Secretarial Skills
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I’m a 27 year old female software engineer, 5’9” tall, not a bad body or hard to look at I’m told and worked my way up to my present job in the company that I have been with since I graduated college. I’ve just recently been promoted to section manager with 30 engineers working under me and I now have my own office with access to the secretarial pool. Now I should tell you that I am kind of bi-sexual but lean more towards the female sex and have been with a few women but never in what you would...
Lesbian"Secretarial Day With Aunt Madge" My parents were having a cookout and had invited Madge over for the afternoon. I was getting a hamburger off the grill in the back yard as she approached then looked around to see my folks busy talking at the patio table. "You haven't come over in quiet some time Timmy, what's the matter precious?" she questioned as she gathered her food. "I want you to come over, I want you to come over tomorrow morning Timmy," she said as she took her plate in...
Dear Diary: Jan 1 — I've done my good deed for the year. Instead of going out on New Year's Eve I came here and babysat so oe and Val could go out. At least they were too drunk to fuck when they got home so I didn't have that frustration to contend with. Y'know Diary even if Val is prettier and has those humungous hooters I bet I could steal Joe from her. I know she can't suck cock like Bill taught me and I'm sure she doesn't have the muscle control he made me learn either. But it's...
“Yes sir, thank you so much,” I replied to my boss shaking his hand. “You do a good job Mr. Petrelli and I expect to have a weekly report from you,” my boss replied. “I won’t let you down sir.” Finally after ten years of working my ass off for this company I got the promotion I was going after. I had been promoted to regional director of sales for a national company and was now in charge of about six different southern states. I knew my job wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew I...
Dear Diary: Jun 26 — I may have got myself into something over my head. Joe disappeared from the office around 3:30 PM on Tuesday and he appeared at my apartment soon after I got home. I wasn't happy to see him and he knew that but he'd brought some booze with him and he started things off again by pouring me a stiff drink. I think I may be an alcoholic because even though I know what it does to me... and what he does to me as a result... I keep right on drinking with him. We talked......
I felt terribly guilty for what I'd done... not only because I'd cheated on Val but also because I thought I'd taken unfair advantage of my innocent secretary. Or was she? Right then she was lying limply under me like she was unconscious except that she was sort of sobbing and her cunt gave an occasional squeezing twitch on my deflating cock. "Joe... hanh... Joe... hanh... you know you were first, don't you? I... hanh... never did it... hanh... before." Irene blubbered as tears...
We returned to Auckland Domestic Terminal after a business meeting at the Sofitel Hotel to find our flight had been cancelled. "I need to ring my husband!" Angela said. "Okay. I will ring Novotel Hotel book us two rooms for the night. " I replied. Angela is in her mid twenties, short, big tits and ass, likes to dress 80s style, and is a cock teaser. I want to fuck the living shit out of her. I like sticking my big fat cock in young ladies butts. Buttfucking. I restrain myself because of the...
Dear Diary: Jun 15 — I'm so sorry Diary that I've gone so long since writing. It's the longest gap ever except that one time when I was sixteen when Bill married the bitch Evelyn. This time I don't really have an excuse but not much happened anyway. Joe was sent away on some kind of special assignment in another Division of the company and he took Val and the kids with him so I haven't seen any of them since the beginning of March. But I still think that Joe is an evil bastard for what...
Dear Diary: Jul 15 — I still don't know why Joe and/or Val hasn't let something slip about those e-mails but not a word. Joe showed up at my apartment on Sunday night while I was drowning my sorrow about being dumped by Bill with what was left of the rum he'd brought last week. He's like the Energizer Bunny for sure. He made love to me (or fucked me, whatever) for more than an hour again. Thank God he's been fixed. (I know I've said that a lot but especially now that I don't have Bill...
SignifEvent Journal Sep 200- "Fuck her in the ass, Joe. You never have and she needs to get it that way." Val was in the shower and by the time Irene made this request (demand) last week my secretary was acting quite at home with us. We sort of set up a schedule Tuesday night Val has her and on Thursday I have her and on Saturday it's the three of us and so far I call the shots... suck me, Irene dildo Val, Val dildo Irene or whatever obscene fantasy I chose. Anyway tonight when Irene...
Alex’s cock was so big that he could move his hips back eight inches or more and still leave a good two or three inches stuck fast in her cunt. Shirlyn gasped and moaned deliriously, spreadeagled on her back across her employer’s desk, her naked body glistening with sweat, her legs spread wide on either side of his hips. Alex stood between her forked legs, his hands on her luscious, swollen breasts, squeezing them and toying with her rigid nipples as he fucked her slowly and...
John waited for me to finish eating my cum burger, and then he told me to get up because we were leaving. I stood back up onto my six inch stilettos and walked with his arm around me, which firmly grabbed my ass. We exited the food court and made our way to his office building. The mall had a vast underground network so we were able to walk to his workplace without going outdoors. Along the way though, he never turned down the vibrating dildo in my sissyhole so I was on the verge of climaxing...
