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WARNING : The following story contains graphic descriptions
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"Ashley and her Boss"   Parts 1 & 2

        (ASH-BOSS.TXT * M/F, slut secretary, cons)

                Please archive as ASH-BOSS.ZIP

   Written by: The Midnight Lurker


                      ASHLEY AND HER BOSS

                          Part 1 of 2

    Ashley was employed as a secretary in a small office for a
pharmacutical company.  In fact, she was the lone secretary, and
most of her work day was spent in the office with no one else but
her boss in the tiny office.  Ashley, 24, was a beautiful young
woman with long blonde hair and a firm, shapely body.  She was
well aware that her pretty looks and smile got her this job.  The
young lady was also aware that she kept this job solely for her
willingness to "put out" for her lustful boss.  Ashley realized
that she was not the greatest secretary in the world, and could
easily be replaced by someone with better skills and experience.
So by offering herself to the boss, she was able to keep her job.

    On a slow midday afternoon, Ashley was seated at her desk in
the office, reclining in a swivel chair and filing her long, red
fingernails.  A radio playing pop music could be heard in the
background, and Ashley gently swayed her head from side to side,
in tune with the song.
    She always dressed to impress, knowing that the boss must
stay interested in her.  Today, she was wearing a barely-there
white miniskirt which did little to conceal her hips and crotch.
She also had on a black and white blazer which hugged her body in
a delicious way.  Though small and petite for the most part, this
woman had a large set of breasts, both of which strained hard
against the blazer top.  She wore black high-heels and her blonde
hair was styled in waves down her shoulders and slender back.
    "Ashley?" came a male voice through the intercom system.
    "Yes sir?" she responded, pressing the intercom button.
    The gruff-sounding man coughed before saying, "Ashley, I need
you in my office.  I need you to take DICKtation for me."
    Ashley smiled, knowing that he did not mean DICtation.  That
was their secret code - DICKtation - for playtime.  Instead of
just saying it flat out, both thought it would be better to come
up with a clever code - simply because of the possibility that
another person could be in the office and hear them.
    "I'll be right there, sir," the woman said in a sweet tone.

    In the adjoining office, the 59 year old boss was already
sporting an erection in his slacks.  Stan had been married to the
same woman for close to 30 years and like most men in his
situation, he had developed a wandering eye - especially when it
came to nubile young beauties, such as his secretary.
    Stan had often fantasized about an affair with a woman who
was Ashley's age but never really thought it would happen.  He
hired her last year to have a pretty young woman to work with,
but found out after a week that she was very lacking when it
came to being a secretary.  He brought her into his office one
morning to fire her, but soon found the nympho stripping her
clothes off, saying she would do ANYTHING to keep this job.

    Stan, not a fool, decided to keep her as an employee.

    Ever since that day, Ashley does whatever her boss tells her,
no matter how kinky or bizaare he wishes to get with her.  That
is how she keeps her job.  Stan, however, often has to do some
paperwork that a secretary would normally be able to take care
of.  With Ashley, whom he really thought of as a "dumb blonde"
(but a dumb blonde who gives great head), her secretarial skills
were extremely lacking.
    Stan, of course, kept this little affair from his wife.  He
also kept it confined to the office (except for that one weekend
when he and Ashley went to an adult motel - but that is another
story).  He really liked the sex-only relationship that he and
his knockout secretary shared.
    Ashley liked it, too.  Although Stan was almost old enough to
be her grandfather, she thought of him as extremely skilled and
knowledgable when it came to sex.  The snobby blonde never once
thought that she would enjoy going to work five days a week, but
now, she does enjoy working.  Basically, her job entailed a few
secretarial tasks, but mostly being a "Tickle-Me-Ashley Doll".
That was one thing which she was really skilled at.

