Agency Secretary Fulfilled Part 3 and conclusion of The Agency
- 2 years ago
- 14
- 0
Agency Secretary (Part 2 Of The Agency) free porn video
Agency Secretary
About this time, Mom bought a new, big house in a suburb and we moved
from behind the Agency into what in my mind was a palace. The Agency was
prospering and so were we. I now had some place to drive my new
convertible every day.
The next Monday after my reboot, I was back at my desk at the Agency and
that afternoon, for the first time, I spent a couple of hours alone
taking care of all the bullshit in the office, the mail, the phones,
drop-ins, etc. etc.
I was tired going home, but I had really enjoyed my first day working on
my own. I told Mom so and she just beamed. "A mother knows what's
best."
Within a couple of weeks the novelty had worn off and the job became one
of solving problems. Those were fun too. My first real job was
important.
We got all sorts of vendors who took care of the office equipment,
including Dave, who took care, in a manner of speaking, of our computers
and network. Mostly, he came over to flirt with me, which, to be fair, I
found kind of flattering. He was cute and obviously used to having his
way with women. I just found his antics mostly amusing. One day when he
contrived to run his hand over by butt when I was wearing a very short
skirt I turned to him and said, "You're fun, but I don't appreciate that
at all. Don't ever touch me again unless I say you can. If I tell Mom
she'll put a stop to it, fast, one way or another, and it is a hell of a
lot easier to get rid of a computer tech than it is to get rid of
offspring."
His eyes got big. "Sorry, Gwen, it won't happen again."
He left, chagrined. I didn't think much more about it. He was a
Neanderthal, but so were a lot of other people. He dropped by everyday
the next week but I didn't flirt with him, partly because I was still a
little piqued, partly because we were so busy. A couple of weeks after
that, Mom had to go to the home office. It was a pain. She notified all
her customers and vendors I expected a pretty quiet week when she was
gone. Dave still kept showing up most days, all apologetic for his
previous behavior.
One day he brought me flowers and he kept up a constant, "I'm sorry, let
me make it up to you."
I remained friendly but impersonal so thanked him but didn't banter the
way we did before. I wore my best outfits, short skirts, high heels,
anything at all to tease him because I knew he was coming in. He
deserved it. From previous experience with him, I knew which of my
outfits he liked. It was great fun.
One afternoon he dropped by the agency for just a couple of seconds on
his way back to his office. I was wearing a little skater skirt that
barely covered my butt, 5" strappy heels with all my toes exposed and an
off the shoulder pink top that was fabulous. I had just finished at the
spa and I had got my acrylic toenails polished hot pink with little
rhinestone hearts on the big toes and baby blue polish on a couple of
toes on each foot. My hair at that time was in one of my really blond
periods and it was done on top of my head and affixed with a pink ribbon.
Pink lipstick drove attention to my lips.
If I do say so myself I looked spectacular. He, on the other hand,
looked like the wolf in a Tex Avery cartoon. It was funny. I remember
thinking he should never, ever play poker. It made me smile, a smile
that he totally misinterpreted, I'm sure. He hemmed and hawed around
obviously trying to think of something to say and I kept posing for him
until he rather shyly asked, "Let me take you out to dinner."
I arched my eyebrows. "Dinner, where?"
"Ah, maybe at that new Mexican restaurant over on 6th. Have you been
there yet?"
"No. When?"
"Friday after work for Happy Hour?"
"No. I'm 18, too young to drink legally and I don't drink at all in any
case. Thanks anyway."
"Wait, we don't have to drink, we can just have dinner."
"I tell you what, Dave. I'll meet you there at 6:30 after work on
Friday, and you can buy me dinner and explain why you don't think I
already have a date on Friday night."
"I didn't mean that, I meant I wanted to take you out, and I get paid on
Friday. Please don't be mad."
I stood up and walked over to him and ushered him to the door. "I'm not
mad, I think it's funny. I'll see you Friday."