John waited for me to finish eating my cum burger, and then he told me to get up because we were leaving. I stood back up onto my six inch stilettos and walked with his arm around me, which firmly grabbed my ass. We exited the food court and made our way to his office building. The mall had a vast underground network so we were able to walk to his workplace without going outdoors. Along the way though, he never turned down the vibrating dildo in my sissyhole so I was on the verge of climaxing...
Crossdressing“Mr. Krushank, you wanted to see me in your office?” Patricia smiled as she said it, knowing that it was she giving the order.“Er, yes, Patricia. You don't mind me taking you away from the party, do you?” Krushank covered his surprise nicely. He stepped away for the group of employees with whom he had been talking, taking his drink with him.“No, Mr. Krushank. I'm sure the party will survive without us for a bit.” Patricia smiled demurely at her willing accomplice. Patricia led the way to...
Dear Diary: Jun 29 — On Friday Joe called me to his office and quizzed me about what I might have said to Val. He didn't explain but I'm sure she must have accused him of screwing me and then after she saw me she backed off. Anyway for a change I babysat for them and didn't have sex with either one... or even see and hear them having sex. My period started last night. But it was a successful visit. As soon as the kids were in bed I got into Val's private file and found her photo...
It was late when I got up off the floor and helped Irene to her bed. Even though she'd drained me with her snug cunt and tight ass I felt a stirring in my groin from her submissiveness. For no particular reason I peeked in her roommate's bedroom before I left and I got a shock. On the other girl's bed was a sheet of paper that I picked up and read. The message was brief but quite clear. Irene was telling her to be away tonight so she had been lying when she pretended surprise that her...
“Todd, hold my calls,” Patricia walked quickly into her office, trying to hide her excitement. She set her purse and briefcase on her desk and sat down. She was still flushed and trembling. What an exciting morning! Patricia rocked back in her chair, reflecting and trying to calm herself. She couldn’t believe she’d actually done it! Just thinking about it gave her butterflies. “It must be Dr. Schmidt’s influence,” she thought. “The hypnosis. He’s made me bolder. I like that. I’m having more...
“Todd, hold my calls,” Patricia walked quickly into her office, trying to hide her excitement. She set her purse and briefcase on her desk and sat down. She was still flushed and trembling. What an exciting morning! Patricia rocked back in her chair, reflecting and trying to calm herself. She couldn't believe she'd actually done it! Just thinking about it gave her butterflies. “It must be Dr. Schmidt's influence,” she thought. “The hypnosis. He's made me bolder. I like that. I'm...
Patricia arrived at her office at little early, planning to complete the several reports she had due before the weekend so she would have both days free. She and Bill hadn't seen much of one another lately, Bill being occupied with his new job and the required travel. Patricia was hoping to make up some lost time together this weekend. She had been occupied, too, but only partially with work.First, there had been Barry, Patricia's erstwhile superior. Barry had tried to **** Patricia by...
[with thanks to my muse]“Wow, babe! You look really hot! Are you trying to seduce your new manager?” Bill looked up from his eggs and eyed Patricia. “Want some coffee, hun? Maybe got time for breakfast with me? Before you go hit on Mr. Krushank.”Patricia was wearing heels, a short, tight skirt, and Bill's favorite low-cut top. He didn't know it, but she also had her best pearls in her purse, along with black Wolford stockings, her travel sized vial of Cartier Baiser Vole, and a small...
“Brenda, are you busy Saturday night?” “Uhmm, Mr. Compton, isn’t that a bit inappropriate?” “What, asking you to accompany me to a fundraiser? No, actually, I checked with Ms. Powell in HR and she said it would be OK, as long as the time you spent both preparing for and with me at the event counted toward your weekly hours, or if I wished and with your permission paid you overtime instead, and I didn’t coerce you into it. Call her. I’m desperate.” “OK, I’ll call, but it seems weird.” “Why?...
Dear Diary: Dec 3 — From the way Joe looked at me yesterday he knows I've watched him screwing Val. But the main reason I'm writing tonight is to tell you I got a surprise. Val called and we're going out together tomorrow night. She and Joe have an agreement that he can go out with the guys on Tuesday and she gets to go out on Wednesday. Gotta rest for a late night I guess, G'night. Dear Diary: Dec 5 — It was a late night but Val had to leave before midnight. She said Joe was easy to...
Dear Diary: Jan 30 — It's been a long week. Joe has been away on a business trip to Head Office so I haven't had a chance to find out how he'll treat me after stealing my virginity. (Ha!) And now that I've been fucked by someone other than my big brother (and my boss's wife if I include lesbian sex) I'm hornier than I've ever been. Damn! Bill has to get rid of that bitch Evelyn so we can live together and I can have his babies. Val called today and asked me to sit for them tomorrow...
Dear Diary: Feb 6 — I hate him and I wish I could quit my job but I need the money. I made a huge mistake on Tuesday when I let him take me to dinner. He can act so nice and I believed what he said. He made me feel beautiful (which I know I'm not) and it was the classiest dinner I've ever had. I know I kind of cheated him by making him think he got my virginity and he certainly seemed to appreciate it or maybe he just felt like he was a winner. And I'm sure he still believes he was my...
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