    "Good afternoon, sir," Ashley greeted, stepping into her
boss' office.  "How are we today?"
    "Great," he responded.  "Look, I just caught up with all of
my work and don't expect anything for another hour or so.  That
means, of course, you and I have some time for each other."  He
took off his glasses and gave a lecherous smile.  "Did you take
all the neccessary precautions?"
    "Of course," she replied.  Those precautions were locking the
office door and putting the OUT TO LUNCH - BE BACK SOON sign on
it, plus flipping on the answering machine to handle all incoming
telephone calls.  "I always take care of all that," she added.
    "It's better to be safe than sorry, sweetheart," Stan said.
    Ashley stepped closer to her boss and began unbuttoning her
blazer top.  She stood directly in front of him and peeled the
business coat from her body, then let it drop to the floor.  Stan
smiled up at her in delight, admiring her large, jug-like breasts
and the sexy white bra which concealed them from his view.
    "I was hoping I could do some DICKtation for you today, sir,"
Ashley said in her most coy, innocent tone.  "In fact, I would
like to do it every single day."
    He smiled, reaching up and palming her breasts in his hands.
"I can't do this everyday, Ashley.  You'd wear me out!"  He
pulled her down into his lap, and wrapped an arm around her
tiny waist.  "Tell me, how is your boyfriend?"
    Ashley smiled with delight.  "Oh, Robert is wonderful!  Just
last night, he came over and gave me a good, hard fucking."
    Stan grinned, imagining the sight of his gorgeous secretary
and her stud, musclebound boyfriend taking part in a heated
lovemaking session.  The thought made him even more excited.
    The lustful boss put his hand on Ashley's inner thigh and
gently rubbed her there.  Then, he looked into her deep brown
eyes and smiled again, before saying, "What did you two exactly
do?"  He knew full well that Ashley really loved to share her
experiences, with just about anyone who would listen to her.
    "We did EVERYTHING," she replied, in a gasp.  "But the best
part was when he made me lean over the kitchen table, so he
could fuck me in that position!"  She smiled and nodded her
head.  "Yeah, that was the best part.  Really, really erotic!"
    "You're nothing but a little slut!" Stan exclaimed, teasing
her, as he liked to do.  Actually, he enjoyed being able to call
a woman such names.  "You're a little nymphomaniac!"
    "So?" Ashley grinned.  "I can't argue with the truth."
    Stan reached around her back and unhooked the bra she wore.
"Tell me more, sweetheart."  He slipped her bra off, baring her
huge breasts and the big, thick and rounded nipples which he
loved so much.  "Tell me more about what happened last night."
    "Well..." Ashley trailed off for a second.  "Well, another
good part was when I was on my knees, giving him a blowjob - he
came all over my face!"  She laughed.  "You know how much I like
it, sir, when YOU cum on my face."
    "Of course," Stan smirked, his erection at full strength now.
"Ahh, Ashley... why don't you give me a blowjob now?  This seems
to be the perfect time for it."
    The shapely young blonde smiled and slipped from his lap,
down to her knees.  "Earn my paycheck, sir?" she asked sweetly.
    "Maybe earn a raise," he hinted.
    "Oooooh!" she squealed.  "I like that!"
    Ashley unlooped her boss' belt and unbuttoned his slacks,
then slid them down far enough so she could have access to his
cock.  She pushed his boxer shorts down far enough so his prick
popped out into full view.  It was sticking straight up, like a
flagpole.  That was how Ashley liked it most.
    Stan sighed and groaned in delight as the gorgeous bimbo gave
him yet another expert blowjob, her specialty.  As he watched her
blonde head slide up and down over his stiff cock, her lips
sealed around it, he wondered to himself how many guys she had
done this to in her life.  "Definitely a lot," he mumbled.
    "What?" Ashley asked, looking up at him, her hand now just
encircling his hard member.
    "Uhh, nothing, sweetheart," he coughed.  "Please, please...
just keep doing what you were doing."
    "With pleasure," was her perky reply, before she wrapped her
lips around his prick again.
    Ashley took pride in her cocksucking skills.  She wanted
every man to remember her as the best cocksucker they had ever
known in their entire life.  She was never quick or greedy
during this particular sex act.  Ashley would always take her
sweet time giving head, wanting to drive her man to insanity.
She figured the longer a blowjob takes, the better it is.
    Low, gutteral moans eminated from her throat as she dined
upon Stan's prick, now licking it like a lollypop.  She again
closed her lips around it, and now took him deep inside her
mouth.  Stan groaned himself as he felt his cockhead brushing
hard against the back of her throat.
    "You really are special, Ashley," Stan told her.  "Any man
in his right mind would beg on their knees to get their hands
on that hot body of yours."
    "They don't have to beg," Ashley gagged, her mouth full of
