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Without Limits
by Renata von Foetze (von_foetze@mail.com)

***

A secretary surprises with her out of office skills. 
(M+/F, oral, cons, rom)

***

Sometimes a person can stumble onto a good thing that 
they otherwise don't deserve. In my case, it was my 
secretary Patricia Newell. She was twenty years old and 
had just graduated from a secretary college. Trish (as 
she preferred to be called) was a skillful secretary and 
I came to depend on her. She took dictation well, is 
capable in shorthand and a fast typist. 

She had other skills; such as, taking my phone calls, 
keeping my schedule up to date (a real lifesaver for 
me), filing, and keeping my coffee cup filled. She was 
even willing to get our lunches (of course, I paid for 
us both) as well as dropping off and picking up my dry 
cleaning. I admit that I enjoyed her old-fashioned ways.

I never hit on her and she never came on to me. This is 
not to say, I didn't think about it now and then. She 
was pretty with curly brunette hair that was always 
nicely styled, plus large, liquid brown eyes that seem 
to sparkle whenever she smiled, which she did 
frequently. 

She wasn't very tall, nor did she have a Playboy figure; 
however, her curves were sufficiently fetching that 
men's eyes followed her as she went about her tasks, her 
skirts gently swished around her legs. She always 
dressed in skirts and a blouse. She wore nylon stockings 
with colors to blend with her skirt; they were either 
stay-ups or she wore a garter belt, at least I often 
noticed the suspenders. On her feet, she wore heels – 
two or three inches high.

***

She became more of a good thing after she'd been with me 
for about six months. This new goodness began when I 
left work as normal for a Friday night. I was halfway 
out the front door when I realized I forgot some papers 
I wanted to work on over the weekend. I skipped the 
elevator and ran up the stairs to the third floor. Most 
of the floor's lighting was off or dimmed except for my 
boss's office. I figured now would be a good time to 
discuss some things with him.

His door was not fully closed and curious noises could 
be heard as I reached for the door knob. I paused and 
peeked through the crack. Wilson sat on the edge of the 
front of his desk with his pants around his ankles and 
he leaned back on his hands. A female whose breasts were 
bare knelt between his legs, noisily sucking on his 
cock. I watched a few seconds before I realized it the 
female is Trish.

Quietly, I backed away from the door and went to my 
office. I turned on my desk lamp and sat down. I didn't 
know what to make of what I saw. I knew that Wilson 
George had a thing for young women, but I never would 
have thought that Trish could...of course; she must be 
looking for a promotion of some sort.

I decided to wait for her to come out, more curious than 
upset. She hadn't ever appeared to be the type. In the 
meantime, I fished out the papers I came back for and 
put them in my brief case. I grabbed some things in my 
in-box and looked them over, signed a couple of letters 
that Trish finished and put them aside. I kept checking 
Wilson's door and the wall clock.

Twenty minutes later, Trish came out, turned back to say 
something that I couldn't hear and began to head my way. 
She stopped when she must have noticed the light on in 
my office. She looked around and then slowly walked to 
my door and knocked.

"Come in, Trish. Have a seat."

Hesitantly she came in and sat down in the chair across 
from me. With a weak smile, she said, "I, err, was, um."

As sternly as I could, I said, "I know what you were 
doing." She blanched and looked at her hands twisting in 
her lap. "I suppose you were working on a promotion?"

Her head snapped up to look at me in surprise. She was 
red in her face. "No sir, that's not it. I'm quite happy 
working for you, Mr. Harnett. You're a wonderful boss."

"Did he pressure you to do that? You can file a sexual 
harassment charge."

"No, sir, he did not. Oh, this is so embarrassing. I 
might as well just come out and say it. I like it. I 
like sex. I enjoy sucking cock. I love to fuck. It feels 
so good."

I sat back in my chair. I wondered if these words were 
really spoken by my extremely demure secretary. I leaned 
forward again. "I never would have known. I'm not sure I 
understand."

"I'm not sure I do either. But I've been like this for a 
long time. Mr. Harnett, please don't fire me. I like my 
job. I won't do Mr. George anymore or anyone else in the 
office if that is what you want of me."

I was half way listening to her as I thought she must 
have quite a story to tell. I waited a bit after she was 
finished talking before I smiled and said, "I have no 
intention of firing you as my secretary. You do a very 
good job as my secretary. Why don't I take you out for 
dinner and we can talk some more."

Her eyes reflected caution and she paused a long second 
before she said, "Okay, that would be nice, I guess."

***

I took her to my favorite men's club. It was quiet, not 
overly lit up nor crowded. The maitre d' took us to my 
favorite table behind a column next to the wall with a 
tall planter next to the column. A half wall with a box 
of tall plants on top was on the other side. We sat next 
to each other on the curved bench seat. The waitress, in 
her sheer white blouse, tiny black skirt, black lacy 
stockings and very high heels, handed us menus and took 
our drink order.

Trish's eyes were wide open as she looked over the menu. 
After some time went by she lowered the menu, looked 
over at me and said, "This is beyond me. I'm not even 
sure what some of the items are on this menu and there 
are no prices."

I smiled a bit devilishly. I now had some measure of her 
experience. I took her menu and said, "Perhaps I should 
order for you. What kind of foods do you like?"

"Um, er, I guess something simple would do. Chicken is 
always good. I like hamburgers and pizza. Oh, and 
Mexican food is good also."

I laughed and said, "I think I know just the thing."

The waitress brought our drinks and an appetizer of 
vegetables and broiled chicken and beef pieces with 
dipping sauces. "Are you ready to order, sir.

"Yes. We will have the Cognac Sauce Pepper Steak with 
the Caramelized onion salad with toasted hazelnuts. I 
think number six on the wine list will do well."

She smiled at me, whether due to my choices or my 
confident way or, more likely, the look on Trish's face, 
I'm not sure. She dipped a simple curtsey and said, 
"Very good, sir."

I watched her walk away for a few seconds. She had 
fantastic legs topped by a perfect ass. The rest of her 
matched up equally well. All the waitresses in the place 
could have been Playboy centerfolds. I also knew they 
were expensive dates. I turned to the star struck Trish. 
"Help yourself to the hor d'oeuvres."

She sipped her Champagne cocktail and her eyes lit up. 
"How do I eat them, Mr. Harnett?"

"Use your fork to pick up one, dip it in one of the 
sauces and pop it into your mouth. You do know how to 
chew don't you?" She gave me 'give me a break' look and 
began to pick out what she wanted. 

I laughed and said in contrition, "Sorry, I was just 
teasing. I want to know more about these urges you have 
and how long you've had them."

"Now? I'd much rather enjoy this terrific food, sir."

"Alright, I'll make a deal with you. Come home with me 
after we eat and you can tell me all about it there."

***

Trish surprised me with the way she packed the food 
away. She finished her twelve ounce steak, the salad and 
two dinner rolls. She followed that with a large slice 
of apple pie a la mode for dessert. In between I found 
out that she lived by herself in a studio apartment, her 
father died years earlier and her mother lives with her 
brother's family in another state. The rest of her life 
story, other than this sex fetish of hers, was in the 
company personnel files.

