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The Admin The Administrative Assistant It was a Tuesday and I was in the midst of a project. There I was, putting together a package for a and had a Friday deadline. My head was pounding and I was wading through paperwork. Checking figures and making sure that everything was in order. I sat at my desk, rubbing my temples and looking down at the small marina over by the bay. I didn’t even realize how late it had gotten as the rays of the sun slanted acutely toward me, suffusing everything with a deep yellowish glow. I nearly jumped when Decorsey (dacourse-e), my administrative coordinator placed her smooth hands and well-manicured fingers over my delts and began kneading my shoulders. She leaned forward, her naturally blonde hair, dyed raven black, falling forward, and as it brushed over my neck it brought forth a slight shiver of excitement. Her large, round yet firm breasts, which I had no choice but to take note of every time she wore something low-cut, pressed against my upper back. She purred in a low and slightly husky voice, “You seem tense Sir. Is there anything I can do to help?” I had always considered her very attractive, beautiful even, and something about her told me that she was a bit of a freak. Perhaps it was the hint of a Gothic look, the occasional black fingernail and/or toenail polish, the way she called me Sir with just a slight inflection, or the contrast between her creamy white complexion and that purposely black hair set off by those blue eyes an oh, so devastating combination from my perspective. Decorsey was curvy and delicious but I always kept our interactions professional, for business reasons, yet friendly with a hint of playfulness. I never felt that she had any physical interest in me seeing that there was over a decade’s difference in our ages and I don’t consider myself to be that hot looking although I do work out and am fairly muscular. The way she kneaded my shoulders seemed to remove any doubt of her desire as she felt my muscles swell and ripple a bit under her caress. She continued to talk to me in those dulcet tones, “I mean anything.” I reluctantly turned my chair to face her, not wanting the feeling of her soft, sexy hands to end but I looked into her smoky grey-blue eyes and asked “Do you realize the full implications of your question, Decoursey?” She slowly nodded her head, her eyes slightly wide, a solemn and perhaps even slightly frightened expression on her pretty face. Yes Sir, I do. I’ve noticed a bit of tension in you lately, and I’m sorry but I overheard you talking to a friend last week telling him that your last lover had moved out of State and you were getting a bit horny. My pussy got wet when I heard that and I had to shift around in my seat for the rest of the afternoon. I couldn’t wait to get home so that I could bring myself off that evening. “I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock since I first started working here” she said, and continued, “and my boyfriend and I broke up about a month ago, the cheating prick, and I haven’t been laid since”. “Well,” I thought “it would be a terrible thing to suppress the intensity of my desire for her…and her obvious desire for me even with the potential complications that the onset of this experience might entail”. “Sir,” she continued, as if reading my mind, “If you would be willing to take care of me, just this once, I promise that you needn’t feel obligated to do so again...unless you want to”. I stood up and held her head in my hands, my thumbs brushing her ears as those silky raven locks fell about them. I grasped her head and pulled her slightly back so that those cerulean eyes, shining with depth and intensity stared into mine and my lips found hers, soft, warm and yielding. I sucked upon them, softly and with matching intensity as we continued to gaze at each other and both of us shivered from the passion of it. I felt her tongue softly probe for mine and obligingly, I slashed mine against hers, tenderly mimicking what I wanted to do to her button if given the opportunity. My hands found and wrapped themselves through the tendrils of her hair and I grasped it, firm and strong as we continued to kiss while she began to sensuously grind her lower body against me. I parted my lips from hers with a reluctant necessity as I tenderly kissed her throat and with my left hand still intertwined in and tugging upon her now-tangled tresses my free hand ran slowly down the beautiful curves of her body only to come to rest on her hip, feeling the heat and sexuality which seemed to radiate from her. Our kissing continued and I felt almost as if I were becoming lost within it, as if the hunger were consuming me when she bit my lower lip…hard, and I involuntarily cracked her on the ass with my right hand, equally hard, causing a moan and shiver to run through her. “Don’t do that” I said, “or I will put you over my knee and tan your hide!” She purposefully and with a look of almost playful defiance bit my lower lip again, not as hard this time, but with the clear indication that she wanted to play. I obliged her, spinning her around and pushing her over my desk, her round, sexy ass exposed under her thin, woolen skirt and with my left hand holding her immobile against the cold glass covering my desk, I began to work her over with my right hand, callused and hard from years of pumping iron. Gloves are for women and pussies was always my motto and the toughened skin on the palm of my hand allowed me to give her what fer. She gasped a bit and cried out a time or two but she took it and liked it, I could tell by the way she shifted