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Olga, My New Assistant
by Lcozman (lcozman@yahoo.co.uk)
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Liam needs a new assistant. Olga has lost her job at
the bank. They find each other, and both are ultimately
satisfied. (MF, rom)
***
I have written earlier about my experience with
Tatyana, a young woman I met when she worked in a small
supermarket here (see Directory 40). It's now been more
than two years since we spent an incredible night
together, at the end of which she told me she was
leaving for Moscow to get married and ask that I never
try and contact her. Months later she sent me a photo
of her and a baby, telling me that she would always
have something to remember me by. Again, she had
written, don't try and contact her. I have respected
her wishes, even though I have often longed to know of
her and what I took to be my son with her.
I continue to work in the post-Soviet country where I
met Tatyana. I am single and, to be sure, there are
available women. And I have availed myself, on
occasion, with the available women. Many of them are
absolutely beautiful, coming from a wide variety of
ethnicities – I think they are all beautiful. I
especially love the young Russian women.
I resigned my diplomatic position some time ago and
started a business. It is a difficult place to do
business, full of corruption and red tape and
antiquated ideas and practices. Still, however, the
business is doing quite well and I am quiet content
here. Women are one of the reasons I am content,
although I try to be discrete and selective. I make
sure any of the women date understand I have no
intention of having a long term relationship or,
especially, getting married.
Occasionally I come in contact with women whom I find
attractive, but am not really in a position to
approach.
For instance, there was a young lady – probably about
26 or 27 I think – who worked at the bank where I have
my personal account. Her name was Olga. She was the
equivalent of what we would call a teller. Of the
handful of tellers at the bank, Olga and one other
young woman, Vera, (which is another story) were my
favorites. Olga was always friendly and efficient –
always with a ready smile – something that one doesn't
always find here in commercial transactions, where the
residues of Soviet style, gruff, service-with-a-snide
are still far too common.
In addition, and not to be discounted in my book, Olga
was drop-dead gorgeous. She had a body that wouldn't
quit. Like most of the young women at the bank, she
often dressed in relatively tight tops and jeans or
trousers – which usually emphasized her medium-large
breasts, her toned torso and full, tight bum. She had
shoulder length blonde hair, which seemed to be her
natural colour. Going to the bank was always a bit of a
chore, but the chance to interact with Olga and her
workmate Vera made it just a little better of an
experience. There wasn't any hint that Olga was being
anything but business friendly and there wasn't really
any way to approach her away from the bank. So, I was
happy just to occasionally fantasize about what it
would be like to actully explore her wonderful body.
But then there came a time whenever I went to the bank
Olga was not there (Vera had been promoted so I didn't
deal directly with her any longer). At first I thought
she may have been on vacation. But after some time, it
was clear she no longer worked at the bank. With Vera
having been promoted and Olga no longer working there,
going to the bank was once again a complete chore.
In my spare time, I had begun working on a book on the
state of affairs in the post Soviet Union countries. It
required a lot of research, which was extremely time
consuming and made my progress very slow.
I had decided I should hire an assistant to help with
the research and generally organize the increasingly
massive amount of material I had been gathering.
Not long after I decided to hire an assistant, I
happened to see Olga in a shop not far from my office.
She was really looking hot that day, wearing a tight,
short-sleeved top and a really short denim skirt. Just
seeing her made Willy stir a bit in my trousers. She
recognized me and smiled and I went up to her. "I
haven't seen you for a while. I guess you no longer
work at the bank?"
"No. They said they had too many workers and several
people lost their jobs, including me," she replied.
"That's too bad," I said. "I think they made a mistake.
You were very professional and pleasant to deal with.
What are you doing now?"
Her mood saddened. "Not much, really. I haven't found
another job yet. I've been looking very hard, but just
haven't been able to find anything."
Suddenly it dawned on me that maybe Olga would be the
right person to be my assistant. I knew she spoke
English well and had at least some computer skills,
since she used one at the bank. I needed to know a bit
more about her skills. One thing I knew was that having
Olga as an assistant would certainly brighten my days.