She put an arm in mine as we waited for my car to come 
around. On the way to my two bedroom, high rise 
apartment, she told me what she likes to read on her 
Kindle – cowboy romances by someone named E. Ayers – her 
favorite music – old jazz and big band, which took me by 
surprise – and some movies and TV shows she liked. She 
also liked to watch foot ball, never had a steady boy 
friend and lost her virginity at her senior prom. She 
was an open book, yet, in a strange fashion, seemed a 
model of modesty.

Once we were inside my apartment, she decided to roam 
through all my rooms. I heard her check out my medicine 
cabinet and look into my linen closet. In the kitchen 
she investigated the contents of my refrigerator, wine 
cabinet and a couple of my cabinets. 

I waited in my recliner for her to finish her 
explorations. She returned to the living room and 
plopped down on the floor in front of me, sat cross-
legged in Amerindian fashion and looked at me in 
anticipation. I poured her a glass of wine from the 
crystal decanter. "Are you comfortable?" 

She sipped the wine, smiled and jovially said, "Yes sir. 
So you want my sexual history, right?" I nodded. 
"Alright, I was born two years after my brother. When I 
was two, we were left alone to play together because my 
mom had an at-home job using her computer. My father ran 
off when I was one, by the way. My brother, Jimmy, was 
our play time leader. He decided whichever games we were 
to play. Mostly we played with his cars and trucks. One 
day when I was three, he kissed me on the cheek. By his 
new rule, I had to kiss him back. As the days went by, 
we spent more time kissing. Then he expanded the games 
to kissing each other's feet, elbows, tummies, etc."

She paused to sip her wine. She looked at me to see if I 
was paying attention. Frankly, I didn't know whether she 
was telling the truth or just spinning a tale. She 
coughed as if to get my attention and began again. 

"It was some time after Christmas that he first kissed 
my private area. Of course I had to kiss his. So I 
kissed his little weenie. One day I put it in my mouth 
and sucked on it. He made happy noises when I did. I 
liked it as well, it felt good that I could make him 
happy. After that we'd included kissing our privates 
three or four times a day. Then he went to kindergarten 
and I was left home alone with Mom. Those days I 
couldn't wait for him to come home from school."

She took another pause to sip her wine. I topped off her 
glass and mine. "I was upset when the weather became 
nice and Jimmy wanted to go out to play with his new 
school friends. It was even worse when summer vacation 
started until one day it rained all day. 

"He brought two friends home to play. It wasn't long 
before the kissing game started. They kissed my privates 
and I sucked their weenies. We were just kids and didn't 
know any better. Later, one of the mothers came to our 
apartment and told my mother about our kissing games. 
That was the end of the games, except once in a while 
when Jimmy and I were alone and couldn't sleep."

It was time fir her to sip more wine. She looked 
intensely at my face. "Do you really find this 
interesting?"

"So far it's okay. Is there more to this?"

She smiled sweetly. "Oh yes, but we have to jump to my 
senior year in high school. My mom had a real job in an 
office ever since I was in the sixth grade. We weren't 
allowed to have friends come to the house unless she was 
home. I could not even have my girl friends over. Things 
changed when I had some boyfriends. Well, it wasn't very 
different until my eighteenth birthday party. My Mom 
went to do some shopping while the apartment was filled 
with my friends. She stayed out so we could have fun 
without a chaperone. I never understood why she did 
that.

She paused to take a sip of wine. She glanced at me, 
smile and continued her story. "One of the boys got us 
started playing truth and dare games. I wound up in a 
closet with two boys and had to give them a blow job. 
First time I had a penis in my mouth in years. It still 
felt good, but there was one difference. They filled my 
mouth with cum. I loved the feel and taste of it when I 
swallowed. I felt the power I had when I could make them 
cum. 

I wanted to do it again, but all the other girls went 
"Eww" and said it was too gross. So I learned I had to 
be circumspect when giving head. I did it as often as I 
could. Many times I'd do it in the high school's boy's 
rooms. One time I did the whole baseball team when they 
won the league championship. I did all eighteen guys. I 
was popular with the boys, but I only had two girl 
friends by that time. They were the ones who got me 
interested in having real sex with boys."

She took a large drink of her wine and I refilled her 
glass. She looked up at me with a curious smile and 
asked, "Shall I continue?" 

I said, "Please do."

"The next big event for me was the senior prom. The star 
baseball pitcher asked me to go with him. There was no 
question that I would. I had a great time at the prom. I 
gave head to eight guys in the lavatories. After the 
prom was over, a bunch of us went to the lake. That's 
when I lost my cherry, to my date and two other guys. 
That was even better than giving head. 

"After that I went on plenty of dates, although I 
decided I needed two rules; no sex outdoors or inside a 
car and always use a condom. I carried some with me 
whenever I went on a date. I went to one motel so often, 
I eventually got a discount. Sometimes I was with one 
guy, sometimes with more than one. I learned that I 
enjoyed sucking one guy while another pounded my pussy. 
I hosted a few gang bangs. I think the most I ever did 
in one evening was seven, maybe eight. My puss was 
pretty sore after that night.

"When the summer ended, a lot of the guys went away to 
college and a few went into the military and others got 
married. I still had some weekend dates, but mostly I 
concentrated on my own school work. I even went to 
classes during the summer session. I took every course I 
could. I loved the idea of becoming a secretary. I 
graduated with the highest grade point average in my 
class. Then I got the job with you."

I kept a straight face pretending I wasn't the least bit 
shocked. "Have you done Mr. George often?"

She giggled. "That was the first time. It was the first 
time I did anyone in the office. I would love to do you, 
if you thought it would be alright."

I smiled at the thought, but I had a couple more 
questions. "Have you ever had sex for money?"

She looked horrified when she said, "Never! That's 
prostitution. I would never be a prostitute. I do it 
only if it is fun."

"It can be very rewarding as well as fun."

She gave me a shy smile and said, "Well... I accepted 
gifts every so often, but I never asked for anything."

"Have you ever had anal intercourse?"

She hugged herself, scrunched up her face and said, "I 
tried it once, but it hurt. Is that what you want from 
me?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm just asking questions. You 
told me you did more than one person at a time and you 
liked a gangbang. Is there anything else you like?"

She grinned. "I like the restaurant you took me to. I 
like to go clubbing once in a while or the movies. At 
home I read a lot and watch some TV. It's not a very 
exciting life."

"One more question. Have you ever had sex with one or 
more females?"

She turned red in the face. "I guess I have to be honest 
with you. I was friends with a girl in secretary school. 
We had sex a couple of times. She had to teach me how 
girls have sex. It was nice because she knew how to make 
me really come. But she is the only one."

"Alright, would you please stand up and remove all your 
clothes?"

She became scared I think, at least she had a frightened 
look. "Excuse me. Why should I do that?"

"I'm not interested in hurting you. I only want to see 
what you look like without clothes."

To my slight surprise, she unfolded herself and stood 
up. She took off her blouse and undid her bra then 
carefully folded them and put them on a chair. She 
already had her shoes off. She undid her skirt and let 
it fall to the floor then bent over to pull off her 
rather plain cotton panties and ordinary pantyhose. They 
were neatly folded and added to her other clothes. 
Without me asking, she slowly pivoted in a circle.

She had firm but small tits with puffy areolas. Her 
nipple was engorged at the moment and her chest began to 
turn a darker pink. Her mound was covered in dark curls. 
Her labia hid under her torso. I had a better view of 
them when her back was towards me and she bent forward a 
little. Her pussy length was short. Her hips and ass 
were rounded nicely and she looked very tight which was 
a surprise considering her proffered history.

