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Olga, My New Assistant
by Lcozman (lcozman@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Liam needs a new assistant. Olga has lost her job at 
the bank. They find each other, and both are ultimately 
satisfied. (MF, rom)

***

I have written earlier about my experience with 
Tatyana, a young woman I met when she worked in a small 
supermarket here (see Directory 40). It's now been more 
than two years since we spent an incredible night 
together, at the end of which she told me she was 
leaving for Moscow to get married and ask that I never 
try and contact her. Months later she sent me a photo 
of her and a baby, telling me that she would always 
have something to remember me by. Again, she had 
written, don't try and contact her. I have respected 
her wishes, even though I have often longed to know of 
her and what I took to be my son with her.

I continue to work in the post-Soviet country where I 
met Tatyana. I am single and, to be sure, there are 
available women. And I have availed myself, on 
occasion, with the available women. Many of them are 
absolutely beautiful, coming from a wide variety of 
ethnicities – I think they are all beautiful. I 
especially love the young Russian women.

I resigned my diplomatic position some time ago and 
started a business. It is a difficult place to do 
business, full of corruption and red tape and 
antiquated ideas and practices. Still, however, the 
business is doing quite well and I am quiet content 
here. Women are one of the reasons I am content, 
although I try to be discrete and selective. I make 
sure any of the women date understand I have no 
intention of having a long term relationship or, 
especially, getting married.

Occasionally I come in contact with women whom I find 
attractive, but am not really in a position to 
approach.

For instance, there was a young lady – probably about 
26 or 27 I think – who worked at the bank where I have 
my personal account. Her name was Olga. She was the 
equivalent of what we would call a teller. Of the 
handful of tellers at the bank, Olga and one other 
young woman, Vera, (which is another story) were my 
favorites. Olga was always friendly and efficient – 
always with a ready smile – something that one doesn't 
always find here in commercial transactions, where the 
residues of Soviet style, gruff, service-with-a-snide 
are still far too common.

In addition, and not to be discounted in my book, Olga 
was drop-dead gorgeous. She had a body that wouldn't 
quit. Like most of the young women at the bank, she 
often dressed in relatively tight tops and jeans or 
trousers – which usually emphasized her medium-large 
breasts, her toned torso and full, tight bum. She had 
shoulder length blonde hair, which seemed to be her 
natural colour. Going to the bank was always a bit of a 
chore, but the chance to interact with Olga and her 
workmate Vera made it just a little better of an 
experience. There wasn't any hint that Olga was being 
anything but business friendly and there wasn't really 
any way to approach her away from the bank. So, I was 
happy just to occasionally fantasize about what it 
would be like to actully explore her wonderful body. 

But then there came a time whenever I went to the bank 
Olga was not there (Vera had been promoted so I didn't 
deal directly with her any longer). At first I thought 
she may have been on vacation. But after some time, it 
was clear she no longer worked at the bank. With Vera 
having been promoted and Olga no longer working there, 
going to the bank was once again a complete chore.

In my spare time, I had begun working on a book on the 
state of affairs in the post Soviet Union countries. It 
required a lot of research, which was extremely time 
consuming and made my progress very slow.

I had decided I should hire an assistant to help with 
the research and generally organize the increasingly 
massive amount of material I had been gathering. 

Not long after I decided to hire an assistant, I 
happened to see Olga in a shop not far from my office. 
She was really looking hot that day, wearing a tight, 
short-sleeved top and a really short denim skirt. Just 
seeing her made Willy stir a bit in my trousers. She 
recognized me and smiled and I went up to her. "I 
haven't seen you for a while. I guess you no longer 
work at the bank?"

"No. They said they had too many workers and several 
people lost their jobs, including me," she replied. 

"That's too bad," I said. "I think they made a mistake. 
You were very professional and pleasant to deal with. 
What are you doing now?"

Her mood saddened. "Not much, really. I haven't found 
another job yet. I've been looking very hard, but just 
haven't been able to find anything."

Suddenly it dawned on me that maybe Olga would be the 
right person to be my assistant. I knew she spoke 
English well and had at least some computer skills, 
since she used one at the bank. I needed to know a bit 
more about her skills. One thing I knew was that having 
Olga as an assistant would certainly brighten my days. 

