Suggest you read the first two chapters to get the full experience of Kathryn, the perfect secretary.
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Getting to work early each day to enjoy the services and visual delights of my secretary had become a ritual by now. We got to work between 6:30 and 7:00 am each day, giving us an hour or more to begin our day exhausted from sex and orgasms. Kathryn continued to dress in appropriate business attire but I was happy to see she had shortened all her hemlines to be just barely within company policy. Underneath she dressed like a courtesan in heat. She loved crotchless panties, and shelf-bras, and it was a rare day she didn’t wear nylons and garters and high heels. Sometimes she wore a butt plug to work or put it in during the day or inserted a wireless vibrating egg into her pussy and handed me the controller.
She kept a bottle of massage oil, anal lubricant, and ginger root (in a baggie) inside her over sized hand bag. It wasn’t unusual for her to stuff lingerie into her bag and model for me during the day. As per my request, she always wore her long auburn hair down. Occasionally I allowed her to tie into a pony tail when she was sucking me, but I also enjoyed cumming on her hair, which she admitted was not her favorite thing, but she accommodated me regardless; “I want to make you happy,” was her frequent mantra.
Although the never asked or hinted about financial matters, I did give her a hefty raise in pay – all within policy – but it was a bit risky because I was now paying her what a long-term executive secretary would make at our firm. I also bought her toys and lingerie and treated her to lunch and dinner now and again.
Once of the things I appreciated about Kathryn was that she was always put together well. Everything matched. She was not the type of woman who would wear a red bra with black panties or mix stripes and plaid together. She was always impeccably dressed; her make up was always perfect, never over stated, and when in the company of others, she spoke professionally, especially to other women. She didn’t want women to get a whiff of impropriety. Men, she figured, would put up with some playfulness, but not women.
We were not 4 months into our affair, if that is indeed the correct way to describe what we had together. Sex and kink were so frequent with Kathryn I must admit I lost interest in my wife and it eventually caused so much stress, she asked me to move out. I have been living in a two-room suite in the Hilton for a couple of weeks. My wife wants me to go to counselling, but what could I say in a session. I loved my wife and found her attractive but I had never been with a woman like Kathryn. There just wasn’t any comparison that my wife would win. I felt incredibly guilty about that, but I was addicted. I felt compelled to be with my secretary for as long as I could, no matter what.
Teasing other men in my office had become a regular occurrence. Up until now her little flashes and innuendos had been limited to outside account executives, not internal colleagues, though she told me recently she wished she could tease some of the other men I worked with. She told me that while sitting in my office with her legs wide open fingering her pussy while I was reviewing a document she handed me.
“Would that please you, Mister Swanson?”
I nodded. “It’s risky though, Kathryn.”
“Oh, I know,” she giggled. “I would make sure it seemed accidentally. I promise. I just think it would he so hot for your colleagues to see my bare pussy.”
I looked up from my papers. Kathryn has this ability to look like a wanton slut while also coming off as the innocent girl next door. It was uncanny. “I will take your suggestion under advisement.”
Today, Kathryn was wearing a sun dress, powder blue with a few white carnations woven into the fabric. In terms of cleavage, it was on the verge of being too risqué, but I didn’t care. The dress flared out from her waist, reminding me of those 1950 dresses housewives used to wear in detergent commercials. That morning she had stripped naked in my office and put a suction cup dildo onto the filing cabinet, bent over and fucked her pussy and her ass that way – bent over and slamming against the toy. She fucked herself so hard, the file cabinet banged against the wall.
I ended up illegal bahis fucking her mouth while she fucked her ass and minutes later she hurried off to the bathroom to wash my cum out of her hair and get herself presentable for the day.
Around 4 pm is when I had my last scheduled meeting. It was with a vice-president of one of our supplies, an older, gruff looking man named Frank. He was short and pudgy though good looking in a rugged sort of way. As was my routine, I had Kathryn come in and take notes.
Frank had to be in his sixties and he lacked a certain grace when talking to other people, especially pretty young women, referring to them as “dear” or “doll.” When Kathryn walked in, Frank beamed, “Well aren’t you the cat’s meow. I wondered what you looked like standing up.” Then to me he said, “You got a stunner here.”
Kathryn smiled and crossed her legs and like usual let her dress rise higher than a woman should. While we talked, she crossed and uncrossed her legs and a couple of times her pussy peeked out at the two of us, but just for a moment. She also ran her hand through her hair, rubbed her lips together, and ran a finger across the neck of her dress, the bottom part of her palm sliding across her breast.
At one point, Frank asked if he could have a few moments alone with me. Kathryn agreeable walked out of my office and shut the door.
“What the fuck, Matt,” Frank said.
“What do you mean?”
Aww come on, Matt. I have been around the block a few times. She is teasing me and you know it.”
“Shall I ask her to stop?”
Frank laughed. “Fuck no. I want her to actually show me her pussy, no more pretending it’s by accident.”
I grabbed my phone and called Kathryn and had her return.