"Very lovely, although I think you might trim your pubes 
a little more. By the way have you ever had an STD?" 

"I never have, because even although I'm on the pill, I 
always use a rubber when I have intercourse, except that 
very first time on prom night. I knew a girl in high 
school who got the clap and I promised myself that I 
would never have unprotected sex again. My nurse did 
tell me that unless there is a sore in my mouth or on 
whatever body part my mouth touches, I won't get 
anything so I give head bareback if the guy is clean."

I smiled and said, "I'm having a few fellows over for a 
card game tomorrow night. How would you like to serve us 
food and drinks plus provide some entertainment?" 

She looked puzzled yet very fetching as she stood there, 
arms folded under her breasts and without any clothes. 
"What do you mean by entertainment?"

"I mean you can do that which you enjoy so much. Give 
blow jobs and spread your legs and be watched as you do 
so. If you enjoy it, I also have a football party on 
Sunday that you can also be a part."

She giggled. She has a cute giggle. Her nipples looked 
rock hard and her blush continued down to her mound and 
thighs. "I thought you just wanted to get laid this 
evening. Okay, I'll give it a try. Now what happens?"

"Now you can come over here and give me one of your blow 
jobs. I want you to stay overnight if you will. 
Tomorrow, I am going to take you to some stores for some 
new clothes."

"Ooh, I like that idea."

"First, I would like a sample of your sucking ability. 
Come over here and show me."

***

He watched me as I crawled on all fours towards him. I 
knew he'd like the way my cute little derriere waggled. 
His face lit up in a bigger smile, probably in 
anticipation. When I reached him, I got up on my knees, 
undid his belt, pulled down the zipper and carefully 
fished out his engorged cock.

It was a lovely cock. I knew I would enjoy him. I used 
one hand to wrap around his shaft and used the other to 
cup his balls. A drop of pre cum leaked out of his slit 
and I bent forward to catch it on the tip of my tongue. 
He groaned. I sighed with the pleasure of the slightly 
salty taste.

I used my hand around the shaft to slide up and down 
before I took his purplish cock head into my mouth and 
used my tongue to wash the head and along its sensitive 
ridge. Then let him go so I could lick the under part of 
his shaft. He groaned again. I smiled inside. I love it 
when I can make a guy groan like that. It is such a 
power trip.

More pre cum was leaking from the slit. With my hand I 
spread the almost colorless liquid around his head. I 
used my mouth to cover his cock head and slurped it into 
my hungry mouth. His body shivered as the wet warmth of 
my mouth and tongue closed over his cock. It leaped as 
if it had a life of its own in response to my 
ministrations. I had to stifle another giggle.

***

My anticipation increased and realized I was ready to 
explode. My cock thickened and my body stiffened. Toes 
painfully curled and my breathing became raspy. I 
managed to grunt a warning. "I'm gonna cum."

The tightening of my balls and the swelling of my cock 
was the signal for the ejaculate to flow through my 
shaft, up to the slit and to jet into her warm, wet and 
adept mouth. She struggled to swallow it as each jet 
filled her, but she was well practiced. She took it all 
and swallowed without a losing a drop. 

Trish kept cum from my final shots inside her mouth as 
she sucked me dry. Then she pulled off my cock, looked 
up at me with shiny eyes and opened her mouth to show me 
a spoonful of cum on her tongue. Then she swallowed it 
and immediately used her tongue to clean my head and 
shaft. She sat back on her heels and waited for my next 
move.

When my heart beat slowed and breathing became more 
normal, I pulled her up into my lap and embraced her. 
She leaned in to kiss me and I tasted myself on her 
lips. The smell of cum in her mouth began to arouse me 
once more. She pulled away enough to grab my glass of 
wine. She took a sip and then held the glass to my lips. 
I gratefully emptied the glass.

Trish put the empty glass on the table before she 
cuddled up to me. "Did you like that, sir?"

"I did and very much so. You are very talented. By the 
way, my name is Ted. You can call me by my first name 
when we're not in the office."

"I'd rather not, sir. I might use it at the wrong time 
and place by accident. I will call you Mr. Harnett or 
sir."

"That's fine with me."

I turned on the TV and clicked on the Big Band channel. 
We cuddled and caressed each other, me in my clothes and 
she, still naked. I found her pointy little tits 
fascinating. I couldn't keep my hands off them. I teased 
her nipples, tugged on them and lightly pinched them. I 
was surprised when she sighed deeply and quivered. My 
nipple play apparently gave her a small orgasm.

After an hour of such play, I wanted more of her. I 
carried her into my bedroom and laid her on my bed. She 
lay there with a lecherous smile and waited. I stripped 
down, rolled on a condom and crawled over her. We had 
spent over an hour of foreplay so we were ready. She was 
very wet. Her breasts and nipples were engorged. Her 
outer labia unfolded as she spread her legs wide.

I slipped my arms under her knees and pushed them 
towards her breasts. I ran my cock though her wet valley 
from bottom to top. I was so desirous to take her that 
my cock found her entrance lickety-split. I slid in 
slowly and paused. I'm not equipped like the porn stars, 
but I am built thick. I gave her time to get used to me. 
I needn't have bothered. I slowly pushed inside her. She 
had no problem accepting my length and thickness.

She sighed when my pubic bone rubbed against her clit. I 
wanted to sigh as well. Huskily she whispered, "Fuck me 
good, sir. You won't hurt me." I increased the speed of 
my thrusts. Good grief, she was good. Her vaginal 
muscles gripped me as I pushed inside then massaged my 
cock as I pulled back. I knew I would likely not last 
for very long. 

She made little high pitched 'uh, uh, uh' noises as she 
met my thrusts. I concentrated on not ejaculating too 
soon. I wanted us to both come close together. Her 
noises reached a higher pitch and I could feel my balls 
tighten. I hoped she would come soon. 

"Yes, oh god, yes, go faster. Feels good, sir. Uh, uh, 
I'm coming." She wasn't loud but she kept repeating her 
words like a whispered prayer or chant. I could feel her 
legs tremble and her body fluttered. I knew she was 
close to her peak. When she stiffened, I did also and we 
almost came simultaneously. I barked out, "I'm coming." 
She answered with a groan. I exploded inside her and 
filled the condom with cum.

I didn't know it right away, but she shot a small bit of 
cum back on me. I've had some good sex in my time, but 
this time seemed especially fine. We collapsed together, 
her legs fell down and my legs relaxed. I managed to 
roll over onto my back carrying her with me so that she 
rested atop me. She kissed, sucked and nipped my tiny 
pink nipples. Damn, but it felt so good. I rubbed her 
back and ass cheeks.

In a very short time, I was hard again. Trish seemed to 
also be raring to go as well. She squirmed over me until 
she was kneeling between my legs. She began to stroke my 
cock before she lowered her mouth around it to impress 
me once again with her magic mouth. My cock was so hard 
that I thought it might become a permanent stiffee.

She was a dynamo in action. Before I was aware of it, 
she scooted up to hold my cock straight up so she could 
settle it inside her wet, warm and adroit vagina. Trish 
slowly settled down to impale herself. She pushed down 
then pushed back up, only to push down a little further. 
I could only stare at her as she controlled the action. 
I was mesmerized by her adorable puffy teats as they 
danced on her chest.