cock.  "Asking will usually do the trick!"
    "Slut!" the boss laughed, repeating himself.  "I'm so lucky;
I have the sexiest, most desirable slut secretary in the world!
A secretary who does DICKtation!"
    "I prefer DICK by itself," she squealed.
    Ashley kept working, her mouth acting like a strong vacuum,
feeling to Stan as though she wanted to swallow his cock right
down her throat, and never let it leave.  She truly was an expert
when it came to giving head.  Stan was sure of that.
    As much as he enjoyed this, though, Stan knew that it would
be wise for him to put an end to it.  He wanted to fill her
pussy a lot more than he wanted to ejaculate in her mouth.  The
59 year old wondered if he would have the strength to "get it up"
two times in a row for her, if he was to shoot off in her mouth.
Perhaps he would; perhaps he wouldn't.  It was a chance that did
not seem worth taking.
    "Ashley, sweetheart, stop," he told her, and she looked up at
him with a quizzical expression.  "It's not that I don't enjoy
what you're doing, sweetheart - it's just I want to fuck your
pussy a lot more than I want to fuck your mouth."
    "Okay," the blonde pouted, rising up to her feet.  Ashley did
understand his limitations, although she hated to stop ("I didn't
get to finish sucking his cock!").  She kept quiet though, and
didn't voice her feelings.
    Stan noticed the pout upon her face, but he knew this woman
too well.  She would forget about wanting to blow him once he
stuffed his prick between her thighs.  He was positive of that.
    Stan leaned forward and roughly kissed each of Ashley's
breasts and nipples as he slipped her miniskirt down and off,
followed immediately by her G-string.  He then rose to his feet
and put his arms around the secretary, and lifted her into the
air with his hands on her ass.  Ashley giggled in delight as she
was set down upon the edge of the desktop, then she opened her
legs, all ready and prepared for her pervert boss.
    Stan quickly stepped out of his slacks and boxers and then
grasped his cock with his right hand.  He moved forward and
nudged himself between Ashley's widespread thighs, then punched
his stiff prick hard and deep into her.
    Ashley moaned and wailed in sudden delight, the older man's
thick, long cock filling her to the hilt.  She looked up at him
and smiled, then nodded her head.
    Stan watched her and then started pumping his cock in and out
of Ashley, him standing and her seated on the very edge of the
desk, her thighs opened and spread wide for his lustful advances.
His hands were underneath her, squeezing her tight asscheeks,
lifting her hips up to meet each of his downward thrusts.
    "What would your wife think if she saw us now?" the secretary
teased him.  "Do you think she would like this?"
    "Probably not," Stan laughed, short of breath, pumping the
blonde as hard and as fast as he could.
    Stan then remembered an X-rated movie he rented a few nights
back, where a busty blonde just like Ashley was gang-banged by
six studs at once.  Stan was certain that this little sex pot of
a secretary could not only handle six guys at once, but she would
probably wind up wanting more!  After all, he didn't call her a
"Tickle-Me-Ashley Doll" for nothing.
    "OHHHHH little slut," the boss groaned, doing his best not to
experience an orgasm yet.  His hips just kept pumping, like an
oil well machine, his cock burning her insides with its lustful
heat.  "You're nothing but a little secretary slut... but at
least you're MY little secretary slut!"
    "Fuck me, sir!" she begged him.  "FUCK ME HARDER!"
    So close to passionate explosion, Stan didn't know if he
could give it to her any harder.  He had to try, though.  There
was no way he could deny such a request.
    Stan screamed himself as he somehow found the energy to pump
himself into her even faster.  The orgasm was close, but he kept
saying "Not yet!  Not yet!  Not yet!" in his mind.
    "OHHHHH GOD!" Stan thundered as he could no longer contain
himself.  He quickly pulled out of her velvet-like pussy and
aimed his prick directly at her stomach.
    The first gush lashed out and landed on her flat belly.  With
a lot of experience in this area, Ashley had the piece of mind to
slip down from the desk and onto her knees.  She then took hold
of Stan's cock herself, and aimed it straight at her face.
    Rockets of cum spurted out and landed in various spots upon
her face, the majority of the blasts coating her eyes and nose.
Ashley giggled like the stereotypical blonde bimbo, wallowing in
the feel of his sperm splashing and washing over her face.
    Stan fell down into his chair, exhausted.  Ashley's youthful
exuberance shined through as she giggled and grasped his cock
again, before taking a seat in his lap.  She wrapped her left arm
around his neck and shoulder, and kissed him on the forehead.
    "You're the best boss in the world!" she chirped, her hand
squeezing his now-flaccid cock, cum dripping from her chin.  "I
hope that I get to be your secretary FOREVER!"
    "So do I," Stan laughed, his hand pinching her sweet ass.