"You know, I've been planning on hiring a personal 
assistant to help me with a book project. If you're 
interested, I would like to interview you. You should 
know, though, the job will probably be only for a few 
months, until I finish my research and the manuscript."

She brightened immediately. "Of course, I'm interested! 
When would you like to interview me?"

"How about later today? Why don't you come to my office 
at about six o'clock? If you have a CV bring it with 
you." She agreed immediately, so I gave her directions 
to my office, and told her, "I'm not guaranteeing 
anything, but I would like to interview you."

"I understand," she replied. "But I really appreciate 
the chance to interview. I promise if you do hire me I 
will work really hard."

Speaking of hard, Willy was just about in that state. I 
had to remind myself that I really needed a qualified 
assistant. It was clear that if Willy was making the 
decision, it was already a done deal. As I walked back 
to my office, I tried to keep a clear head about all 
this, but I have to admit lurid thoughts kept flashing 
in my brain.

By five thirty I had dismissed my staff for the day, 
and when the doorbell rang just before six, I felt a 
small surge of excitement. Checking the video monitor, 
I saw that it was, indeed, Olga at the door. I pushed a 
button and the door automatically unlocked to admit 
her.

When she arrived at my office, I could tell she was a 
bit nervous. I was pleased to see she hadn't changed 
clothes and was still wearing the tight top and 
extremely short skirt I'd admired earlier. Actually, I 
hadn't been admiring her clothes, I had been admiring 
how they showcased her "assets."

Once again I reminded myself that Willy couldn't make 
this decision, I would only hire her if she was really 
qualified for the job.

Fortunately, as the interview progressed, I realized 
both my southern brain (Willy) and my northern brain 
were in agreement. She was very qualified for the job. 
I read through her CV and saw she had a solid 
educational background. As we chatted, she became less 
nervous and I found her to be engaging, intelligent and 
with a sense of humour, which is something I value a 
great deal. Our conversation became very comfortable 
and, at times, she revealed a small part of her 
personal life. She wasn't originally from this city, 
having come here to be with a boyfriend, but they had 
broken up several months earlier. She had friends in 
the city, but no family.

Having made my decision, I asked her what her salary 
was at the bank. She gave me a figure that amounted to 
about 100 quid. Not a terrible salary for this city, 
but not all that good. I had budgeted about double that 
amount for my new assistant.

"Well, Olga, I am impressed with your CV and with you, 
and since I have also seen you in a work environment at 
the bank, I am offering you the position as my personal 
assistant. I am prepared to offer you a monthly salary 
of (about £250), and, if you accept you can start as 
soon as you wish, tomorrow even.

She had a sharp intake of breath, and started to smile. 
Then she started to shake all over and tears began to 
stream down her cheeks. "Oh, thank you, thank you," she 
managed to say through her tears. "I promise I'll do a 
good job." 

"I'm sure you will…," I started to say, but I didn't 
think she even heard me. Her tears continued, even as I 
could see she was trying to compose herself, but not 
being very successful. I wasn't exactly sure what to 
do, but I finally tore a few facial tissues from a box 
on my desk and went to sit next to her on the divan 
she'd been sitting on while I interviewed her. 

I began dabbing at her tears and found myself 
instinctively putting my arm around her in an effort to 
calm her. 

"I didn't know what I was going to do," she said, as 
her sobs started to dissipate. "I have no more money. I 
can't pay my rent. I had nowhere to go."

"It's alright," I assured her. "If you need an advance 
on your salary I can give it to you. My new assistant 
needs a place to live and food to eat." 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said again. "I 
really will do a good job for you." Her body hitched a 
couple of times, but she was getting control of 
herself.

"I know you will, I'm sure you will." I repeated. I 
tightened my arm around her shoulders, hugging her 
close to me, actually wanted to comfort her and, in a 
way, feeling good about myself for helping relieve her 
economic misery. Willy wasn't even weighing in on this. 
He also was apparently caught up in Olga's joy and 
relief.

Shyly, Olga looked at me and said, "Have I ruined 
everything by falling apart? You probably don't want an 
assistant who can't control her emotions."