Then she increased the speed up and down. She used one 
hand to pinch her nipple and the other to tease her 
clit. She added a twisting, rocking motion to the way 
she fucked me. I tried to hump back in rhythm, but was 
only able to match half her speed. What an unbelievable 
ride. She began to yip and gurgle. "Uh, uh, uh, oh yeah, 
daddy, uh, uh, I love this, sir."

I felt my balls contract. I whispered, "I'm going to 
cum, baby doll."

As if in reply she shouted, "Yeeow. Fuck me." 

She climaxed. Trish had one big orgasm then kept 
bouncing on me as orgasmic waves pulsed through her 
body. With each wave, her vaginal muscles squeezed me. 
It felt as if I was ever deeper inside her. She said, 
"Oomph!" and I think I might have grazed her cervix. 
Then I came and shot jet after jet of cum into her 
adorable body. Time stood still as I had that petite 
mord moment. I had the most pleasant pains in my toes, 
thighs and groin. My heart raced and my lungs painfully 
fought for more oxygen for my starved muscles.

Trish collapsed on my chest. I wrapped my arms around 
her and passed out. When I awoke, she slept soundly atop 
me. Even in her sleep she is restless and breathed 
little moans. I gave silent thanks then fell sound 
asleep.

***

I woke up feeling good but tired. I smiled in memory of 
the workout Trish gave me. Remembering Trish, I realized 
she's no longer in my bed. Instead a fresh cup of coffee 
waited on my night table. Its fumes probably woke me up. 
I gratefully sat up to sip the hot cup of Joe and 
wondered where Trish was. I drank half my cup, got out 
of bed and headed for the bathroom for the normal 
morning shit, shave, and shower routine.

I felt a whole lot better when I finished my ablutions. 
I sipped the cooled coffee as I padded back into my 
bedroom and dressed in jeans and a golf shirt. I don't 
play golf, but I like the shirts. I stuck my nose up in 
the air and sniffed. That must surely be eggs, ham and 
home fries I could detect. I plodded into the living 
room. The table was set for two. Covered plates were on 
the table with a pitcher of orange juice.

Trish came out of the kitchen wearing one of my 
sweatshirts. It barely covered her cute ass cheeks. She 
smiled happily and said, "Good morning, sir. Did you 
sleep well?"

"I did. I see you found everything to make breakfast. It 
smells good and I'm famished."

"Uh huh, my Mom didn't have much time for me when I grew 
up, but she made sure I learned out to cook some basics. 
Everything is ready to eat. I hope you don't mind, but I 
put out a setting for myself."

"Don't be daft, girl. Of course you're to join me. What 
kind of grump do you think I am?"

In alarm, she said, "Oh, but I don't think that. You've 
been a wonderful boss and you made me feel really, 
really good last night. Do you know, you slept with one 
hand on my breast almost all night? That gave me a warm, 
safe and comfortable feeling. Well, don't wait. Dig in 
before the food gets cold."

We quietly enjoyed the brunch. When we were sated, she 
began to ask me questions about the card game this 
evening. She wanted to know how many people would come 
(5 or 6), if any worked in our office (no), what kind of 
games we played (various and usual types of poker, 
without wild cards), what refreshments she was to serve 
(beer, scotch, gin plus finger foods, but no chips or 
greasy foods unless on toothpicks – the cards last 
longer that way), what she would wear (we'd pick up some 
things for her when we shopped for clothes) and what she 
might be expected to do to entertain.

"What do you mean?"

I chuckled. "Do what you like to do."

She smiled gleefully. "Ooh, yeah, it sounds like a fun 
evening."

"I hope it proves to be just that for all. However, 
first we need to buy you some proper outfits. We'll 
leave as soon as you clean up the breakfast dishes, of 
course."

***

There is a small, exclusive indoor mall not very far 
from where I live. One has to be a member to shop there. 
Of course, I'm a member. Trish looked totally mystified 
as we parked before the two story building. It looked 
more like an office building than an assemblage of 
boutiques. We would need only the first floor today. The 
second floor was more attuned to fetishists and 
kinksters.

I stopped at the costume shop first. I wanted to get her 
a French maid costume for the card game and a Beer 
Garden waitress one for Sunday.

I chose a maid's satin apron style babydoll with padded 
cups, ruffled lace trim, a center front satin bow, 
center back hook & eye closure and two front pockets 
with small satin bows, and adjustable straps. It came 
with a matching thong. I added white opaque thigh highs 
that featured a satin ruffle trim at the top, accented 
with a contrasting black bow. I added two black ribbon 
barrettes with white lace overlay and a black lace 
choker with white lace detail and a center brooch.

The German Beer Girl costume included a peasant top with 
floral ribbon detail and a garter skirt with attached 
apron. It is matched with white and red opaque thigh 
high stockings topped off with a pretty ruffle at the 
top and adorned with a pretty bow.

The shoe store came next. I saw a pair of six inch 
stiletto heels, but Trish would need too much time to 
get used to them so I settled for black Mary Jane Pumps 
with a streamlined silhouette, and 4 1/4 inch stiletto 
heels with 3/4 inch front platform. 

We made a couple more stops so I could get her a front 
babydoll with lace detail. It came with a matching open 
crotch thong as well as fingerless, lace detailed 
restraint gloves. In the same store I purchased a black 
and red boned taffeta and stretch lace corset, with 
padded cups, ribbon with lace trim and hem detail and 
secured with a back hook and eye closure. It came with 
removable bows, straps and suspenders. 

I liked this store so I bought a fiery lace chemise 
featuring an off-the-shoulder top, ruffled bottom floral 
design and a matching G-string; plus I added a simple 
mini-dress with an elegant sheer lace pattern and halter 
neckline. Trish looked like she was getting dizzy, or 
maybe dazed is a better word, upon trying on these sexy 
clothes, particularly since these shops eschewed 
dressing rooms.

Before we left the mall I purchased a rhinestone and 
turquoise choker with matching dangling earrings at the 
jewelers and a black microfiber, low neckline mid thigh 
length dress with back embroidery detail and thong. 
After all, every girl needs a little black dress.

I stopped at a nice restaurant on the way home. As we 
waited for our meals, she spoke for the first time since 
we went into the mall. "Sir, I don't know what to say. 
Thank you seems insufficient."

I smiled avuncularly, "You like your new clothes?"

"Oh, very much so, but I have no place to put them in my 
tiny studio apartment."

"I thought about that already. I think you can use one 
of my closets for the time being, since these are the 
clothes you'll wear when we are together away from the 
office."

"But we bought no underwear."

I paused to consider then said, "Hmm, I didn't really 
think you would need any. We did get a couple of thongs 
however. I suppose there are other things you need if 
you spend time with me. We can go out and get them 
later, when we go shopping for tonight's refreshments. 
But I think you need time to put your new clothes away. 

"You should use the closet in the extra bedroom. We can 
make room in the dresser as well. Why don't you get out 
of those clothes when we get to my apartment? They 
certainly should need cleaning by now. Put on the baby 
doll or the chemise for now. When we go out, wear the 
white halter dress. Make a list of things you need for 
when you stay with me."