                      ASHLEY AND HER BOSS

                          Part 2 of 2

    Life was wonderful for Ashley.  The jovial, happy-go-lucky
secretary was locked and secure in her job, and her sex life was
as good as it ever had been.  If she wasn't on her back getting
fucked by her boyfriend, the 24 year old blonde could probably be
found performing her boss' favorite type of dictation with him in
the small office building.

    Ashley's slutty ways began when she was a teen-ager, and they
just carried over into her adult life.  The woman simply loved to
have sex.  If it was up to her, the common greeting between two
people would not be a handshake or a friendly "hello".  With her,
it would be a fast, hard fuck.  That would make her very happy.
    Work was easy.  Though her job title was `secretary', she was
actually a sex toy for her boss.  Ashley had very little skills
when it came to being a secretary.  But on the other hand, she
was extremely skilled when it came to sex.  She would go to work
every Monday through Friday and do a few secretarial tasks, but
was always ready for her lustful, much older boss.  Over the past
year, the young lady had learned that Stan, her 59 year old boss,
could call on her at any given time for another round of sex.

    On this particular afternoon, Ashley was comfortably seated
at her desk in the office, busy writing a letter to one of her
out-of-state friends.  It was her best way to pass the time,
since she had not heard a word out of Stan all afternoon long.
Not concerned with the operation of the company, Ashley was just
waiting for 5:00pm to come.  That was when her shift ended.  She
figured that by writing a letter, time would go by a bit faster.
    Ashley, as usual, looked beautiful.  She wore a snug-fitting
black blouse which had long sleeves, and a black-and-white plaid
miniskirt made of cotton and stretchy lycra.  She also had on a
pair of black high-heels.  Her long, natural blonde hair was
braided very nicely, and her mascara was absolutely perfect.
    "Ashley?" came Stan's voice through the intercom system.
    The young woman recognized that devious tone in his voice.
She smiled because of it, while pressing the intercom button
before saying, "Yes sir?"
    "I need you to take some DICKtation for me."
    The smile on Ashley's lovely face got even wider.  Her day at
work had suddenly taken a turn for the better!  "Sir, give me a
second, and I'll be right in."

    In the adjoining office, Stan turned the intercom system off
and then reached for the bulge in his slacks.  His erection was
already at full strength, and it hurt because it strained against
his slacks.  He gave his cock a single pump, adjusting it.  Now,
he felt a bit more comfortable.
    "What the hell..." he said outloud, smiling, deciding to
unbutton his slacks.  He pushed his boxers down a bit, and then
his hard cock popped out into view.  It stuck straight up in the
air, like a flagpole.  No longer confined, the hurt was gone.
    Stan gripped his cock as the door to his office opened, then
Ashley brought herself and that hot body of hers inside.  Stan
pumped himself at the sight of his secretary in her sexy outfit.
"Afternoon, sweetheart," he grinned.
    "And a good afternoon to you too, sir," she said, closing the
door behind her.  "Don't worry!  No one is going to bother us.  I
put the `out to lunch' sign on the front door and locked it.  I
also turned on the answering machine for anyone who calls."
    Stan smiled again, and motioned for his secretary to come
closer.  She did, sashaying sexily over to him, and then took a
seat in his lap.  "Oooooh," the slut cooed, looking down and
noticing his huge erection.  "Is that for me, sir?"  She reached
down and gave it a gentle pump of her own.
    "It sure is," he replied, placing a hand on her hip.  "Did I
ever tell you that you're my favorite secretary of all time?"
    Ashley smiled at him.  "No, but I already knew that.  And I
also know it's not because of my typing or filing skills."  Her
smile became wider.  "It's because you're a dirty old man, and I
let you do anything you want to me."
    "Dirty old man?" he laughed, liking that.  "What?  I'm 59 and
you are 24.  But age is just a number.  I feel much younger."
    She gave his cock another squeeze.  "I'm glad you do, sir."
Then, the blonde reclined back just a bit, and starting tugging
at the lower half of her blouse.  "But you're still a dirty old
man.  A dirty old man who cheats on his wife of 30-plus years."
    Stan shrugged his shoulders.  "If my wife was as hot as you,
and as sexually driven as you, maybe I wouldn't cheat on her.
But she is almost as old as me, and has no interest in sex any
longer.  Where do I get my satisfaction, if not from her?"
    "From ME," Ashley grinned, pumping his hard shaft again.  "I
am your little plaything; your personal fuck toy."  She kissed
the tip of his nose, and giggled.  "I'm definitely not worried or
upset that you cheat on your wife with me."  She shrugged her
shoulders and suppressed a laugh.  "After all, you're not the
only married man I have fucked in my lifetime."
    Stan grinned.  "And I likely won't be the last one, either."