“Kathryn,” I said, trying to sound serious. “It seems Frank is a bit frustrated with you.”
“Oh?” Kathryn lowered her head in shame. “What can I do to make things better?”
“Well, I think things would be just fine if you pulled up your dress, spread your legs and showed Frank your wet pussy.”
Kathryn perked up. “Oh, is that all? Of course, I can do that.” She smiled at Frank and slowly slide her dress up to her waist, spread her legs and looked down. “Can you see my pussy clearly now, Sir?”
Frank was dumbfounded. “He nodded. “Yes, and I must say, what a beautiful pussy you have, Kathryn.”
Kathryn beamed. “Why thank you, Sir.” She could have left things at that, but Kathryn always went the extra mile. She reached down and spread her labia wide apart of her hands, tugging her labia to either side. “How’s that?” Her pink opening was not only wet, it was leaking a white cream that dripped down onto the chair.
“Fuck,” Frank said.
“Oh, that’s up to Mister Swanson, Sir?”
“Wha…”
“I mean it is up to him if I fuck you, Sir.”
Frank didn’t know what to say. “Oh, I didn’t…I mean, are you serious…I wasn’t expecting…oh shit, I am babbling like an idiot.”
I decided to put an end to his torture. “Kathryn, Frank may get to fuck you one day, but this is not the day. You can leave us now but before you do, stand up facing Frank, turn around and bend over and let me see your ass.”
After Kathryn did as she was told, she left the room. Frank looked at me. “You are one fucking lucky sonovabitch,” he said. “Do you tap that ass, too?”
I smiled. “Frank, I will leave that to your imagination. But for now, we have this contract to finish off, assuming of course you still want to do business with me.”
Needless to say, Frank signed the contract without any negotiation of price. “I assume we will have to have frequent meetings on this,” he said.
“Yes, of course. And I am sure we will need a minute taker.”
Frank grinned. He shook my hand and left. He stopped for a moment to talk to Kathryn who was at her desk.
After Frank left, Kathryn returned to my office. She stood opposite from my desk with her back against the wall. “Was I good, Mister Swanson?”
“You were very good, Kathryn. Frank was beside himself.”
Kathryn lifted her leg and rested her foot on the coffee table. She raised her dress and said, “He sure seemed to like looking at my pussy, Mister Swanson.”
“Yes, he will be back I am sure. What did he say to you as casino siteleri he left?”
“Oh. He just said he really wanted to see more of me.” Kathryn snickered. “I imagine you enjoy having me show off to a gruff old man.”
“I do. You know, he thinks you are a slut, don’t you Kathryn?”
Kathryn slipped two fingers inside her pussy and looked me in the eye. “Will you make me fuck him, Mister Swanson?”
“He’s not all that attractive, Kathryn.”
She continued to finger her pussy. “Oh, Mister Swanson, I know. I would never give him the time of day to be honest, but…” Kathryn began caressing her breast while fingering her wet cunt. “But…will you make me fuck him?”
Kathryn eyes were closed now as she masturbated against the wall. “Kathryn?”
She opened her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
“You will suck him, too.”
“Oh God,” Kathryn gasped. “Will you make me…?”
By now Kathryn was furiously finger fucking her pussy, her free hand squeezing her big tits as hard as she could, and her head swinging up and down, her beautiful auburn hair flying about.
“Yes, Kathryn. You will drink his cum.”
“Oh my God, oh Sir, may I cum? Please, please?”
I looked at my iPhone. “No, Kathryn, we have our next appointment here in five minutes and you need to collect yourself.
She immediately withdrew her fingers from her pussy and walked over to me and licked each finger clean. “Mister Swanson, may I speak honestly?”
Her fingers were covered in pussy gruel and the visual of her licking up her juices drove me wild. “Sure.”
After she sucked clean the last of her wet fingers, she smiled and said, “Sometimes, Mister Swanson, you are such a bastard.”
Soon after I was meeting with Jason McGee, our corporate lawyer. He was in his thirties and the polar opposite of Frank: handsome to a fault, dressed in the latest of fashion, tall, buff, and he had a baritone radio voice that even I thought was sexy.
The first thing he said to me was, “What’s that aroma?”
“Aroma?” I was chuckling on the inside.
Kathryn entered the room just then.
“Yes, what’s that smell?”
Kathryn sat down and parted her legs slightly. “That’s me, I imagine, Mister McGee.”
She cast her eyes down for a moment and then looked at Jason and smiled.
Her legs were parted enough to draw attention to a potential impropriety but not wide enough to signal that she wanted him to see her wet cunt.
Jason shot a glance at me and returned Kathryn’s smile. “Well, whatever it is, Kathryn, it is quite nice. I assume it’s your perfume?”
“More like a body spray, Sir.”
“Okaaaay,” I interrupted. “Let’s get down to business.” I wasn’t quite ready for Kathryn to be on display to a corporate colleague, much less our lawyer, but I could tell Jason was already taken with Kathryn and I imagined at some point I would let him in on the fun.