"You haven't ruined anything. I'm glad you're happy," I 
replied, squeezing her shoulders again with my arm.

She continued to look into my eyes, as if she were 
searching for some hidden meaning. I looked back at 
her, directly into her gorgeous, brown eyes. And then, 
as if in some unspoken understanding, we came together. 
Before I knew it, our lips met in what was first a 
tentative kiss, but soon become firmer and more urgent. 
Soon, I parted her lips with my tongue and she 
responded as we began to French kiss with increasing 
passion. I massaged the back of her neck with my right 
hand, gently pushing her head so that her lips were 
even more tightly against mine. 

Passion surged through me and then it was like I went 
on autopilot. I slid my left hand up until I was 
cupping her right breast. Even through her blouse and 
thin bra, I could feel the nub of her nipple, which I 
gently squeezed between my fingers. In response, she 
arched her back slightly, pushing her breast more 
firmly into my hand. She broke our kiss, making a soft 
moaning sound and inhaling noisily. It seemed clear she 
actually wanted this and wasn't just going along with 
it. I mean, I had already given her the job before we 
started this. With this affirmation of her growing 
lust, I moved my hand to the top of her blouse and 
began slowly, one by one, to unbutton it.

After three buttons were free, her bra was exposed and 
I reached in and again fondled her right breast, now 
with only the thin cloth of the bra between my hand and 
her bare breast. I tweaked her nipple, which rose 
prominently, poking through the material of her bra. I 
moved my hand over to her left breast, squeezing it 
gently and softly pinching the nipple.

I returned to the buttons on her blouse and finished 
opening it while at the same time she unbuttoned the 
cuffs of her sleeves, now eager to contribute to my 
efforts. I reached under the opened blouse with my 
right hand and caressed her back. When I reached the 
band of material that was her bra strap I fumbled for a 
moment with the hooks, but soon they came free. Olga 
did not hesitate, pulling off her blouse and shrugging 
off her bra. 

For the first time I had full view of the breasts I had 
fantasized about for so long. I was not disappointed. 
They were full and firm, with no sag. Her nipples were 
erect and about the size of the tip of my little 
finger. Immediately my hand was over them, rubbing, 
fondling, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

"Yes!" she gasped. "It feels so good." She arched her 
back and moaned, "suck my nipples!" she pleaded.

Her wish was my command and I hungrily leaned down and 
began sucking her nipples, fondling one breast with my 
hand while I orally feasted on the other, switching 
back and forth. She responded by reaching down and 
rubbing my cock through my trousers. Willy was 
definitely back in the game. This time it was me who 
groaned with pleasure.

As I continued to fondle and suck her breasts, she 
began to lower the zipper on my trousers. When my 
zipper reached bottom, she reached in and freed my 
cock. Freed from confinement, it poked stiffly into the 
air. She looked down at my prick and then up into my 
eyes. A slight smiled showed on her lips as she reached 
down and encircled my throbbing hardness with the long, 
slim fingers of her right hand. A jolt of pleasure shot 
through me as I leaned back and watched her grip my 
rod. It was something I had fantasized about many 
times.

As she slowly squeezed and rubbed my shaft she used her 
other hand to unbutton my shirt. As she continued 
ministering to my cock she leaned against me and began 
rubbing her firm tits against my chest. Both of us were 
now gasping with pleasure. I rubbed her back, pulling 
her even more tightly against my chest. She moaned and 
pressed her lips against mine. Soon we were again 
fiercely exchanging tongues. 

Then she broke our kiss and looked up into my eyes with 
a small, impish smile. All the while looking into my 
eyes, she continued to open my shirt. As she did, she 
began kissing her way down my chest, pausing to flick 
her tongue over my nipples, and then nipping at them 
lightly with her lips. A shudder of pleasure ran 
through my entire body.

She continued down, and soon enough, had my shirt 
completely unbuttoned. She began flicking her tongue at 
my navel while she reached for my belt buckle and 
unfastened it. Then she turned her attention to my 
fully-exposed, fully-engorged cock. She grasped it 
lightly and, again looking into my eyes with small 
smile, flicked the tip of my rod, licking off a small 
drop of pre-cum. Slowly she encircled the head with her 
lips, swishing her tongue around the tip. Gradually, 
she slid her lips further down my shaft until she had 
more than half of it inside her hot, moist mouth.