    Ashley pulled her form-fitting blouse over her head and off,
exposing her large pair of breasts, and the tiny white bra which
concealed them.  Stan reached out and cupped each jug-like globe,
enjoying their vast firmness.  Ashley looked down and watched him
massage her breasts for a bit, before finding his mouth for a
deep and passionate kiss.
    The boss and secretary duo wrapped their arms tightly around
each other as the kiss became even more extreme and heated.  Both
tongues played with each other, going from mouth to mouth, as all
four hands were in constant motion along shoulders and backs.
    Ashley broke off the kiss so she could began unbuttoning her
boss' shirt.  Meanwhile, Stan unhooked her bra behind her back,
and whisked it off.  He again cupped her breasts, thumbing each
thick nipple.  Once unbuttoned, Ashley pushed his shirt down and
let it fall to the floor.
    Stan embraced his secretary again, this time roughly, then
leaned over and kissed each of her nipples.  Ashley, meanwhile,
maneuvered his slacks and boxers lower.  Stan responded by
pushing Ashley out of his lap and then standing up, letting his
his slacks and boxers fall to the floor as well.
    As he stepped out of each, Ashley dropped to her knees in
front of him and grasped his cock.  Stan moaned and smiled in
utter pleasure as he felt her moist lips wrap themseleves hotly
around his hard erection.  "No one can suck cock better than you,
sweetheart," he gently told her.  "Absolutely no one."
    Stan leaned over and placed his hands upon Ashley's back as
she stood in her knees in front of him.  He caressed her back and
then reached lower, all the way to her skirt-clad ass.  Bent over
now, Stan tightly gripped and squeezed Ashley's sweet ass as her
arms were wrapped around his waist, her mouth sucking his cock.
    The blonde squealed as her boss continued groping and mauling
her ass.  She rocked back slightly, jutting her backside out, so
Stan could have better access to it.  He moaned as she continued
blowing him, while unbuttoning the back of her black-and-white
miniskirt.  He undid all three tiny buttons and then peeled the
ultra-tight skirt open, and down slightly.
    Stan then reached inside the back of her skirt, and rubbed
her firm ass and the frilly white panties underneath, just before
pushing the skirt off, down to her knees.  The woman gyrated her
hips in erotic circles as Stan's hands continued groping away.
    All the while, Ashley had been working on his hard cock, busy
sucking and slurping away at it, her head bobbing back-and-forth
in front of him.  She loved to give head.  It was one of her most
favorite activities to take part in.  If Ashley could suck off
every single man in the entire world, she would be very happy.
    Stan decided to take a seat in his office chair, and Ashley
followed him, her mouth never leaving his erection.  Stan looked
down and admired the sight of Ashley.  Her lips formed a big 'O'
around his cock, as her brown eyes shined in delight up at him.
She simply had a lovely face; a gorgeous face, and her long,
stylish blonde hair framed it perfectly.  And the rest of her
shapely, taut body was absolutely divine to Stan.  It looked even
better now, since she was nearly nude.  All that remained on her
were the high-heels and panties.
    Ashley's head continued bobbing, now over his cock, as her
right hand started to pump its base.
    "I love your cock, sir," she said, taking it out and offering
a long lick in the open air.  "I just love it!"
    "I love you," Stan groaned lowly, not loud enough for her to
hear him.  He smiled down at her, giving her a reply.  He did
love her.  If not for his wife, Stan wouldn't mind taking Ashley
home and using her as his full-time fuck doll.  She was every
single thing which he had ever fantasized about in a woman.
    Ashley took his cock back into her mouth and resumed her
sucking action.  Stan countered by rubbing her shoulders and
neck, his fingers digging erotically into her skin.  He also
started thrusting his hips upward each time Ashley's mouth went
on a downstroke.
    "Come here, honey," he said, grabbing her shoulders and
pulling her up, her mouth leaving his cock.  He reached out and
quickly slid her panties down and off, then spread his legs in
the chair and grasped his erection, so it pointed straight up.
    Ashley stepped astride his outstretched legs and then took a
seat herself, his hard cock sliding right up into her wet pussy.
    "Oh, sir!" the slut moaned loudly, as she started to bounce
up-and-down upon his thick shaft.  She used his shoulders for
support as he reached out and again mauled her breasts with both
hands.  Stan slumped lower in the chair, almost to the point when
he was laying on it, his knees bent and feet on the carpet.