To my surprise, she took my last statement without any 
reaction. Trish slowly worked her way into my heart. But 
as what, I had no idea. Of course I realized by now that 
she had somewhat of a submissive nature. I wondered how 
she would react if I spanked her? There is this air 
about her that made one think such thoughts.

She carted her new things into the extra room while I 
turned on a college football game and used the remote to 
flip through the other games. I could hear her putting 
things away as exclaimed to herself over the new 
clothes. I knew that I would have to make a decision 
soon. Do I have her move in with me permanently or give 
up the best secretary I ever had? Or could I have it 
all? That thought made me smile and helped me come to a 
conclusion.

When she came out wearing the baby doll, I completely 
became certain I knew which I would choose. She wiggled 
her way towards me to sit on my lap. My cock leapt up 
immediately and nosed around for a hole to hide in. 
"Sir, I haven't thanked you enough for my new clothes. 
Could I suck your cock until it's time to go to the 
store?"

I looked at my watch. It was three twenty and the guys 
would be here around eight and said, "That would be very 
nice."

In no time, she had my pants off and she dove into my 
crotch like there's no tomorrow. I figured at this rate 
we should be able to leave by a quarter to four, with 
the knowledge that I wouldn't last long. 

I'm glad she is more submissive than dominate. When she 
sucks me like this, I could deny her nothing. The guys 
have no idea what a treat awaits them this evening. 
Thank goodness she is not a vampire. I wouldn't survive 
the weekend.

She finished by licking me clean. I sent her to get 
cleaned up and dressed to go out again. She left me with 
her list of necessaries. We had to make another trip to 
the indoor mall so I could get her some bras. 

I let her show me what she wanted. I bought her a red 
shelf bra, a black strapless, a black lace Demi and one 
red and one black open cup bra. I let her buy a half 
dozen panties and thongs and some more thigh high 
stockings. I got carried away and bought two pairs of 
pasties, one with tassels.

Before we left I bought her a pair of strappy sandals 
with four inch heels and a pair of ballet slippers. Then 
we stopped at a normal mall so she can pick up personal 
care products; a collection of oils, lotions, shampoos, 
bathing salts, makeup, etc. 

From there I stopped at the Beer Depot and stocked up on 
various beers. My liquor supply at home should be 
sufficient, besides most of the guys brought a bottle of 
something. Then we stopped at the market for finger 
foods and supplies for making canapés, which Trish 
promised she could make. Then, of course, we picked up a 
supply of nuts and pretzels.

With her clothing and other needs, it became quite a 
production to get everything up to my apartment. Once we 
completed that effort, she put away her new clothes and 
stuff while I filled the extra large fridge with beer, 
made sure there was plenty of ice and put out bowls and 
plates for the food. I explained to Trish that she was 
responsible to keep the food and beverages moving. She 
spent nearly an hour making canapés and little 
sandwiches while I showered and dressed. 

I chased her in to shower and to get dressed in the maid 
costume. While she did that, I pulled out my special top 
for the table and anchored it in place. The table had 
places for eight people with separate trays for chips, 
snack bowls and a cup holder for each player. The 
playing area was covered in green baize. 

I put half dozen fresh packs of cards and an automatic 
shuffler on the table. I had my special banker side 
table loaded with chips in a large rack, and eight small 
racks that fit in the table trays and a box for the 
cash. The final piece was the drink cart on wheels. I 
took my poker game nights quite seriously.

Trish came out in her costume and I wanted to fuck her 
on the spot, but I had to show her how to make some 
simple mixed drinks then helped her set up the cart. 
Then she went into the kitchen to prepare small bowls of 
nuts and pretzels.

I fussed around for twenty minutes to ensure everything 
would be ready; things such as fresh towels in the 
bathroom, plenty of toilet paper, and full liquid hand 
soap dispensers. I inspected the card table and drink 
cart. Everything was ready. Did I mention that I took 
poker games quite serious? The doorbell buzzed. The 
players began to show up.

Trish went to the door to greet and show each person to 
the table. She took care of any bottles or supplies they 
brought and fetched their drink order. I got a huge kick 
watching as each guy's head swiveled to follow her as 
she did her job. By ten after the hour, all six men 
showed up. I went in the kitchen and told Trish to go to 
the bathroom for two or three minutes. I like the way 
she obeys without question.

"I can see that you all noticed the new addition to 
poker night. Her name is Trish. I want you to treat her 
nice, very nice. No ass pinching or sneak feels. Trish, 
unless she is upset, can and will provide us a new level 
of poker night experience. She loves sex. She gives 
exquisite head and loves to fuck, but no anal and you 
must use condoms for a fuck. She is not a prostitute or 
what I normally would call a slut. She simply enjoys 
sex, a lot of sex." 

I looked at each of them to ensure that I definitely had 
their attention. "If you are nice, she will oblige you. 
Here in this room only. For two reasons, she is also 
somewhat of an exhibitionist and I want to protect her. 
Another very important point; do not offer her money. 
That offends her. She will accept gifts offered as a 
gesture of appreciation. I know you probably don't have 
anything nice to offer her tonight, so I put a jar on my 
banker's table. Tonight only, you may put cash in the 
jar for her. I will take her shopping later this week to 
spend that money as she wishes. Is that understood?"

They all nodded like those bobble head dolls the 
baseball teams hand out. "Fine, remember to be polite if 
you want her special services. Otherwise, she will fetch 
drink refills and keep the nibble bowls filled. She also 
will bring around little sandwiches and canapés now and 
then. Since this is mainly about playing cards, know 
that the standard rules apply. There are no wild cards, 
no splits, only single deal games; dealer calls the 
kitty, and we have a pot limit on bets. Oh, and I wish 
good luck to us all."

I went to the bathroom door to get her. "Trish, if you 
are free, would you please get me another wine spritz 
and you can serve my guests."

Trish minced her way in with a smile. "Does anyone else 
need anything?"

No one spoke up so she went to get my drink. She stayed 
by the drink cart to wait for an order to fill. I got 
the player's attention back when I said, "Ante up a 
white ($5 chip) for five card stud." 

The games began. I rate myself as just an average 
player. I know I have tells but not sure what all of 
them are. All these guys have some tells, some more than 
others. I generally come out ahead each night and my 
gains overall outweigh my losses. For me it is just fun. 
I think most of these guys feel the same. Tonight was 
about to be more fun.

At my next deal, Hank said to Trish, "Do you really like 
to give head?"

"Yes, I do. Would you like me to do you?"

"Er, yes please. Where should I go?"

"You could stay there and not miss a hand. I can crawl 
under the table. Or you could sit over the there."

Hank undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles and 
sat back down. "Deal me in."

Trish crawled under the table and took her time with 
Hank. The game moved slowly as most of us watched Hank's 
face. Danny, who sat next to Hank, watched Trish under 
the table. Betting was sloppy that round and I won a 
nice pot. We paused as Hank began making grunting noises 
then he groaned and we knew he blew his load. Trish took 
another couple of moments to finish him off and lick his 
equipment clean.

He never bothered to pull up his pants, but kept playing 
with a huge grin plastered to his face. After the deal, 
he remembered and threw two twenty dollar red chips into 
the jar. Trish crawled out and went to the bathroom to 
clean up. She was handling food after all. She came out 
and asked, "Can I get anyone anything."

Sully stood up, dropped his pants and pleaded, "Trish, 
please do me next."