"You know, I've been planning on hiring a personal
assistant to help me with a book project. If you're
interested, I would like to interview you. You should
know, though, the job will probably be only for a few
months, until I finish my research and the manuscript."
She brightened immediately. "Of course, I'm interested!
When would you like to interview me?"
"How about later today? Why don't you come to my office
at about six o'clock? If you have a CV bring it with
you." She agreed immediately, so I gave her directions
to my office, and told her, "I'm not guaranteeing
anything, but I would like to interview you."
"I understand," she replied. "But I really appreciate
the chance to interview. I promise if you do hire me I
will work really hard."
Speaking of hard, Willy was just about in that state. I
had to remind myself that I really needed a qualified
assistant. It was clear that if Willy was making the
decision, it was already a done deal. As I walked back
to my office, I tried to keep a clear head about all
this, but I have to admit lurid thoughts kept flashing
in my brain.
By five thirty I had dismissed my staff for the day,
and when the doorbell rang just before six, I felt a
small surge of excitement. Checking the video monitor,
I saw that it was, indeed, Olga at the door. I pushed a
button and the door automatically unlocked to admit
her.
When she arrived at my office, I could tell she was a
bit nervous. I was pleased to see she hadn't changed
clothes and was still wearing the tight top and
extremely short skirt I'd admired earlier. Actually, I
hadn't been admiring her clothes, I had been admiring
how they showcased her "assets."
Once again I reminded myself that Willy couldn't make
this decision, I would only hire her if she was really
qualified for the job.
Fortunately, as the interview progressed, I realized
both my southern brain (Willy) and my northern brain
were in agreement. She was very qualified for the job.
I read through her CV and saw she had a solid
educational background. As we chatted, she became less
nervous and I found her to be engaging, intelligent and
with a sense of humour, which is something I value a
great deal. Our conversation became very comfortable
and, at times, she revealed a small part of her
personal life. She wasn't originally from this city,
having come here to be with a boyfriend, but they had
broken up several months earlier. She had friends in
the city, but no family.
Having made my decision, I asked her what her salary
was at the bank. She gave me a figure that amounted to
about 100 quid. Not a terrible salary for this city,
but not all that good. I had budgeted about double that
amount for my new assistant.
"Well, Olga, I am impressed with your CV and with you,
and since I have also seen you in a work environment at
the bank, I am offering you the position as my personal
assistant. I am prepared to offer you a monthly salary
of (about £250), and, if you accept you can start as
soon as you wish, tomorrow even.
She had a sharp intake of breath, and started to smile.
Then she started to shake all over and tears began to
stream down her cheeks. "Oh, thank you, thank you," she
managed to say through her tears. "I promise I'll do a
good job."
"I'm sure you will…," I started to say, but I didn't
think she even heard me. Her tears continued, even as I
could see she was trying to compose herself, but not
being very successful. I wasn't exactly sure what to
do, but I finally tore a few facial tissues from a box
on my desk and went to sit next to her on the divan
she'd been sitting on while I interviewed her.
I began dabbing at her tears and found myself
instinctively putting my arm around her in an effort to
calm her.
"I didn't know what I was going to do," she said, as
her sobs started to dissipate. "I have no more money. I
can't pay my rent. I had nowhere to go."
"It's alright," I assured her. "If you need an advance
on your salary I can give it to you. My new assistant
needs a place to live and food to eat."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said again. "I
really will do a good job for you." Her body hitched a
couple of times, but she was getting control of
herself.
"I know you will, I'm sure you will." I repeated. I
tightened my arm around her shoulders, hugging her
close to me, actually wanted to comfort her and, in a
way, feeling good about myself for helping relieve her
economic misery. Willy wasn't even weighing in on this.
He also was apparently caught up in Olga's joy and
relief.
Shyly, Olga looked at me and said, "Have I ruined
everything by falling apart? You probably don't want an
assistant who can't control her emotions."