    "You're incredible, sweetheart," the boss moaned up at his
secretary, watching her large breasts flop about as she bounced
upon his erection.  He had a perfect view, able to watch his cock
disappear and then re-appear between her thighs, in a continual
pattern.  His hardness filled the slut's tight pussy, bringing
her wonderful and erotic sensations of passion.
    "You're incredible too, sir!" Ashley squealed, full of lust.
    Stan smiled and grasped her hips, hoping to make her bouncing
motion faster and harder.  He was successful, and it only brought
more pleasure to each person.  Stan then gripped and squeezed her
ass, mauling it, and continued the assistance with her bouncing.
    "FUCK SIR!" Ashley screamed, as she felt one of his fingers
pressing hard against her puckered anus.
    Stan gasped and smiled up at her.  "You like that, baby?"
    "FUCK YES!" she boomed, quickly losing her modesty (not that
this slut had much to begin with).  "OHHHHH!  Keep fucking me!"
    "You nasty, foul-mouthed little bitch," Stan smiled, slapping
her hip with his hand.  "Someone needs to wash your mouth out!"
    "Yeah," she exclaimed, "with cum!"  Ashley moaned very loudly
and then added, "Will you do that for me, sir?  Cum in my mouth?"
    "Anything you want," he said, laboring to keep up with the
fast-paced sex action.  "I'll let you know when I'm ready, baby."
    "SIRRRRR!" the slut cooed, his cock pounding her insides.
    "You're nothing but a bimbo!" Stan exclaimed, enjoying the
leniency to degrade her.  Ashley liked being talked down to.
"You're so much a bimbo, your only worry is who you fuck next!"
    "I'm thinking about that right now!" Ashley laughed, still
bouncing up-and-down wildly.  The action between them was so
serious and extreme that each time Ashley went on a downstroke,
her ass made a hard SLAPping noise as it pounded his hips.
    "Up against the wall!" Stan exclaimed, hoping a change of
sexual position would let him last a bit longer before orgasm.
    Ashley complied, quickly slipping off his hips and going
over to the wall.  Still in the pair of high-heels, she placed
both hands against the wall and leaned over, jutting her ass
outward.  Stan quickly moved up behind her and grasped her hips,
and started thrusting his cock into her pussy, once again.
    "FUCKING SLUT!" he screamed, losing himself in the heat of
the moment.  The sight of Ashley bent at the waist and grabbing
the wall as he fucked her pussy from behind made him feel even
more excited than before.
    Stan loved this position, having the ability to grab her ass
and pound his pelvis against it, while his cock infiltrated her
insides.  This was also a good position for anal sex, he thought.
    Stan wanted the mutual fucking action to continue, but just
couldn't hold himself in much longer.  Orgasm was imminent, and
he could already tell that it was going to be a powerful one.
    "I'm gonna CUM!" he screamed, still thrusting his cock in and
out of her soaked pussy.
    Ashley immediately turned around and dropped to her knees,
and fastenened her lips around his trembling cock.  Her fingers
kneaded his balls as her mouth and tongue worked on his shaft,
causing it to suddenly erupt, quicker than expected.
    Ashley gagged and then smiled as his thick, gooey sperm shot
into her awaiting, thirsty mouth.  Stan closed his eyes tight and
moaned in pure lust as the blonde slut beneath him busily slurped
and swallowed his rich load down her throat.  He looked down and
noticed her piercing brown eyes staring right back up at him.  He
smiled at the sight, completely lost in lust with his very own
"Tickle-Me-Ashley Doll".

    "Oh, sir..." Ashley moaned as Stan took a seat on the floor
beside her.  He brought his lips to hers and kissed her, not at
all concerned that her mouth was coated with his own cum.  Stan
then reached out and embraced his secretary, holding her close.
    "I got this private beach house down the coast," he told her.
"How would you like it if we went down there for a weekend?"
    "A weekend?" she asked softly, thinking.  "I'll have to ask
Robert, my boyfriend, but I'm sure he won't mind since I'll be
with you.  He knows what goes on between the two of us here, you
know.  But could you last for the weekend, sir?"  She smiled
sweetly at him.  "I may wear you out the first night."
    Stan grinned as well.  "Don't worry, I won't wear out that
easily.  I'll be prepared for an entire weekend with you."
    Ashley kissed his shoulder and said, "Instead of calling it a
beach house, we'll be able to call it a fuck house!"

    And after what happened at the beach house, the statement
Ashley made was very accurate.

                         ** THE END **

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