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The full effect of Kathryn as the perfect secretary is best seen by starting with chapter one. I have had a lot of secretaries in my day, but none like her. This is all fiction but I do wonder if there is a woman out there like her. All characters are over 18.
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By now my life was consumed by Kathryn and work in that order. I got up every day at 5:00 am so I could get to the office by 6:30 at the latest and after my separation from Barbara, my wife, I was seldom home before midnight. Every workday began with Kathryn displaying herself in explicit poses. Sometimes she had a butt plug inside or a vibrating egg. Other times she rode the suction cup dildo, a black monster cock that made her squirt each and every time she impaled herself on it against the wall.
Meetings with clients were exhibitionist shows and were evolving into masturbation shows and just last week, she sat on Frank Richmond’s lap. She lifted her skirt so she could press her bare pussy against his hard cock. She held his head to her breasts and did a slow grind. Normally a gruff, crude man sans grace, he whimpered a couple of times.
Kathryn nuzzled Frank’s ear and said, “All you have to do is unzip, Mr. Richmond. Just slide your cock in my warm pussy.” She smiled and then pushed off his lap and sat back down. Frank was aghast. His hard-on was clearly making a tent in his pants and there were droplets of pussy juice dappled across his lap.
When he looked at Kathryn, he discovered her torment had not concluded. Her legs were wide open and she had three fingers in her pussy. She caught Frank’s eye, tilted her head on an angle toward me and whispered, “If I came right now, I am afraid I would spray myself all over you.” Kathryn promptly removed her fingers and lowered her skirt. “And we can’t have that.” The smile she directed at me was small and subtle. To Frank, she nearly grinned. “I hope you have a wonderful day, Sir.”
“Fuck,” Frank said to me after she had left. “Did you tell her to do that?”
“No. Not really. I told her to do something to entertain you.”
Frank adjusted his tie. “She’s fucking crazy.”
I laughed. “Frank, what is crazy is that you would have fucked her right there in front of me if she hadn’t gotten off your lap.”
“Well, you got me there, Matt. She is like an incubus who sucks all common sense out of your body through your penis.”
I shared Frank’s insight with Kathryn later as we were preparing for a meeting with the sales team. “Oh,” she said. “I didn’t know I had that effect.”
“Yes, you did. You know men are putty in your hands.”
“Maybe, Sir, but if that’s true, it’s only because I am putty in yours.”
If you think her saying that is sizzling hot, imagine hearing it while she is sucking your cock in your car, kneeling on the cement as you sit with your trousers at your ankles.
Our parkade adventure was our coffee break that morning. I had no idea what would happen during our afternoon break, but our routine now included me cumming in her mouth before work, at both breaks, over lunch, and after everyone had gone. Then we would go for dinner and to my place to fuck. We were together morning to night on most weekends as well. We reserved the weekends for exhibitionist shows, taking in the theatre or the opera while Kathryn wore a remote-control egg or vibrating butt plug. I was surprised how many restaurant and bar owners would put up with our X-rated shenanigans.
Kathryn was insatiable and never tired of, or even slightly resisted, all the things I had her do. If anything, she seemed concerned I would stop or grow weary of her. It wasn’t uncommon for her to encourage me with little notes or a whisper in the ear.
“I can do more for you.”
“Don’t stop. I want more.”
“I want to be your no limits courtesan.”
My deep dive into the depravity Kathryn offered and wanted had not only been the cause of my separation from my wife, but I was so busy with Kathryn, I hardly ever saw or spoke with Barbara. In the last 6 months, we spoke twice on the phone and met briefly at the bank to attend to our affairs. Each time, she would mention that we should get together. “We can still be friends, can’t we,” she would say.
I would agree but never follow through. I knew I was hurting Barbara, and I knew I was being a total jerk by avoiding her, but I couldn’t bear to be away from Kathryn. “I was addicted.”
Today, Thursday, began like all days. Kathryn and I arrived earlier and she put on a show while I reminded her of who was coming in today to meet with me and all the ways she could torment them. Jason, the corporate lawyer, was coming by today and he had already seen more of Kathryn’s slutty disposition illegal bahis than any other colleague inside the firm. The last time he came by, Kathryn asked me if she could suck his cock.