"You haven't ruined anything. I'm glad you're happy," I
replied, squeezing her shoulders again with my arm.
She continued to look into my eyes, as if she were
searching for some hidden meaning. I looked back at
her, directly into her gorgeous, brown eyes. And then,
as if in some unspoken understanding, we came together.
Before I knew it, our lips met in what was first a
tentative kiss, but soon become firmer and more urgent.
Soon, I parted her lips with my tongue and she
responded as we began to French kiss with increasing
passion. I massaged the back of her neck with my right
hand, gently pushing her head so that her lips were
even more tightly against mine.
Passion surged through me and then it was like I went
on autopilot. I slid my left hand up until I was
cupping her right breast. Even through her blouse and
thin bra, I could feel the nub of her nipple, which I
gently squeezed between my fingers. In response, she
arched her back slightly, pushing her breast more
firmly into my hand. She broke our kiss, making a soft
moaning sound and inhaling noisily. It seemed clear she
actually wanted this and wasn't just going along with
it. I mean, I had already given her the job before we
started this. With this affirmation of her growing
lust, I moved my hand to the top of her blouse and
began slowly, one by one, to unbutton it.
After three buttons were free, her bra was exposed and
I reached in and again fondled her right breast, now
with only the thin cloth of the bra between my hand and
her bare breast. I tweaked her nipple, which rose
prominently, poking through the material of her bra. I
moved my hand over to her left breast, squeezing it
gently and softly pinching the nipple.
I returned to the buttons on her blouse and finished
opening it while at the same time she unbuttoned the
cuffs of her sleeves, now eager to contribute to my
efforts. I reached under the opened blouse with my
right hand and caressed her back. When I reached the
band of material that was her bra strap I fumbled for a
moment with the hooks, but soon they came free. Olga
did not hesitate, pulling off her blouse and shrugging
off her bra.
For the first time I had full view of the breasts I had
fantasized about for so long. I was not disappointed.
They were full and firm, with no sag. Her nipples were
erect and about the size of the tip of my little
finger. Immediately my hand was over them, rubbing,
fondling, pinching her nipples between my fingers.
"Yes!" she gasped. "It feels so good." She arched her
back and moaned, "suck my nipples!" she pleaded.
Her wish was my command and I hungrily leaned down and
began sucking her nipples, fondling one breast with my
hand while I orally feasted on the other, switching
back and forth. She responded by reaching down and
rubbing my cock through my trousers. Willy was
definitely back in the game. This time it was me who
groaned with pleasure.
As I continued to fondle and suck her breasts, she
began to lower the zipper on my trousers. When my
zipper reached bottom, she reached in and freed my
cock. Freed from confinement, it poked stiffly into the
air. She looked down at my prick and then up into my
eyes. A slight smiled showed on her lips as she reached
down and encircled my throbbing hardness with the long,
slim fingers of her right hand. A jolt of pleasure shot
through me as I leaned back and watched her grip my
rod. It was something I had fantasized about many
times.
As she slowly squeezed and rubbed my shaft she used her
other hand to unbutton my shirt. As she continued
ministering to my cock she leaned against me and began
rubbing her firm tits against my chest. Both of us were
now gasping with pleasure. I rubbed her back, pulling
her even more tightly against my chest. She moaned and
pressed her lips against mine. Soon we were again
fiercely exchanging tongues.
Then she broke our kiss and looked up into my eyes with
a small, impish smile. All the while looking into my
eyes, she continued to open my shirt. As she did, she
began kissing her way down my chest, pausing to flick
her tongue over my nipples, and then nipping at them
lightly with her lips. A shudder of pleasure ran
through my entire body.
She continued down, and soon enough, had my shirt
completely unbuttoned. She began flicking her tongue at
my navel while she reached for my belt buckle and
unfastened it. Then she turned her attention to my
fully-exposed, fully-engorged cock. She grasped it
lightly and, again looking into my eyes with small
smile, flicked the tip of my rod, licking off a small
drop of pre-cum. Slowly she encircled the head with her
lips, swishing her tongue around the tip. Gradually,
she slid her lips further down my shaft until she had
more than half of it inside her hot, moist mouth.