He sat back down and Trish repeated her performance. 
This time three red chips went in the jar. She was 
averaging two blow jobs in between each of my deals. It 
was sometime after my fourth deal when she had her first 
fuck request. 

Vinnie requested her services. She led him to the couch 
and handed him a condom. He bent her over the arm rest. 
He flipped up her skirt to confirm she wore no panties. 
He licked her a few times, dropped his shorts, rolled on 
the condom and entered her.

Vinnie found out that she enjoyed a little roughness and 
he was the guy to give it to her. She chanted out like 
she did with me with the occasional grunt. Vinnie was 
groaning and pumping away. Everyone else stopped to 
watch. Before I knew it, two more guys lined up to fuck 
her. I checked and saw she filled a bowl with condoms 
plus she had some stuffed in her maid's uniform pockets.

When the three finished filling her, I called a time out 
to give her time to rest and clean up. Truth is I think 
she want to take us all one after the other. I said, 
"Okay, new rule. The deal goes around the table twice 
before she gets fucked. Now you three fill the jar and 
let's play poker."

Vinnie tossed two black fifty dollar chips in the jar. I 
gave him an angry look. He threw in his other black chip 
and two red ones. Phil put in a purple ($100) chip in 
with four reds and blue ($10). Jackson simply stuffed a 
bunch of twenty dollar bills in the jar.

We played until two in the morning. By my count, Trish 
gave fourteen blow jobs and was fucked ten times. I 
cashed out the guys. Trish gave each one a hug and kiss 
when they left. I counted out what was in the jar. It 
came to twenty-two hundred and forty-five dollars.

"What's that for, sir?"

"It is money to buy you gifts this week. It's yours to 
buy whatever you wish."

She got all red in the face. "You made them pay for sex, 
sir. You know I don't like that, it makes me a 
prostitute."

"It's nothing like that. They like having you here to 
make drinks and pass out the food. You're a pleasure to 
look at and they enjoyed your sexual favors. They wanted 
to give you gifts, but they had no idea what to give 
you. Besides they didn't know you'd be here. They 
appreciated you and this is appreciation money so you 
can buy whatever you want."

With one hand on her chest and with wide open eyes she 
said, "Really? You didn't make them pay. They just 
wanted to give me a gift. Gee, that was sweet of them. I 
really enjoyed all the sex, but my pussy is worn out. I 
hope you won't get mad if I say I just want a bath and 
go to sleep tonight. We have to get ready for the 
football games tomorrow when we get up. Oh yeah, please 
tell them that real gifts turns me on, not money."

"Go relax in the tub. If you want to get some sleep, 
that's fine with me. That's all I want myself."

***

I woke up to find her still sound asleep on the other 
side of my bed. She snored lightly which made me 
chuckle. I did my best to slide out of bed without 
disturbing her and closed the door as I stepped in the 
bathroom. 

After I completed my morning routine, I tiptoed out of 
the bathroom and into the living room, quietly closing 
the bedroom door. I walked about in my birthday suit; a 
habit of a long term bachelor's life.

I was impressed with her performance last night. I 
hadn't really believed all her stories, but I wouldn't 
doubt any sexual activity of hers again. I wanted to 
tone it down today. I wondered if she would be satisfied 
with blow jobs only during half times. Not sure why I 
feel this way. She's a big girl and knows what she's 
doing. Doesn't she?

I popped a couple of frozen waffles in the toaster and 
got the coffee going. I checked my supply of beer, 
snacks, etc. Even though three of the poker players 
would also show today, watching football has a different 
appetite. It calls for beer and shots, pepperoni and 
chips and other junk food. I wouldn't need to worry 
about the playing cards. I had enough supplies since I 
know all the guys would bring plenty of their own. 

If everyone shows, there should be ten or eleven guys. 
The living room will be crowded. I'll need the divan 
from the extra bedroom and the chair. I didn't expect 
any problems. I better go over things with Trish, on the 
assumption she will want to stay.

I was eating my waffles and microwave sausages when 
Trish wandered in wearing no more than I did. She yawned 
and rubbed his eyes. "No eggs and bacon? No OJ?"

I laughed. "I don't cook except on a grill. But the 
juice and eggs we bought yesterday are in the fridge. Or 
if you want to sit down, I'll make you waffles and 
sausage."

"I can cook. I really want the juice first thing. I had 
fun last night, but I don't think I can't do that many 
guys two days in a row."

"Look, go get dressed and we'll go out for breakfast. I 
want to get the papers anyway. Over breakfast, we'll 
talk about today."

The restaurant would be crowded. Of course, it's Sunday. 
So I postponed the talk until we got home. She went in 
to brush her teeth. She called out to me. "Shall I get 
into my costume now?"

I checked the clock. It was only twenty to eleven. "I 
don't think so. We have at least an hour before they 
start to show up."

She came back in. She was naked again. I admired her 
body. It must be all that protein she swallows. I was 
pleasantly surprised when she climbed into my lap. 
"Please caress me while you tell me the plan for today."

I was happy to oblige, although it was hard to 
concentrate on what I had to say. My left hand 
concentrated on her lovely tits and my right caressed 
her thighs. She snuggled into me and cooed. "That's 
feels so nice." She laid her head against the front of 
my shoulder. Her lying against me like this felt truly 
pleasing. We both were comfortable.

After a couple of minutes, I began to tell her my plans 
for the day. "Even before you mentioned that you 
couldn't do a repeat, I decided to go slow with you 
today. It could be a long day with football from one to 
midnight. My idea, if you are interested, is that we 
limit your service to blowjobs and only during half 
times."

She looked up at the ceiling and considered what I said 
then gave me her opinions. "Hmm, that won't work well 
because that's when guys need pee breaks and stuff. I 
was thinking we do like a lottery. If we get to see all 
the early games and all the late games, then for each 
set, each guy gets to choose a team, one guy per team. 
I'll service the guy who has the team that scores first 
in each game and each half, and then I'll service the 
guys who have the teams with the highest score."

"I don't think that'll work too well either. Perhaps if 
we have a paper with each guy's name written on it. 
After the first touchdown scored in each quarter we draw 
a name. For example, if there are six early games, 
that's six first quarters. Whichever team of those six 
games scores first, we draw name. Then we do the same 
for the second half."

"Okay, that sounds good to me. Let's give it a try. So 
that means no fucking today?"

"Maybe you and I will fuck when everyone is gone."

"Ooh, I like that idea."

"One more thing, a lot of these guys won't know about 
the rule against straight cash payments. They won't have 
gifts for you, so if they offer you money take it this 
time, but tell them if you're ever here again, only 
presents are acceptable, never cash."

We stayed on the sofa until almost noon. I managed to 
bring her to orgasm twice just by my caresses. They 
weren't big ones, but she showed her pleasure by her 
kisses after each one. When I said time came for her to 
get ready, she got up to get into her beer maid costume. 
I thought she looked even cuter in this outfit.

As the guys came in to watch the games I explained about 
the extra service Trish would perform in addition to her 
role as serving wench. There were plenty of lecherous 
smiles as they found a seat and gave Trish their orders. 
To enhance their interest she would bend over at the 
waist to hand them their beverage of choice or when she 
would carry a tray of snacks around.

