Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: My Secretary (MF, cons) Date: 17 Sep 1995 02:42:58 GMT My Secretary The door slammed open and my secretary burst in. "How could you do this to me?" she yelled. "I don't know what you're talking about, Angie. Why don't you close the door and calm down and we'll talk about whatever the problem is." Angie is a nineteen year old gal with tits that won't quit and a firm ass that she likes to accentuate by wearing short skirts or pants so tight they look like they've been painted on. This particular day she's wearing a black leather miniskirt and fishnet hose. I also notice that her blouse dips way down showing off a lot of those fantastic mammaries. I also notice that she locked the door as she was closing it. "You've really fucked me this time, you asshole." Damn, and I can't remember that, which I'm sure I would. "You're sending me to training the week of May 10th." "So?" "So that's the week I'm supposed to be on leave." "But the training is something you've been asking for for at least a year. And once you finish, you'll get promoted, no questions asked." "But that's also the only week I could get a room at the... uh, resort... that I want to go to on vacation this year." "Well, maybe we can make some arrangements to change the training. Or maybe you could go somewhere else on vacation. There's lots of resorts around." "Not like this place." "So what's so special about wherever it is you want to go?" "Well... it's kinda... it's a sort of training camp... kinda... " "A training camp? What are you some kind of football player or somethin'?" "Not that kind of training camp... " "So what kind... you seem sort of embarrassed, what is this place, a nudist camp?" Sometimes my wit even impresses me. "Well, yes, actually, that and more... it's a place where you can go to learn special sexual techniques... " "I beg your pardon... a fucking and sucking school... you've got to be kidding me." "No that's really what it is... you see, I'm not real good at that kind of stuff, and because of the way I look, I should be... " "What do you mean you should be?" "Well, I notice that guys are always getting hard when I get close to them. And that some guys, get a weird smile on their face when I bend over. I know I've go nice tits and I try to keep myself in shape. It's just that, I've only been with a man a couple of times and they've been real clumsy affairs. I guess I want to learn to please, so that I can enjoy myself." By this time I was beginning to feel a little rise in my pants. Just imagining this young kid being taught the fine art of screwing and giving head brought life to my groin. I guess she noticed I was getting a little uncomfortable. "Maybe you would like to evaluate my skills and let me know if you think I should go to training or to camp... " With those words she moved across the room and began to unbutton her blouse... "But Angie, what about the other staff, I mean, maybe we'll be disturbed or caught or something like that... I'm a married man... " "I thought we might need some privacy, so I made sure that everyone was gone for the day before I came in here... and before you get nervous, I called your wife and told her you would be working late and I called your car pool and told them the same thing... you're free for a while now... " "Well... I... " At that moment her blouse fell open revealing her bra-less tits, perfectly shaped and ever so firm. I was speechless as she reached my desk and leaned over and kissed my forehead. I took one of her nipples into my mouth. It was pink and firm and as I sucked it she moaned and drew in a deep breath. I reached out and grabbed the other breast in my hand and began to roll the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moved around my desk and pushed herself between me and the desk. When she had seated herself on my desk she lifted her skirt slightly to show me her panties. They were dark where her juices had begun to soak them. I reached up and grabbed the waist of her underpants and began to tug them down. As my hand crossed over her butt she grabbed my wrist and force my fingers into her crack and I slowly worked my middle finger into her anus. She squealed with delight and began to rock back and forth on it. I began to lick and suck her right tit and with my other hand to massage her mound through her panties. I withdrew my finger from her butt and removed her panties. Her pussy was glistening with her juices and was swollen with anticipation. I began to kiss her thighs and lick toward her love- nest. The waiting was more than she could take. She grabbed my head and forced my face onto her throbbing clit. I licked and sucked her clit and began finger-fucking her. She began to scream in climax in just a few seconds. "Now that you've shown me you're good at this stuff, let me show you my stuff," she purred. Her dainty hands reached down to my swollen crotch and she pulled my zipper down, releasing some of the strain on my cock. She undid my belt and pants and expertly had my slacks and underwear around my ankles in just seconds. My erect cock throbbed in mid-air as she rubbed her hands over the shaft of it. The head of my member grew purple with excitement and a drop of jizm appeared at the opening. She climbed off the desk and kneeled between my legs and ran her tongue over the underside of my shaft. I felt the tension building in my loins as she licked and kissed my penis and balls. I began fingering her wet pussy as she took the head of my dick in her warm mouth. The sensation was almost more than I could stand. I pulled my cock from her mouth and lifted her onto the desk. Without a word I mounted her, shoving my dick slowly into her tight nook. She was moaning under me as I put my cock into her fully. Her cunt felt like velvet steam, warm and wetly smooth wrapped around my dick. We pumped at each other for what seemed like hours, our hips thrusting and swiveling with every stroke. As we fucked, we kissed deeply, letting our tongues tickle the back of each others throats. In our passion we cleared my desk of all the paperwork, the nameplate, and, with a crash, the telephone and desk lamp. At that moment I began to fill her with my cum. As I gave her the last few pumps that my deflating cock could muster, she began to writhe in the fullness of her orgasm. The pulsating grip of her pussy milked my cock dry and I pulled out of her. I began fingering her clit and working my fingers into her sticky cunt. She gasped and in a few minutes was announcing yet another orgasm with her moaning. I sat in my chair, spent and sweaty. She began to dress and to gather the scattered papers. I hurriedly straightened my clothing and helped her pick up the litter of our encounter. She turned and kissed me fully, then said, "Well, do I get to go to school?" I told her she didn't seem to need it, that she was one hell of a sex partner. "I still want to go to sex camp instead of that shit training you want to send me too. Maybe if you came with me, you'd let me go." I thought about the idea for only a moment. "Maybe so," I said, "Okay, you can take leave that week, under one condition." "What's that?" she asked knowingly. "You have to get me on as an instructor at this camp you're going to." "I'll have to call the camp manager to try to set it up. It could take a while." "I'll take my chances." She gave me a peck on the cheek and left my office to go freshen up. I leaned back in my chair and began to think about May.