She began to give me one of the hottest blow jobs I 
have ever received, pumping my dick in and out of her 
mouth, with her lips tightly gripping my throbbing rod. 
Pleasure coursed through my body as I moaned softly. 
Every few seconds she would slow her rhythm and shove 
her mouth down until she had me fully inside. She was 
one of the few women I had ever been with who truly 
deep-throated me. 

All the while I was reaching down to squeeze her 
breasts and rubbing her back and neck with my other 
hand. 

With her devoted ministrations to my dick I knew I 
wouldn't last long, and sure enough, after only a few 
minutes, I could feel the core of pleasure forming in 
my balls and threatening to break loose. I thought it 
was only fair to warn her that I was at the tipping 
point and it would only be a matter of seconds before 
hot jizz shot through the tip of my joint.

"I'm going to come, baby," I groaned. "I can't help it, 
I'm going to shoot."

She reacted by redoubling her efforts, bobbing her head 
furiously up and down over my cock and gripping it more 
tightly with her lips. With a loud groan I made good on 
my promise. Pleasure pulsed through my core and a hot 
stream of cum shot out of my shaft into her throat, 
followed by another and then another. She didn't miss a 
beat, continuing to suck the cream out of my cock, 
swallowing each jet of come. As my orgasmic spasms 
began to subside, she slowed her tempo until she was 
gently sucking my shrinking cock, still completely 
inside her mouth. After a while, she let it slowly slip 
from her mouth, and she began licking my shaft clean.

I leaned back against the divan, feeling as spent as 
I've ever felt. She finished her oral cleansing of my 
now flaccid member and rose up and kissed my lips 
fiercely, shoving her tongue into my mouth so that I 
could taste the remnants of my own cum. Then she pulled 
away and sat up, a true smile of what appeared to be 
achievement on her face. I responded with my own smile, 
hoping she would understand it as a smile of 
contentment and gratitude.

My trousers had slid down my legs and were pooled 
around my feet. I lifted each foot out of them and 
kicked them off to the side of the room, now naked 
except for my unbuttoned shirt, which Olga pulled off 
of me. Now, I was completely naked, but she was not. 
She remedied the situation by unbuttoning her skirt and 
pulling it off – along with her panties – until she was 
also completely bare, except for her stockings, which 
she also quickly pulled off.

Her body was every bit as stunning as I had thought it 
would be. I helped her to get off the divan for a 
moment, while I pulled a shelf from the bottom that 
made the divan into a full size bed – complete with 
clean sheets and a blanket.

Together, we lay down on the bed and held each other 
close. As we again begin kissing, I ran my hand over 
her back and down to her arse. Then I moved her to a 
position where she was lying on her back, which gave me 
full view and access to the front of her body, those 
glorious breasts, her flat torso, gorgeous legs and, 
yes, the center of her womanhood.

We continued to kiss as I ran my hand down her body, 
caressing her breasts, her stomach and her legs, moving 
ever closer to the cleft between her legs. Finally, I 
put the palm of my hand over her pudenda, and gently 
began rubbing her there. This brought another sharp 
intake of breath from her, followed by a low moan. She 
arched her body to press herself more firmly against my 
hand.

I broke our kiss and began sliding my lips down her 
body, gently licking and sucking her nipples, which 
caused her to increase her moaning and squirm even 
harder against my hand. I began gently rubbing her clit 
with my fingers as I continued down, flicking my tongue 
in her navel and licking ever downward. Olga then made 
it clear she knew what I intended to do, and that she 
wanted no more delay. She placed her hands on top of my 
head and pushed me toward her pussy, spreading her legs 
wide. I slid down and positioned my face between her 
legs. Her pussy wasn't shaved bald, but her pubic hair 
was trimmed very short, not hiding the cleft of her 
sex. She truly was a natural blonde.

I began licking her slit and flicking her clit with the 
tip of my tongue. Olga squirmed and arched herself 
against me. I varied my pace, sometimes slowly running 
the tip of my tongue up and down and then more firmly 
licking, especially on her little button. She began to 
pant and shudder, "yes, yes, yes," she groaned. "Yes, 
please, more, faster!" She undulated against my tongue, 
rubbing herself against me.

