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This is a new story by me. My two previous postings had favorable
reviews, so here's another. Email me or visit my web site
http://members.xoom.com/ShadowCleric.
Thanks!
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WARNING
Not to be read by persons under 18. You have been warned!
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Julie
By Shadow Cleric
I find few things as intimidating as the first day at new job. And this
was a big job. I'd finally broken through and made it to executive
status. My years of sweat and hard work had paid off and now I was
calling the shots. My new company was friendly from the top down. It was
the kind of dream company that you thought only existed in our parent's
day and age. At any rate I walked in that morning inwardly tense, but
outwardly calm. The receptionist recognized me from the interviews and
gave me directions to my office. Man, it felt good to think that: MY
office! It wasn't huge, but it was mine nonetheless. I dropped my
briefcase and fired up my PC. I had a few ideas on what to get started
on from my correspondence with the VP of operations. I was startled out
of my single-mindedness when a small, high-pitched voice called my name.
"Mr. Williams?"
"Yes?"
"I'm Julie West, your secretary."
A secretary? No one mentioned that! I appraised her quickly. Short,
around 5'4". She was thin with short black hair and glasses. Normally I
didn't go for thin girls, but she struck me as very sexy. She had on
white nylons, black mini-skirt that wrapped her tightly. A loose white
blouse and smart black pumps. I quickly snapped back to reality.
"I didn't know I had a secretary."
"Well you'll need one," she quipped back with a smile. "Now I've got all
the personell records for your review. You'll probably want to go
through them before you meet your staff."
"Yes, of course. Thank you."
She dropped the files on my desk, and stood there. I stared at her for a
moment, then realized.
"Sorry. That'll be all."
She turned and started out of the office.
"Oh Julie!"
"Yes?"
"Call me Mike. Mr. Williams makes me feel old."
With that she left. I noticed out my window that her desk was right next
to my door. She seemed nice, a little uptight, but nice. I settled in to
read the files she'd brought me. My staff was the usual bunch of techie
geeks. Nothing out of the ordinary. The last file was Julie's. She was
26, just a few years younger than myself. She'd graduated high in her
class, performed excellent in this job, and had a glowing letter of
recommendation from a previous employer. With such high credentials, I
wondered what was holding her back. I kept reading. It seems I'm not the
only curious one. My predessor had commented on her needing a saftey
net. Not enough confidence to function on her own. Familiar with that
handicap, I knew we'd get along well.
***
The first few weeks passed fairly uneventfully. But as time wore on, new
duties and responsibilities came my way. Pretty soon I was spending long
hours at work alone. Then I noticed Julie staying later and later.
Pretty soon it was 8 to 8 for both of us. I came in one Saturday, and to
my surprise, she was there before me!
"Julie, you really don't have to do this. It's my job, go home and enjoy
yourself!"
"Well, the fact is, I've got nothing better to do."
"Me too," I said touching her shoulder, "Ain't that sad."
We both laughed and got right to work. She set up on a table in my
office and we chatted while we worked. It made the whole day go by
quickly. We were getting to the bottom of our piles, when I heard her
groan.
"What's up?"
"Oh these damn reports. They never seem to come out right!"
I walked over and started massaging her neck. After about 30 seconds I
stopped, sexual harrassment headlines flashing through my head.
"Oh don't stop!"
"Well, I just didn't, I mean, you know."
"Don't stop," she said emphatically, almost sexually.
I proceeded to rub her more. She had on a loose tank-top, dark blue with
white shorts. I could feel she wasn't wearing a bra, not that she needed
one. Her breasts were small but firm. She took her glasses off and I
deepend my massage. I wasn't sure what it was doing to her, but it was
turning me on. Her skin was velvety and supple. My cock swelled with the
thought of taking my secretary, right here, right now. I pushed her
tank-top straps aside, with only the intention of furthering the
massage, but her thin body was smaller than the shirt and the straps
fell over her shoulders and down. I watched in half-terror
half-fascination as they kept falling, exposing her bosom to me. I
froze, panic striken. I could feel my cock shrink with terror. But she
only said:
"Please...Don't stop."
Her words galvanized me into action. My hands slid down her smooth arms
and up her flat stomach. I then rolled my fingers under her breasts and
around them. She leaned back, arching herself to me. I squeezed and
massaged her small globes, rubbing her erect nipples between my fingers.
The back of her head presed into my swollen member. I was on fire. It'd
been so long since I'd made love to a woman, but it was never this
forbidden, never this taboo. I wanted her so badly. I spun her seat
around and lifted her up. She was small and thin, so I manuevered her
quite easily. She wrapped her legs about me tightly as we locked in a
heated embrace. My hands were all over her tight ass, squeezing and
sampling her buttocks one at a time, then both. She started unbuttoning
my shirt and made quick work of it. Soon our naked chests were against
each other. I laid her out on the table, her eyes hungrily locked on me.
I pulled at her shorts, desperate to have her naked. Her shorts came off
easily, and to my delight, not only was she not wearing panties, but was
fully shaven.
"Oh you sweet thing. Are you out of a dream?"
"Maybe."
And without another word I bent down to feast upon her hairless cunt. I
made no attempt at niceties, her pussy was smooth and delicious. I bored
my tongue into her making her squeal with delight. Soon her squeals were
grunts, then screams as her hot juices cascaded over my tongue.
Not letting her catch her breath, I dropped my pants, and pulled her
hips to mine. Her body was limp in my arms as I pulled her up and forced
myself into her. She let out a soft moan as I pressed my full length
down her wet hole. She was tight from her first orgasm, but I wanted to
make it last. Pressing her against the wall, we kissed and fucked each
other madly. She gave in to another orgasm, just as I exploded my seed
into her tiny body. She shook with explosive delight as the last of her
bliss left her. We held each other tight as night fell and the office
darkened.
End.
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