I opened the door and locked it behind him and left him standing on their
with a shocked look on his face. It's not like he didn't deserve it so I
didn't worry about it too much.
The next day I went out and bought a black sequined dress with a V-neck
and a skirt that came down just below my knees. I figured I'd wear my
black patent leather open-toed sandals. I begged an appointment at the
spa, to get my makeup changed, to all red polish and red lipstick. Since
I came every week, even though they were very busy they worked me in. I
went up there dressed and the ladies fussed over me when they found out I
had a date. They made the nail polish match my car and they put me on
the road straight to the Mexican restaurant from the Spa. My leisurely
drive put me at the restaurant half an hour late. I was sailing along
with the top down and idiots on the road tried to flirt with me, further
stoking my ego. I was sure I looked as wonderful as I felt.
I got there around 7 and walked into the foyer and there was Dave, with a
beer in front of him, looking morose. Perfect, I thought. I walked
right to his table and he looked up and saw me and stood up and greeted
me looking a little relieved, a little happy, and a little offended. I
let him seat me. The first words out of his mouth were, "You're late."
I looked at him. "I'm here. I don't have to be. Would you rather I
leave?" I started to gather up my purse.
"No, no, I'm sorry. I just got worried."
"For Christ's sake, it's just dinner not your circumcision or something.
Do they have a ceremony for circumcision?"
He looked absolutely horrified. "No, I don't think so. I've never heard
of one. Jesus."
"How many beers have you had?"
"Just this one."
"Get some breath freshener or something. I hate alcohol on your breath."
He started to put his hand over his mouth, thought better of it and
looked confused as if he didn't know what to do.
"I think they have mints at the front counter."
He got up and got a couple and came back while I settled in. I was
feeling really bitchy. I got the waiter's eye and got menus while Dave
was still fumbling around on his errand. This was almost too easy. If
he hadn't looked so cute and befuddled about everything, I don't guess I
would have kept it up. I thought about ordering the most expensive
things, but then thought about Dave and what was probably his small
paycheck. I ordered for both of us while he was still on the way back to
the table. Mexican Plate specials, just right for the working man and
his date. I'm so kind.
He got back and I told him I'd ordered for us, and you could tell he
started to say something. But he looked at me for a couple of seconds,
took a deep breath, and didn't say anything.
I broke the ice. "This place is nice."
He looked around and said, "Yeah."
He was being surly. I said, "Look Dave, this was your idea. In the
first place, you could have asked the waiter to get you the mints, that's
their job. Secondly, 6:30 to me means when I get there after 6:30. It's
not like I stood you up. Third, you haven't even told me how you like my
outfit, which is just plain rude. Would you like to call this off, now?"
Being a bitch is absolutely the most fun in the world. The poor guy took
another deep breath and said, "I'm sorry. You look wonderful. But you
always look wonderful. I'm just not in the best mood, I don't guess. I
was really looking forward to this and when you were late, I just started
stewing and stewing. But that's not your fault."
I sat back and smiled my most spectacular smile. "OK Dave. Your apology
is accepted. I'm used to coming and going when I want. That does not
mean, however, that you shouldn't be where you say when you say it. You
don't have to do anything to get ready but show up, one doesn't look this
good without a lot of work, which you seem oblivious to. Plus there's an
old saying, 'whoever loves the least rules', between us that means
obviously I rule. In fact, it means I rule any relationship."
He looked a little stunned. "I need to relax. I was just afraid you
weren't going to show up."
"Oh. Now that's the first really sweet thing you've said to me."
I smiled and reached over and patted the top of his hand. "Don't worry,
if I wasn't going to show up, I wouldn't have accepted the invitation.
That's sweet. I like that."
He looked shocked that he'd finally done something right and smiled back.
Our dinners came and we ate, talking about work, mostly. I didn't like
it. We were quietly getting along and I noticed a group of guys sitting
in the corner, pretty loud and paying attention to us. I didn't look
directly at them but asked, "Who are those bozos in the corner. Do you
know them?"
He looked embarrassed. "Yeah. Kind of."