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Now that I was separated, Kathryn and I could see more of each other. We were still careful not to go where we might be seen by co-workers, but we a few favorite spots. One was an Irish pub that had tall back booths along the side and around the corner of the room. Our preferred booth was the last one in the corner. The booth was u-shaped so we could sit side by side.
We went there recently. It was a Wednesday night and the pub wasn’t that busy. It was hot outside and I told Kathryn she could dress however she wished. I arrived early and shared a shot with the owner, Maxine, and her brother Karl, who tended bar. They were yapping baseball to me, which I tuned out, but somehow seemed to nod my head at the right times. I like baseball, used to play it in university, but some people are fanatics. They know all the players and all their stats and somehow thing they should share that knowledge with anyone and everyone.
But Maxine and Karl were good people, hard working, always fair with customers and when they threw someone out of the bar, which happened on occasion, they did so with style and a firm gentleness. Of course, it helped that Karl was a monster of a man.
We were laughing and about to have our second shot when Kathryn walked in. For the first few moments the sun that streamed in through the open door made her look more like a shadow, poker siteleri but when the door closed, all of us stopped talking. Every head in the bar turned toward her.
Kathryn was wearing oversized sunglasses above her full lips which she had painted a deep red. Her hair was braided into pig tails and hung in front of her body, dangling over the very low cut, polka dot bikini top. Her wrists were adorned with bangles of very sizes, some wooden, some silver, one was bronze, and her navel was pierced with some sort of jewel that glinted deep green as she walked.
It was the Daisy Duke shorts that had everyone’s attention. It would have been impossible to have them cut any shorter. She was barely legal. The thin strand of jean material between her legs was literally resting between her labia, which were clearly visible. Her long legs glistened from some sort of oil or cream she had rubbed on them and were accentuated by her deep red high heel shoes, which matched her lipstick.
When she reached me, she turned slowly around. Nearly half of her ass cheeks were exposed and the strand of cloth that held her shorts together disappeared into her ass crack like a thong does.
“You approve, Mister Swanson?” Kathryn greeted Maxine and nodded at Karl, giving him a “do you want me” kind of look.
I took Kathryn’s hand and led her to the booth. “You look amazing, Kathryn.”
“I wanted everyone here to know I am yours, Sir.”
We sat there for a couple of hours drinking wine. We talked about everything other than work, where we were brought up, how our parents fucked us up with all their rules and restrictions. I discovered her father had left her mother for his secretary.
“That must have been hard.”
“Yeh, but I decided I was going to be the secretary, not the wife men leave. He was a bastard for real, Sir.”
“So, you don’t ever want to get married?”
“I never say never, Mister Swanson, but I think I make a pretty good secretary, don’t you?” She reached under the table and undid my belt. “Would you like me to beat you off, Sir?”
“Only if you take off your shorts, Kathryn.”
“All the way?”
“Yes.”
Karl noticed Kathryn twisting and turning to get her shorts off. I smiled at him and waved him over.
By the time Karl made it to the table, Kathryn had her shorts in her hand.
I smiled at Karl and then said to Kathryn, “Hand Karl your shorts.”
Both gave me an incredulous look, but Kathryn held out her shorts and Karl took them, grinned like a baboon in heat, and carried them back with him to the bar. He stood there and watched while Kathryn stroked my cock under the table. He couldn’t see anything but he knew what was going on. When I was getting close to cumming, I whispered in Kathryn’s ear and she slid down underneath the table and took all my cum in her mouth.
That’s when I waved for Karl to return. He brought the shorts with him and I set them on the table, neatly folded.
“That was fucking awesome,” Karl said.
“No kidding,” I chuckled. Then in a serious voice, “Would you like to sit next to Kathryn and see her pussy?”
That’s when Maxine’s gruff voice interrupted us. “Karl, you got customers!”
We waited for a bit to see if he could free up some time, but no luck for him. He was too busy.
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As I drove Kathryn back to my hotel, she unzipped her shorts and played with her pussy the whole way, cumming at least twice. “Oh Sir, that was so incredible. Thank you.”
What a girl! I smiled and softly said, “You are amazing, Kathryn.”
“You know, Sir, I really am ready to fuck others for you.”
“Yes, dear. I know you are and you will when I decide it’s time. You do realize I expect you to suck and fuck any man I tell you to, even Frank.”
That’s when Kathryn plunged two fingers into her soaked pussy and gave me the most wanton look I had yet seen adorn her beautiful face. “Oh, God, Sir, I don’t know why but knowing I would fuck him for you is so hot because, well, you know… he is rather disgusting.”
“Can you imagine him on top of you, grunting as he unloads inside you?”
“Fuck, Sir, fuck, I am cumming, Oh God please make me fuck him.”
“Anyone else you want to fuck?”
Kathryn caught her breath and said, “Yes, Sir, remember those two black men you had in your office several months ago?”
“I do.”
“I would like both of them inside of me, Mister Swanson. Is that okay?”
I grinned and placed Kathryn’s hand on my stiffened cock.
“Oh,” she giggled. “I guess it is.
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