the nameplate,
and, with a crash, the telephone and desk lamp. At that moment I
began to fill her with my cum. As I gave her the last few pumps that
my deflating cock could muster, she began to writhe in the fullness of
her orgasm. The pulsating grip of her pussy milked my cock dry and I
pulled out of her. I began fingering her clit and working my fingers
into her sticky cunt. She gasped and in a few minutes was announcing
yet another orgasm with her moaning.
I sat in my chair, spent and sweaty. She began to dress and to
gather the scattered papers. I hurredly straightened my clothing and
helped her pick up the litter of our encounter. She turned and kissed
me fully, then said, "Well, do I get to go to school?" I told her she
didn't seem to need it, that she was one hell of a sex partner. "I
still want to go to sex camp instead of that shit training you want to
send me too. Maybe if you came with me, you'd let me go."
I thought about the idea for only a moment. "Maybe so," I said,
"Okay, you can take leave that week, under one condition." "What's
that?" she asked knowingly. "You have to get me on as an instructor
at this camp you're going to."
"I'll have to call the camp manager to try to set it up. It
could take a while."
"I'll take my chances."
She gave me a peck on the cheek and left my office to go freshen
up. I leaned back in my chair and began to think about May.
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