I looked at him seriously and grinned. "You brought me in here to show
me off to your Happy Hour buddies?"
"Gwen, it's not exactly like that."
"Oh no? What's it exactly like?"
"Oh God. I was telling them how spectacular you looked and things kind
of got out of hand. They didn't believe me and I told them I'd show them
and now I feel like an idiot."
I tilted my head and looked at him. "You took me to this restaurant to
show me off."
I shook my head, but I smiled.
He said, "Yeah, I guess so, it was like I could get a date with a
princess. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry for all the spectacularly sweet things you do, as well as
all the stupid things you do. This falls into the spectacularly sweet
category. I'm flattered. You like going out with the princess, Dave?"
"Yeah. Yeah I do."
I leaned over and said quietly. "Spectacularly sweet. I don't mind being
those fellow's masturbatory fantasy at all. It keeps them off the street
and out of decent people's way. No problem. But let's get out of here.
They've seen enough. Come on over to my house and we can watch a movie,
Mom, as I'm sure you know, is out of town, we'll have the media room to
ourselves. I live at 79 Wistful Vista. OK?"
He looked shocked. "Yes."
I stood up as did he and I put my arms around his neck and kissed him
before sailing out the door and toward home.
I made some popcorn while I waited for him, then I set my phone up to
display on the big-screen TV. He wasn't long coming. I heard the
doorbell ring and went and got him. He was suitably impressed with the
house. "Wow, this is something."
I dimpled, "Glad you like it. You said you liked going out with a
princess so I thought you would."
I showed him around before leading him to the media room. The popcorn
was already on the table in front of a sectional and I led him there and
sat him down. "Coke, Root Beer, Dr. Pepper, what?"
He clearly was hoping for something a little stronger, which he was going
to get, just not the way he thought. "A Coke please."
I got glasses and ice cubes from the fridge in the corner and set them
and a two liter Coke on the table, smiling all the time and finally
settled in next to him, but not touching. I drew my legs up under me and
put my arm on the back of the sectional and started playing with my
phone. I went to a free porn site and chose the 'hand job' category and
clicked through the videos until I found one of suitable length. I
displayed it up on the screen and Dave's eyes got big as it started
playing.
I ran my fingers through his hair. "I like porn, don't you?"
The one I had chosen was a video of a girl taking a huge penis out of
this guy's pants came up and started stroking it. Dave's eyes got bigger
and I let him catch me looking at his crotch. I smiled and he scooted
toward me and my eyes went back to the video where the couple on the
screen was obviously enjoying things, her stroking, him sitting back.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek and whispered, "Thanks for inviting me
over."
Dave was really aroused, so he was, of course, being sweet. Without
really thinking I kissed him back on the cheek and let my hand go to his
crotch. He gasped. I took my hand off his large, hard, member and
kissed him on the cheek again and put my hand back. He gasped again. I
liked the feeling of power over him and I whispered in his ear, "I'm glad
I invited you over, too."
I stroked him through his pants.
He whispered, "Take it out."
I whispered back, "No."
"Why?"
"You were mean to me. Now you're going to cum in your pants over and
over and you'll have to go home like that. Or I can stop and you will
not cum at all. Whichever you want. And remember this next time and be
sweet to me."
"Don't stop!"
I smiled, "OK."
He soiled all down the front of his pants with a grunt.
I kept looking back at the screen. "Did that feel good?"
He said yes and reached for some popcorn. I slapped his hand and said,
"No!"
I put the bowl in my lap. He asked, "Why?"
"Because I'll give you all the popcorn I want you to have."
"Why?"
"Because that's what I want. Open."
I plopped a kernel in his mouth. "Do I have to ask you for a drink?"
"Yes."
"Come on, can I have some Coke?"
I handed him his Coke, "I'll tell you how much to drink. That's enough."
I took the Coke.
"Why?"
"Quit asking why, I tell you what to do because I like bossing you
around, and you like me bossing you around. It's really simple."