Three TV sets were hung on one wall. Two forty-two inch 
sets flanked my sixty inch set. We were able to watch 
three games at the same time. With adroit use of the 
remotes, I could switch any set to another game so that 
we easily followed up to six or more games. Ahh, the 
pleasures of cable and dish combined.

Only two minutes after the games began, the first 
touchdown of the quarter was scored. Trish made a little 
production out of randomly picking out a name and 
announcing the lucky gent. She sashayed over to the 
winner. It was then that I learned she had a talent for 
quickly remembering names. At times, she appeared to be 
uncanny in ways I never anticipated.

Brent was not the brightest bulb in the constellation, a 
proto-typical jock that was a barely adequate tight end 
in college but a true babe magnet. He was entertainment 
director of our fraternity. By the time Trish knelt 
before him, his pants were down while he slouched to the 
edge of his seat. She gave him one of her endearing 
lecherous grins, put one hand around his shaft and 
licked up the first drop of pre-cum.

Her other hand caressed his balls. Brent had arguably 
the biggest pair I've ever seen. Otherwise his equipment 
was short and fat. Trish took him in her mouth slowly 
but without trouble until her nose was buried in his 
pubic hair. He was already making grunting noises like a 
hog in heat. Still, he manage to lean enough forward so 
that he could loosen the ribbon ties of her top enough 
to slip both hands inside to play with her tits. He was 
quite multi-dexterous in sex as he was on the sports 
field.

I could tell by the way she squirmed that she enjoyed 
what he did to her while he loved what she did to him. I 
forgot to mention his stamina. It was well matched to 
hers. The quarter was half over before he began pumping 
his seed into her mouth. I don't know how she was able 
to do it, but she managed to swallow it all. Even Brent 
was surprised. His pleasure was increased as she licked 
him clean.

He helped her stand up and stared as she repaired her 
costume, bent down to kiss him. He came alive and 
grabbed his pants and fiddled in both pockets. He pulled 
out a Solid Gold Bangle bracelet that had to be 2 
1/2ijnches wide. 

She gave him another, longer kiss then ran into the 
kitchen. I followed her. A tear rolled down her cheek. I 
asked, "What's the matter, Trish?"

She showed me the inside of her gift. It was engraved 
with 'Good as Gold'. I'm not sure who was more 
impressed. "That was very nice of ole Brent. Didn't know 
he had it in him. Do you need to take a break?"

She dried her tears. "No, I'm really fine. I was just 
touched by the gift. I do need some juice to clean my 
mouth. Do we have any grapefruit juice left?"

I poured her a small glass of juice as she washed her 
hands and touched up her makeup. When I was sure she was 
okay, I returned to watch the games. She was busy making 
up a tray of canapés, quartered sandwiches and some hot 
finger foods.

 At the half, Trish brought out a platter of four inch 
heroes. When they were done, she used a finger to beckon 
me into the kitchen. "What's up?"

"I'm horny for more action. Would it be alright if I 
took Brent into the guest bedroom and fucked him?"

I stepped back and looked intently at her face before I 
said, "I thought your pussy was tired from last night. 
Are you sure?"

She giggled. "Quite sure; did you see the size of his 
salami? Besides before I went to bed I used my special 
healing lotion on and in my puss."

I shook my head in disbelief. What a weekend. "Alright, 
go ahead, but try to be quieter than usual, huh?"

"Yes sir!" She kissed me then skipped into the living 
room. I paused at the door and watched as she leaned 
down to whisper in Brent's ear. His grin went nearly 
from ear to ear. He took her hand and she led him into 
the other room. Everyone else followed them with their 
eyes. Her idea of being quiet was not to quite wake up 
the dead. Brent was not very quiet in his throes of sex 
either.

By the time they were done, the third quarter was half 
over and most of the guys were waiting for the third 
drawing. At last the door opened and she led him into my 
bathroom. Both carried their clothes but were otherwise 
naked and gleamed with perspiration and perhaps other 
fluids. I'll ask her about this little tryst tonight 
when we go to bed.

Brent came out first, still smiling like he hit the 
jackpot and quietly took his seat. Trish took a bit 
longer as she had to redo her hair and makeup. She was 
now wearing a gold bracelet on each arm. She rushed past 
me into the kitchen and prepared another tray of food.

"I'll take care of that. You are past due for another 
drawing."

"No sir. This is my job and I am ashamed I let my 
desires interfere with your enjoyment of the football. 
If the fourth quarter starts, I'll do two draws back to 
back."

She pushed me out of the kitchen, grabbed the tray and 
made a pass around the room, taking drink orders as she 
went. When everyone had their drinks she made the third 
drawing just as most of the third quarters were ending. 
Like the second drawing, the winner dropped his pants 
and got comfortable. Trish did not rush but gave him one 
of her perfect blowjobs. 

The remaining hours of football and sex before the night 
game were rather prosaic after her actions with Brent. 
Two of the guys that got their blowjobs left early but 
one friend show up for the last game of the day. Four 
quarters of football and four guys without blowjobs, 
including me meant that the numbers worked out. However, 
I never entered my name. I figured I'd have Trish to 
myself when everyone was gone.

At the end of the evening, Trish had a nice collection 
of trinkets, gift certificates and cash. Together, we 
cleaned up the living room and kitchen. It was already a 
little past one. We agreed to postpone any sexual 
activity until the next evening. We were both tired 
albeit for different reasons. We cleaned up and fell 
into bed. She snuggled up to give me a kiss then rolled 
over and we slept spoon fashion. I had one tit cupped in 
my hand.

***

The next morning she fussed over what to wear. I finally 
told her to wear the white halter dress I bought with 
one of her new bras and panties. As an afterthought, I 
told her I would take her shopping for new work outfits 
using the money she earned.

I got so many phone calls during the day that I barely 
finished my workload. But I did, thanks to help from 
Trish. I think every guy I knew, married or single, 
tried to wangle an invitation to either the poker game 
or football Sundays. I put a few of them on a standby 
list.

After work, we went to a restaurant she suggested. It 
was a very nice Italian place equal to Carrabas or a 
step above. She paid with one of her gift certificates. 
I praised her for the nice touch in treating me. Then it 
was off to the stores. She proved to be a careful 
shopper and looked for top names on sale. She bought 
three or four skirts plus half dozen blouses. At another 
store, she chose two nice dresses for work plus a 
colorfully trimmed little black bolero jacket. 

Before we left, she decided to buy a very business-like 
pants suit. All the items were to be custom tailored and 
delivered to my apartment on Tuesday morning. "I guess 
you'll have to take a day off work Tuesday."

"If they come early enough, I'll be at work by lunch 
time."

I saw there was no sense in my arguing with her. I just 
nodded. She smiled at me as we left the store and said, 
"I think I'm done."

I grinned devilishly and said, "Not yet, we're not." 

She looked puzzled and asked, "What else do I need that 
I can't pick up any place."

"Come with me." I took her to a specialty outer wear 
store and bought her a nice textured cloque long coat 
and dressy felted wool and lined winter cape. She all 
but swooned with the two items and insisted on wearing 
the cape back to my apartment.

Inside, she did a twirl so the cape fluttered out around 
her. She squealed her delight and dashed into my arms to 
hug and kiss. If I wasn't sure before, I knew I was 
totally smitten with her. Yet I could never claim her 
completely with her apparent sexual needs. It's okay 
however. I'll take what I'm offered.