She began to give me one of the hottest blow jobs I
have ever received, pumping my dick in and out of her
mouth, with her lips tightly gripping my throbbing rod.
Pleasure coursed through my body as I moaned softly.
Every few seconds she would slow her rhythm and shove
her mouth down until she had me fully inside. She was
one of the few women I had ever been with who truly
deep-throated me.
All the while I was reaching down to squeeze her
breasts and rubbing her back and neck with my other
hand.
With her devoted ministrations to my dick I knew I
wouldn't last long, and sure enough, after only a few
minutes, I could feel the core of pleasure forming in
my balls and threatening to break loose. I thought it
was only fair to warn her that I was at the tipping
point and it would only be a matter of seconds before
hot jizz shot through the tip of my joint.
"I'm going to come, baby," I groaned. "I can't help it,
I'm going to shoot."
She reacted by redoubling her efforts, bobbing her head
furiously up and down over my cock and gripping it more
tightly with her lips. With a loud groan I made good on
my promise. Pleasure pulsed through my core and a hot
stream of cum shot out of my shaft into her throat,
followed by another and then another. She didn't miss a
beat, continuing to suck the cream out of my cock,
swallowing each jet of come. As my orgasmic spasms
began to subside, she slowed her tempo until she was
gently sucking my shrinking cock, still completely
inside her mouth. After a while, she let it slowly slip
from her mouth, and she began licking my shaft clean.
I leaned back against the divan, feeling as spent as
I've ever felt. She finished her oral cleansing of my
now flaccid member and rose up and kissed my lips
fiercely, shoving her tongue into my mouth so that I
could taste the remnants of my own cum. Then she pulled
away and sat up, a true smile of what appeared to be
achievement on her face. I responded with my own smile,
hoping she would understand it as a smile of
contentment and gratitude.
My trousers had slid down my legs and were pooled
around my feet. I lifted each foot out of them and
kicked them off to the side of the room, now naked
except for my unbuttoned shirt, which Olga pulled off
of me. Now, I was completely naked, but she was not.
She remedied the situation by unbuttoning her skirt and
pulling it off – along with her panties – until she was
also completely bare, except for her stockings, which
she also quickly pulled off.
Her body was every bit as stunning as I had thought it
would be. I helped her to get off the divan for a
moment, while I pulled a shelf from the bottom that
made the divan into a full size bed – complete with
clean sheets and a blanket.
Together, we lay down on the bed and held each other
close. As we again begin kissing, I ran my hand over
her back and down to her arse. Then I moved her to a
position where she was lying on her back, which gave me
full view and access to the front of her body, those
glorious breasts, her flat torso, gorgeous legs and,
yes, the center of her womanhood.
We continued to kiss as I ran my hand down her body,
caressing her breasts, her stomach and her legs, moving
ever closer to the cleft between her legs. Finally, I
put the palm of my hand over her pudenda, and gently
began rubbing her there. This brought another sharp
intake of breath from her, followed by a low moan. She
arched her body to press herself more firmly against my
hand.
I broke our kiss and began sliding my lips down her
body, gently licking and sucking her nipples, which
caused her to increase her moaning and squirm even
harder against my hand. I began gently rubbing her clit
with my fingers as I continued down, flicking my tongue
in her navel and licking ever downward. Olga then made
it clear she knew what I intended to do, and that she
wanted no more delay. She placed her hands on top of my
head and pushed me toward her pussy, spreading her legs
wide. I slid down and positioned my face between her
legs. Her pussy wasn't shaved bald, but her pubic hair
was trimmed very short, not hiding the cleft of her
sex. She truly was a natural blonde.
I began licking her slit and flicking her clit with the
tip of my tongue. Olga squirmed and arched herself
against me. I varied my pace, sometimes slowly running
the tip of my tongue up and down and then more firmly
licking, especially on her little button. She began to
pant and shudder, "yes, yes, yes," she groaned. "Yes,
please, more, faster!" She undulated against my tongue,
rubbing herself against me.