Soon I could tell she was coming close to climax and I 
redoubled my efforts. Suddenly, she inhaled, sharply 
arched her back and screamed. She humped against my 
mouth furiously and then froze as her orgasm plowed 
through her body. Finally, she went completely limp and 
sank onto the bed exhausted, mewling quietly. Catching 
her breath. Her eyes were closed and her face was 
flushed. I gave her clit one last flick, which caused 
her body to jerk. "No more. Not now. Please." I raised 
up and kissed her nipples and briefly on her lips, then 
rolled over and lay beside her.

I pulled a blanket over us and she snuggled against me. 
Both of us dozed off for a short time.

I woke up with the very pleasant feeling of Olga's slim 
fingers encircling Willy, gently rubbing and squeezing. 
It was not long before my shaft began stiffening. Soon, 
it was once again hard. Almost painfully so.

She rolled me on my back and climbed on top of me. Soon 
she was sliding up and down against my body, rubbing 
her breasts against my chest. I could feel the heat and 
moistness of her pussy lips sliding up and down my 
raging boner. Then she lifted her ass, reached behind 
her and encircled my cock with her fingers. She guided 
it to the entrance to her pussy and slowly began to 
slide down my rod, slowly taking me into her hot, tight 
tunnel. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

She looked into my eyes and smiled as she began to hump 
my rod, lifting herself until only the tip was inside 
her, then sliding down until I was completely engulfed 
in her. She sat up and placed the palms of her hands on 
my chest and began working her hips back and forth on 
my penis, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone. I 
placed my hands over her breasts, rubbing and squeezing 
them, lightly pinching her nipples. 

I joined her rhythm by thrusting my dick into her as 
she pushed up and down it. I started to feel the 
pressure building inside my balls and flipped Olga over 
onto her back. I began powerfully thrusting into her 
tight box, still between strokes to rub against her 
clit. By this time, we were both panting and moaning. 
She was rolling her head back and forth and meeting 
each of my strokes with a thrust of her own. A low 
growl began deep in her throat, ending with her 
panting, "fuck me , fuck me harder, fuck me faster!"

I pounded into her until I felt an orgasm that seemed 
to start in my toes and spread throughout my body, 
resulting in a powerful jet of semen shooting out of my 
dick and deep into her cunny. At the same time she 
screamed, "yes, yes, shoot into me! I'm coming" I'm 
coming!" We ground our crotches together until both of 
our orgasmic spasms started to weaken and then finally 
cease. I kissed her firmly and then rolled off and lay 
next to her.

After a while, I told her we would need to soon get 
ready to leave, before the office cleaning lady 
arrived, but that we had time for a quick shower first 
(my office had originally been built to be a house and 
had a kitchen and full bath). I went into the bathroom 
and started the shower, getting the temperature 
adjusted. Soon she joined me and we stood under the 
spray together, soaping and rinsing each other. She 
paid special attention to Willy and before I new it he 
was once again stiff and reporting for duty. Olga 
giggled and crouched down and took my dick into her 
mouth while the spray cascaded over us. 

Soon I reached under her arms and brought her standing, 
then turned her around and bent her over slightly so 
that she was leaning against the shower wall. I entered 
her from behind and began thrusting into her while 
reaching around and rubbing her clit. Before long we 
both came once again, this time truly spent. We 
finished showering and then took our time drying each 
other off.

We both then dressed, but since it would take some time 
for her hair to dry, I went into the kitchen and 
prepared a plate of cheese and crackers and cracked 
open a bottle of chilled white wine. We nibbled on the 
cheese and cracker and sipped our wine while we chatted 
about her duties as my new assistant. We agreed that I 
would provide her with a computer and Internet access 
and she could work from her apartment. Each day we 
would communicate by telephone and email about her 
work.

Three times a week, I suggested she come to my office 
in the evening, so that we could go over her progress. 
Once and a while, I suggested, we may need to have an 
all night "work" session at my home. She readily 
agreed.

She had told me she would do a good job. It certainly 
seemed that would be true.

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