I decided to let her make it very clear to him she wanted to suck his cock but couldn’t, not that day. She made sure she was standing when Jason walked in and before he could sit down, she knelt, grabbed his hips and softly kissed his cock over his trousers. “Good morning, Sir,” was all she said.
I was fiddling with papers in my file drawer, pretending I didn’t know what was happening. For the rest of our hour together, Kathryn didn’t show him her pussy or even sit provocatively. All she did was nibble on the end of her pen and look sweetly at both of us.
I had to say Jason’s name three times before he acknowledged me.
“Oh,” he murmured. “I am sorry, but I left my notes at home and am totally unprepared for our meeting.” He stood up and walked out.
“That was wicked.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kathryn said. “Wicked is good, right?” Kathryn changed her expression then and informed she needed tomorrow off. “I have to go home for the weekend,” she explained. “My mother called last night. My father is in the hospital.”
“Of course,” I said. “I am sorry to hear about your father.”
“Me, too. We no longer get along really, but he is my father and my mother needs me. I am sorry I cannot attend to you.”
“It’s fine, really.” I laughed. “I will survive.” And then with a twinkle in my eye, I added. “I hope.”
Kathryn smiled. “I need to leave at five, Sir, to pack and things.”
The next two hours were all devoted to preparing for the sales meeting. Whenever we were faced with a looming deadline or an important meeting, Kathryn and I could just focus on the work. The sexual tension remained present, but we persevered through those urges and got done what needed doing.
Kathryn had just returned to her desk when the phone rang. It was Barbara. The call was short and to the point.
“Matt, I really need to see you. Can you come over tonight? I will make lasagna. I know you love that.”
I had received many such invitations from her over the last several months and had always declined, but this time, “Sure, sounds good,” flew out of my mouth.
“Really, Matt?”
“Yes,” I said. “Looking forward to it.”
At five o’clock, Kathryn stepped into my office and planted a long kiss on my lips. “I will miss you, Mister Swanson. What will you be doing tonight?”
I had no reason to lie to Kathryn. “Barbara invited me to dinner.”
“Oh good,” Kathryn chimed. “Are you going to fuck her?” She smiled when she said that and there was nothing off about her tone.
“Honestly, it hadn’t crossed my mind.”
“Well, Sir, now it has.”
***
I stopped home to shower and change. I hadn’t thought about Barbara sexually for a long time, but Kathryn’s simple question had my head spinning. Barbara was an attractive woman with ample breasts and a pouty mouth and mesmerizing dark eyes. Sex had been great when we were young, but young lovers often lack the knowledge of what is possible and lack the courage to share their darker desires with their partner. I figured that was what happened to Barbara and me.
When I first got together with Kathryn, Barbara and I had settle into a routine of missionary sex on Sundays and the occasional hand job while watching television. I became bored but never thought that she may have felt the same way. Truth is we were good in so many other ways. Barbara was intelligent, witty, and thoughtful – like making me lasagna; she knew it was my favorite dish and no doubt figured I never made it for myself.
I decided to dress in a new pair of black jeans and a simple, soft blue shirt. On my way I stopped to pick up a bottle of Merlot and ducked into Safeway to pick up a bundle of garden flowers.
Barbara opened the door and beamed when she saw the flowers. “Oh, Matt, they are beautiful.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but my eyes were too busy taking in the sights. Clearly my choice of going casual had not been Barbara’s choice. She was wearing an embroidered corset and short leather skirt. The corset pushed her already full breasts up and outward. Not quite as daring as Kathryn dressed, but close, very close.
When I finally found some words, they betrayed my inner voice. I wanted to say, “Fuck Barbara you look fantastic.” Instead I said, “I can smell the lasagna.”
I followed Barbara into the kitchen. She had lost weight and the high heels she was wearing caused her hips to sway provocatively as she walked through the house. While she finished off making a salad, I opened casino siteleri the wine and poured two glasses. I sat down with mine at the kitchen island. She had been watching me with the corkscrew, almost as if she was waiting for me to finish opening the wine. Once I sat down, she opened the oven door and bent over to look in at the dish she was preparing. That’s when I caught a glimpse of the bottom curves of her ass.