Soon I could tell she was coming close to climax and I
redoubled my efforts. Suddenly, she inhaled, sharply
arched her back and screamed. She humped against my
mouth furiously and then froze as her orgasm plowed
through her body. Finally, she went completely limp and
sank onto the bed exhausted, mewling quietly. Catching
her breath. Her eyes were closed and her face was
flushed. I gave her clit one last flick, which caused
her body to jerk. "No more. Not now. Please." I raised
up and kissed her nipples and briefly on her lips, then
rolled over and lay beside her.
I pulled a blanket over us and she snuggled against me.
Both of us dozed off for a short time.
I woke up with the very pleasant feeling of Olga's slim
fingers encircling Willy, gently rubbing and squeezing.
It was not long before my shaft began stiffening. Soon,
it was once again hard. Almost painfully so.
She rolled me on my back and climbed on top of me. Soon
she was sliding up and down against my body, rubbing
her breasts against my chest. I could feel the heat and
moistness of her pussy lips sliding up and down my
raging boner. Then she lifted her ass, reached behind
her and encircled my cock with her fingers. She guided
it to the entrance to her pussy and slowly began to
slide down my rod, slowly taking me into her hot, tight
tunnel. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.
She looked into my eyes and smiled as she began to hump
my rod, lifting herself until only the tip was inside
her, then sliding down until I was completely engulfed
in her. She sat up and placed the palms of her hands on
my chest and began working her hips back and forth on
my penis, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone. I
placed my hands over her breasts, rubbing and squeezing
them, lightly pinching her nipples.
I joined her rhythm by thrusting my dick into her as
she pushed up and down it. I started to feel the
pressure building inside my balls and flipped Olga over
onto her back. I began powerfully thrusting into her
tight box, still between strokes to rub against her
clit. By this time, we were both panting and moaning.
She was rolling her head back and forth and meeting
each of my strokes with a thrust of her own. A low
growl began deep in her throat, ending with her
panting, "fuck me , fuck me harder, fuck me faster!"
I pounded into her until I felt an orgasm that seemed
to start in my toes and spread throughout my body,
resulting in a powerful jet of semen shooting out of my
dick and deep into her cunny. At the same time she
screamed, "yes, yes, shoot into me! I'm coming" I'm
coming!" We ground our crotches together until both of
our orgasmic spasms started to weaken and then finally
cease. I kissed her firmly and then rolled off and lay
next to her.
After a while, I told her we would need to soon get
ready to leave, before the office cleaning lady
arrived, but that we had time for a quick shower first
(my office had originally been built to be a house and
had a kitchen and full bath). I went into the bathroom
and started the shower, getting the temperature
adjusted. Soon she joined me and we stood under the
spray together, soaping and rinsing each other. She
paid special attention to Willy and before I new it he
was once again stiff and reporting for duty. Olga
giggled and crouched down and took my dick into her
mouth while the spray cascaded over us.
Soon I reached under her arms and brought her standing,
then turned her around and bent her over slightly so
that she was leaning against the shower wall. I entered
her from behind and began thrusting into her while
reaching around and rubbing her clit. Before long we
both came once again, this time truly spent. We
finished showering and then took our time drying each
other off.
We both then dressed, but since it would take some time
for her hair to dry, I went into the kitchen and
prepared a plate of cheese and crackers and cracked
open a bottle of chilled white wine. We nibbled on the
cheese and cracker and sipped our wine while we chatted
about her duties as my new assistant. We agreed that I
would provide her with a computer and Internet access
and she could work from her apartment. Each day we
would communicate by telephone and email about her
work.
Three times a week, I suggested she come to my office
in the evening, so that we could go over her progress.
Once and a while, I suggested, we may need to have an
all night "work" session at my home. She readily
agreed.
She had told me she would do a good job. It certainly
seemed that would be true.
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