I took the Coke and put my hand back on his penis, which was hard again.
"See, it's all ready to go again. Simple. Do you want to cum again in
your gooey pants?"
He struggled out a "Yes."
"Do you like me bossing you around?"
"Yes."
I pouted and stopped stroking, "Just like?"
"I love it."
"You love what?"
"I love you bossing me around."
I put a kernel in his mouth. I gave him his Coke.
"One swallow."
He took one swallow and I started stroking again "Your pants are going to
be soaked. Do you like going home like that? Can you get in to your
apartment without everybody seeing?"
"I can get in."
"Too bad. Oh well, I'd like to hear your explanation, but I suppose it's
OK to sneak, after all we're sneaking tonight."
My hand went back to his penis again. "Time to cum in your pants again?"
"Yes", he gurgled.
"Do you like to sneak?"
"Yes."
"Do you? How fun. I'm really glad you like being bossed around. It
makes things so much more fun, doesn't it?"
He was really hard again and I kept taking my hand off, keeping him on
razor's edge.
I put my leg out, over his so he could look at them and put my head on
his shoulder.
I suddenly pinched him. He squealed but his hard on stayed. "Do you
want to hear a secret?"
He gasped out, "Yes."
"Let me think about it."
I fumbled with my phone and chose the 'she male' category and went to a
video of a guy blowing a she male with spectacular fake tits and a
gargantuan dick.
He looked shocked, but his erection didn't falter. I started rubbing his
dick again, making no comment about the video, and not even looking at
it. He kept his eyes glued to the big screen and let out another grunt
as he ejaculated into his pants. I smiled but he hardly looked at me,
keeping his eye on the video.
I asked him if he wanted some popcorn and popped a kernel in his mouth
when he said he did. His eyes stayed on the screen where the TG was
filling her admirer's mouth with cum. I gave him some Coke. "Swish it
around in your mouth before swallowing it, that way you'll get all the
taste."
The video ended as he was finishing the swallow of Coke he'd taken. I
started playing with my phone again and got up another video, this one
also short, consisting of some guy blowing another she male while she
reclined on her back and watched. "Here, you liked the last one so much.
Enjoy another."
He sputtered, "I didn't it was just what was on."
He was getting another obvious erection and I pointed to it. "Liar."
I grinned and teased, "What do you suppose they talk about?"
His dick was hard again and I gently stroked it, and commented, "Your
pants are really gooey. I love it. Do they feel all squishy? Surely
they can absorb another shot of yours, can't they?"
"Yes."
I started stroking him again. "I love watching you while you pretend not
to watch the video. It's fun."
He tore his eyes away from the screen and looked at me. "I've never seen
anything like that before."
"You mean a blowjob?"
I widened my eyes and looked at him. He was looking back at the screen.
"No, no, I mean a guy blowing another guy."
"My goodness, it's not all that unusual."
I continued playing with his member in his pants, at one point rubbing
the moisture on my hand off on his shirt and smiling. "My, my, my, you
are messy, you know?"
The she male grabbed the guy by the back of the head and spurted into his
mouth. Dave quit looking at the screen and looked at me. I stopped
feeling him and found another video of the same thing and put it back up.
"There, another of your favorites, Dave."
He remained hard, but since this was the third time, things were going
pretty slow. "They aren't my favorites!"
I sat back and took my hand off him. "Oh, I'm sorry, do you want me to
quit?"
I shut the video off. He looked confused. "No, no, I want to keep on."
I grinned at him. "Well if you want to keep on we're going to watch your
favorites whether you acknowledge it or not. I like that."
I put the video back on.
He let his train of thought wander, which wasn't surprising given his
erection and my teasing it. "It's just, I mean I like watching the porn,
but..."
I kept looking at him and stroking. "I guess we'll know if you can cum
in your pants for me, again, won't we?"
He looked shocked, but his erection stayed steady. I kept manipulating
it.
"Your underwear is really drenched, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"It's probably too big a mess to open your fly and reach my hand in,
huh?"