She held that pose far longer than it takes to check on a dish in the oven and when she turned around, she smiled and said. “I want everything to be perfect. Five more minutes.”
Our dinner conversation was awkward at times. We hadn’t spent much time together in over nine months. She had taken up yoga, just finished an Asian cooking class, and had recently been promoted at work. “I’ve dated a few men,” she said. “But nothing serious, at least not yet.” When she asked me what I had been up to, what could I say. I couldn’t talk about how consumed I had become with my secretary. “I just work all the time,” I said. “That’s about it.”
“Nothing fun?”
“Not really,” I lied.
“That’s too bad, Matt.” Barbara downed a couple sips of wine. “So,” she said.
“So,” I said.
“Do you like the corset?”
“I do. Very much. It…it…”
“Shows off my breasts.”
“Yes,” I let go of a nervous laugh. “It certainly does.”
“I bought it and the leather skirt as a present to myself for losing 20 pounds. Just got them today.”
“You do look great, Barb.”
“Thanks, Matt. I feel good, too. Different than I used to.” She left the table then and returned shortly after with a bottle of B&B. She poured me a glass. “This is very tight and the skirt makes me sweat,” she said. “Do you mind if I change into something else.”
“Not at all.” The thought crossed my mind that her little seduction was now over. I expected to see her return wearing sweat pants and a baggy tee-shirt. She sure did look good, though, thinner, her breasts displayed like they had been in that corset. I enjoyed looking at her, but nothing happened. I figured I would stay a bit longer and then make some kind of excuse to go home.
All of that changed when Barbara walked back into the kitchen. Clearly sweat pants and a tee-shirt were not on Barbara’s mind when she changed. Instead she opted to put on a sheer white robe which was tied rather loosely together, so loosely that the lapels of her robe barely covered her nipples. As she walked in her legs would extend out from the robe and provide me with a clear view of her thighs. While her pussy remained covered, it was obvious she was not wearing a thong and was completely shaved.
“Barbara. Wow.”
She smiled and walked over to my chair. “That’s the reaction I was hoping for.” She slowly untied the sash and opened the robe. “This body used to drive you crazy, Matt.” She looked down between my legs. “I think it still might. What do you think?”
I had no reason to feel any loyalty to Kathryn. She clearly stated she never wanted a relationship with me, other than sex and kink. In fact, she seemed to be just fine with me fucking my wife while she was away – or anytime for that matter. I must have looked conflicted, because Barbara said, “Oh shit, are you seeing someone?”
I shook my head. “Not really. I am just…well, surprised.”
“Yeh, me too,” Barbara laughed. She retied the sash and sat down and poured herself a glass of B&B. “You know, Matt, I am different now, you know, when it comes to…I mean in the intimacy department.”
We looked at each and started laughing.
“Intimacy department,” she said. “How un-erotic is that?”
“It was funny, Barb, but…” My phone pinged and then pinged again. I dug it out of my pocket. “It’s work,” I lied. Two texts from Kathryn were on my screen: a photo of her wearing a shelf bra below which she typed. “Think of me while you fuck her.”
I looked up at Barbara and smiled. “I am different, too, Barb, you know, in the intimacy department.”
I set the phone down. “You look stunning dressed like that.”
“Not too slutty?”
“God no,” I blurted out. Then I corrected myself. “Well, it is pretty slutty of you, Barbara.”
I stood up and this time it was my turn to walk over to her. I ran my hand through her hair and then unzipped my pants and took out my engorged cock. “Would you?” I smiled.
Barbara shifted toward me and took my cock in her hand and softly kissed the head. “I have missed this,” she whispered just before she swirled her tongue around the ridges of my cock and licked her way down the shaft to my balls, which she slowly sucked into her mouth.
I took her head in both of my hands and poker siteleri began guiding my cock deep into her wet mouth. She had never deep throated me before and I did wonder how she learned to do it now, but I really didn’t care who taught her. “Oh, Matt,” she said when she was able to speak. Drool began to drip from the corners of her mouth as she sucked my cock. “Oh Matt, I love your cock.” She massaged my balls as she sucked me; sometimes she tugged on the skin and stretched them as she slurped on the base of my cock just above them. “Oh, Matt, I need your big cock. I need your cum.”