She went to put her new clothes away in the guest room 
closet. She's accumulated quite a wardrobe the last few 
days. She came out wearing the fly away baby doll 
without the G-string. That's another thing I like about 
her, she's not into subtlety. 

Our sexual activity that night became less of a fuck 
fest and more of love making. It wasn't that there was 
less raw sex, but that there was more tenderness in 
between striving for orgasms. Her body seemed more 
receptive to mine. Neither of us wanted to stop. 
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, we needed to sleep 
to go to work in the morning. 

I welcomed her in my arms. We pressed close and shared 
the warmth of our bodies and feelings. I whispered in 
her ear before she fell asleep, "Move in with me."

Sleepily, she whispered back, "Okay. You're the best..."

***

She was already in the kitchen when I woke up. I 
finished in the bathroom and joined with her. "Good 
morning."

"Uh huh. Did you ask me to move in with you?"

"I did and you agreed."

"Hmm, maybe I did, but we need to get some things 
straight."

"Let's see if I know what it is you need to get 
straight. One, we do not own the other. We are equally 
free to date others or dissolve our relationship."

"Well, yeah, that's sort of what I mean. But there's 
more."

"Other than as it pertains to work and as long as you 
are my secretary I do not give you orders without 
permission. You may tell me what to do but I also can 
ignore you. Is there something else?"

She stamped her foot. "Don't do that. Don't say what I'm 
going to say before I say it."

I chuckled. "Trish dear, I only said what I would have 
said last night, but you fell asleep so quickly."

She cocked her head to peer at me. "Alright, next 
subject; when can we go get my stuff out my apartment? I 
also have to let them know I'm moving out. I have a 
month to month lease, so it should be no problem."

"How much furniture do you have that you want to keep?"

"Not that much. It's a furnished studio. There are just 
my clothes, books, personal items and linens. I also 
have some other linen for the bed and the bathroom."

"Good, we can go get your stuff after work."

***

And that is how I wound up with a horny nymphomaniac 
living with me. Now and then she would go out on dates, 
often coming home two or three in the morning. Her first 
date event was no surprise. It was with Brent. She dated 
other guys from poker night and football Sunday. I 
didn't mind, I got all I could handle.

Before the third poker game she said, "I would like to 
make a change to poker night."

"Uh huh, like what change?"

"I want to get fucked."

I anticipated this might come up ever since I said no 
more fucks. "Alright, how about we take a break at 
midnight and let you pull the train?"

She grinned. "Now you're talking. I like that idea. Can 
we start this weekend?"

She couldn't wait for Saturday. Once the game was on, 
she was impatient for me to make the announcement. I 
waited until ten to do so. Most of the guys were 
stunned, a couple wanted to know what I meant. To 
prepare for her action, she had a large glass partially 
filled with orange juice handy. 

The guys couldn't wait for midnight. The good thing, as 
far as I was concerned, was that none of them asked for 
blow jobs so we just played poker for four hours, just 
like in the pre-Trish days. The clock struck chimes for 
midnight. We played out the hand. The guys lined up. 
Trish handed each guy a condom. "Put in on now and be 
ready. Brent you go last, please."

Obediently, they did as ordered. I turned on the TV to 
watch sports news and to drown out the grunts, moans and 
other noises. I can watch someone fuck once, but it gets 
not only boring after that, but tediously boring. The 
first guy finished. I was timing them. He took one 
hundred and seven seconds. I heard Trish ask each guy to 
empty his condom into the glass.

"Guy number two was primed; he took only sixty-eight 
seconds. And so it went on until it was Brent's turn. I 
settled back. Experience says he will take nearly as 
much time as the other six. I quickly totaled them up – 
six hundred and ninety-seven seconds. He needs to hold 
on for eleven minutes and thirty-seven seconds.

As they finished the first six used the bathroom then 
took his seat at the card table. Since Brent was only on 
stand-by, we played the next hand. I was just about to 
call the last raise when Brent yelled, "Yahoo, here I 
come!" followed by a series of grunts and large, heavy 
exhalation of air. Trish was her usual noisy self, in 
spades. 

I won that hand and the next was being dealt out when 
Brent come in, emptied his extra large condom in the 
glass and trotted off to the bathroom. I watched as 
Trish stirred the mixture in the glass before she drank 
it down in one long gulp. Yecch! I hope she brushes her 
teeth before she returns to her duties. I was ready for 
another Vodka tonic.

When we played the last hand it was two forty-five. I 
cashed out the players. I never put my own money in the 
cash box. If after I pay off the others and there is 
anything left over, it's my winnings. If the cash box is 
short, I lost and had to finish paying out of my wallet. 
Tonight it looked like I won about two hundred bucks. It 
was a very good night so far

Trish found their coats. I heard her make a date on 
Wednesday with Brent. She told me that he's a lousy 
lover, but now and then she wants to enjoy the way he 
makes her feel so filled inside. After they all left, 
she and I cleaned up. I showered while she took a hot 
herbal bath before she showered. 

We went to bed. I knew she'd be too worn out for sex. We 
got in the bed in the usual way. She'd snuggle up and 
kiss me. Then she'd spin around and wiggled up next to 
me spoon fashion. I cupped a tit, kissed her neck and 
asked her if she liked the train.

She sleepily said, "It is fun once in a while, but my 
puss is really sore especially after Brent. Good night 
sir."

She still said sir to me. We needed to get a good sleep. 
The waning days of football would soon be upon us. I had 
to think of a Christmas present for her and my staff, 
decide what to do about Thanksgiving in three weeks and 
whether to go somewhere for New Year's. Maybe, we'll 
take the final week of the year off and go down to the 
Caribbean.

Trish made a turkey dinner for Thanksgiving. We had no 
company until the Saturday poker game. We also spent 
Christmas together. Then we flew to an island paradise 
in the Caribbean. The first three days we stayed at a 
sex club, but that's another story. The last few days we 
lolled around the pool and beach during the day and did 
the casino scene at night. We flew home New Year's Eve 
and spent the New Year's holiday at home again.

We had many more adventures for the next couple of 
years. Then one day she said, "Boss, you'll never guess 
what happened." 

I made a bored face and said, "What happened now?"

"I got an offer and a contract to make movies out west."

"You mean porn movies, I imagine."

"Yes! But I get a star's pay scale and royalties on 
products with my name on them."

In a tired voice I asked, "When do you leave?"

"Next month I have to catch a plane. Will you miss me?"

"Silly question, of course I will. Now I need to find a 
new secretary and no one could ever replace you."

"Ahh, that's sweet of you to say, sir. You can always 
come visit me.

***

Maybe I would have done that except my new secretary was 
a more conventional woman that was just as good a 
secretary as Trish. Ginger also was sexy and she 
actually excited me more than Trish, who was crazy fun. 
Ginger was a consummate lover and an excellent 
secretary. A year later we were married.

I still get postcards and letters from Trish. She 
recounts her experiences with the stars she met and 
fucked, and the movies she was in. She's doing some 
legit movies now. But no starring roles yet. I can tell 
from her letters, she enjoys making the porn movies more 
than the legit ones, and always with lots of takes per 
scene. As long as she is happy, I'm happy for her. I'm 
more than happy with Ginger even if the poker Saturdays 
and football Sundays have become another part of my 
past.

END

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