"No, no, go ahead."
"So you can come again?"
He nodded.
I unzipped him and reached touched his underwear with one finger and
pushed it up and down. He moved against it.
"This video really turns you on. Don't deny it. I think it's cute."
"Yes."
But he wasn't really thinking, he was concentrating on his coming orgasm.
"I think it's really cute."
"Yes."
"You really love it."
"Yes."
He exploded again, while I had one finger on his dick.
"Oh, Dave, go ahead, make it rain all inside your pants."
I laughed and he ejaculated.
He was exhausted. I asked him if he wanted some popcorn, and when he
said yes, I gave him another kernel.
He chewed it and didn't take his eyes off the screen, but his dick didn't
get hard again.
"Another of the same? I've got a nice long one here of a straight guy
with a she male?"
"Let's watch something else."
I looked at him. "You only like them because they turn you on, but now
that you're satisfied you're through with them?"
He looked puzzled while he thought about it and finally said, "I just
thought you might like something else."
I laughed. "No, no, your favorites are fine with me."
I brought up another, longer one and turned it on and slipped his arm
over my shoulder and snuggled up to him. He didn't say anything. After
a little while, his erection started to recover. I pointed it out to
him. "Boy that is four times, we put one of your favorites on and you go
absolutely crazy. Are you going to want to ejaculate again?"
He sputtered a bit, and couldn't think what to say. He was so cute
confused and he didn't say anything. He reached for my hand and started
moving it toward his penis. I pulled my hand away and slapped his hand.
"You can ask nicely. I mean I understand how much this turns you on, but
you need to be polite and not so demanding. Now, do you want me to give
you a hand job while you watch one of your favorite porn videos, cutie?"
He was really erect again. "Yes, please."
"That was sweet. Kiss me and tell me you're sorry."
He swallowed and kissed me and said, "I'm sorry, I just got so excited."
"I understand, it's what you like. It's probably the first time that
you've watched them with someone that understands and likes it too. No
problem Dave."
I started stroking again and leaned over and kissed him. "That is one
big dick he is trying to get in his mouth, how do you suppose he does
it?"
I kept stroking gently.
He replied, "I don't know."
I asked him sweetly, "Have you ever given a blowjob?"
He looked indignant. "No!"
"Liar. I shouldn't keep on doing this if you are going to lie to me."
"No, please keep on. I'm sorry. A couple of times in the boy scouts
when I was a kid we fooled around, that's all."
"My goodness, why did you lie about that? Did you like it?"
"Yeah, kind of, it was the only sex I got when I was 13-14."
"Did you let him cum in your mouth?"
"No. Well, maybe a little. It was so fast."
"You are going to tell me you only did it once?"
"Only once when I got some cum in my mouth."
"Oh. Did you like it?"
"It wasn't much."
"Now I bet you wish he'd filled you up until it was running out the side
of your mouth, don't you?"
I finished him with a flourish.
As he finished he cried, "God, no, no, I don't know."
I snuggled up to him again and kissed him. I whispered, "I like hearing
stories like that from you, the thought of you sucking dicks turns me on,
I'll admit."
We watched the rest of the video. When it was over, I suggested he go
home, and escorted him to the door. In the doorway I stood on my tiptoes
and kissed him and said in a low voice, "You might want to zip that fly,
we don't want the neighbors reporting to Mom."
I giggled and he got red and fumbled with his fly. "Now, Dave, if you're
recovered from this fun, fun night tomorrow afternoon, give me a call and
see what I'm doing. I had a great time."
I shooed him out to his car. He was walking pretty unsteadily but at
least he could pass a blood-alcohol test. I called a cheery,
"Goodnight."
Just like that, he was gone home. What a night. I think for a first
date it went really well.
Vera
- 19.12.2021
- 9
- 0
Ian s Indiscretions My Secretary Catherine A foreign affair
- 1 year ago
- 23
- 0
My French secretary Catherine A foreign affair
- 1 year ago
- 24
- 0