My phone pinged again. Over the course of the next half hour it pinged several times. I could see it flash on the table as I fucked my wife’s mouth with a fury I had never shown her before.
When I was about to cum, Barbara pulled my cock out of her mouth and began jacking it off. “I want your cum on my face, Matt. I want it in my mouth and that’s exactly where the first shot of cum went – deep in her mouth. The next landed on her eyes and the third and fourth covered her face. And all the while I spunked on Barbara’s face she moaned encouragements. “Oh yeh, baby, cover my face.” “Oh Matt, make me eat your cum.” “God oh God,” she yelled. “I want to be your cum girl.”
When Barbara sat back down, she made no attempt to wipe off my cum. She just sat there collecting her breath, which is precisely what I was doing.
“That was just wow,” I said.
“I loved it, Matt. Do you like me like this? I mean just sitting here content to wear your cum on my face?”
“Very much, Barbara.”
“If you like, you can…” She caught some cum that fell off her chin and placed in on her tongue and swallowed. “What I mean to say is you can put your cock anywhere you want to.”
Barbara had never allowed me to fuck her ass. We had tried but she always stopped me. I knew this was her way of telling me she was open it now.
“You always said it hurt too much.”
“It did, Matt, but I know you want that and I don’t care anymore if it hurts. I want you to fuck my ass and as hard as you want.”
I didn’t know what to say. This was music to my ears. I had seen her ass many times when I was sucking her pussy. I had seen how her asshole pulsed and opened a bit when she orgasmed. Fucking Barbara’s ass had been a long desire and while I had set it aside because of Kathryn, the thought of shooting my cum into the bowels of my wife got me hard, which she noticed right away.
“Already? Wow, yourself, Matt. You want to right now or should we go into the bedroom.”
“Now,” I said, my voice guttural and commanding. “I grabbed her and led her to the kitchen island and bent her over. I raised her robe and shoved my cock deep into her ass, without any lubrication.
Barbara screamed as I jammed my cock inside her. “Yes, yes,” she yelped. “Fuck my dirty asshole, Matt. “Make it yours, only yours.”
I fucked her so hard that it made objects on the counter vibrate and rattle.
I fucked her so hard she was scratching the Formica like a cat in heat.
I fucked her so hard that when I finally came, I screamed too, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I am cummmmmmming.”
I collapsed on top of her, my cock dangling at her opening. When I finally pulled away and sat down behind her, Barbara reached underneath and played with her clit. She moved her ass from side to side as she worked her pussy and when she orgasmed, my cream spurted out of her asshole and onto my leg.
Moments later she was on the floor licking my cum up off my leg. After the last drop was swallowed, she looked up at me and said, “Spend the night, Matt. I am not done with you yet.”
When Barbara took a bathroom break, I checked my phone. All my texts were from Kathryn. One was of her pussy splayed open by her fingers. Another one showed a huge dildo in her ass. There were photos of her sucking on her nipples, full standing nudes. And beneath each photo she wrote something. “I need your cock, Mister Swanson.” “Does she suck as good as I do?” “Do I make you happy?”
When Barbara returned she was naked. She extended her hand, which I accepted, and led me to her bedroom. She pointed to the bed. “Climb on, Matt, face down.” Once I was in position she slid her body over mine and whispered in my ear. “Oh, I have also been taking massage lessons, Matt.”
“Nice,” I muttered, shivering from her breath in my ear.”
“Yes,” Barbara whispered. “She’s a massage therapist and I discovered she is also a Dominatrix who trains women to be submissive.”
Barbara began sliding down my body. I could feel her breasts pressed into my back as she made her descent toward my feet. When her face was resting over my buttocks, she blew softly on the crack my ass. “She has taught me a few tricks I think you will enjoy.” Then she spread my ass cheeks and buried her face into my ass and began rimming me.
“Ping” went my phone. “Ping.”
My wife was kissing my ass. The phone would have to wait.
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