her ass around as if seeking out the pain. I paused, in between blistering strokes and rubbed her buttocks to sooth the sting and could feel the heat rising from both her ass and from her sweetly tumescent cunny and I have to admit that I got turned on by it. Turned on and a little pissed off that she had manipulated me in this way therefore I really decided to give it to her so I lifted up her skirt, exposing the fact that she had neglected to wear panties and began to really berate her rear end like she was a red-headed stepchild until my hand stung, pissing me off even more. She was sobbing now and I paused to rub the sting out of both her beautiful buttocks and my hand when I accidentally brushed the rear of her inflamed lips. She moaned in her heat and desire and pressed back against my hand. She was very wet, and the silky, swollen sopping feel of her against my fingers was exquisite. My manhood was throbbing itself to maximum engorgement and my hunger for her was raging. I bent down to soothe her with soft kisses and then bury my face into her from behind. “Ohhhhhhh” she moaned and I was soon lost in the pleasure of giving her pleasure. My tongue trilled against her clit and the little metal barbell I found emplaced above it, playfully twisting it a bit as I did so. I can’t say how many times she came but whenever she did, as I lightly flicked her clit back and forth, around and around with my finger, her pussy gripped and sucked at my tongue, making me want to get it further into her in order to feel as much of her verdant, velvet vice as possible on me. After at least twenty minutes of the most intense oral pleasure she finally begged me “Stop, please stop Sir, so that I can taste you” and I chose to comply with what, at the time, seemed like a totally reasonable request (It still does, as a matter of fact). She knelt before me, her make-up mussed a bit from the tears of pain and then pleasure and then unbuckled my belt, undid my trousers and in one smooth and practiced move, exposed my thick, throbbing tumescence. She eyed me as a lioness evaluates a herd of antelope on the savannah and then with abandon, she swallowed my rod, swirling her tongue momentarily around my helmet as she forced as much of my cock as possible down her throat. My hands cradled the back of her head as she sucked hungrily upon me, my knob buried in the back of her , and she worked her head on my very swollen cock until I almost felt that I was going to spurt a massive load down her throat. How I was able to keep from giving her every bit of my juice I have no clue but I must have really wanted to feel that beautiful pussy surrounding my thick shaft I pulled her head reluctantly off of me and could hear the suction release as we separated. She looked up at me and gave a little moan of frustration but I said “lay on the desk, Decoursey” and she complied. I grasped her ankles, her skirt hiked up around her waist and smacked the head of my cock against her swollen cunt again and again, the wet sounds of impact resonating throughout my office and making both of us oh, so hot. Then I slid into her, just the tip of the head, feeling her heat and wetness, savoring the intense rush of anticipation and desire. I left it there, at her swollen entrance for a count of three, five, seven, before I moved forward slightly and let her engulf my entire helmet, coating me with the manifestation of her lust. For a time we just rocked slowly back and forth together until she looked me in the eyes and said “Fuck me Sir, I need you to fill me with that thick cock” and that is exactly what I did, slowly at first, the better for her to experience the gradual spreading of her tunnel by my shaft. Working it into her bit by bit, in a fraction, then back out until in time, I was fucking her with my whole shaft, banging into her in an increasing frenzy of passion and desire. Her head was rolling from side to side as she gasped out in her own agony of ardor and affectivity. I could feel her start to tighten up as she approached orgasm and I released one ankle and began to rotate her clit as she screamed out and came on my jackhammering cock. It felt like she was trying to squeeze me out as she convulsed and I could see those pretty blue eyes rolling back into her head as she was gone from me for a while. Damn, she wailed like an Irish banshee as she was cumming and the sound, feeling and intensity of it made me want to cum too but I knew that she really wanted to taste me so I just let her ride the waves of her orgasm to their natural conclusion. After we had ridden out those convolutions of pleasure and subsequent aftershocks of her desire, I said “Decoursey, get up”. She rose, unsteadily to her feet and leaning upon me for support She looked at me with the joy of satisfaction that the release of endorphins creates. She looked down at my throbbing cock, shiny and coated with her juices as it pulsated in the diminishing light, and reached down to grasp it, pumping it up and down with a possessive quality. “Mmmmmmm” I said, “I want you to sit in my chair and bring me off with your mouth”. “Okay, Sir” she answered and did just that, leaning forward to take me again into her hot, wet mouth, to swirl her tongue over the helmet, underneath to the most sensitive area as her fist stimulated me and I got closer to my own orgasm. She twisted and pumped her hand along the length of my cock all the while as her mouth made small sucking sounds, greedy and hungry for my juice, her teary eyes looking up at me as she worked. Finally, I could not resist the intense sensation she was giving me and I groaned out “Oh baby, you’re gonna make me cum” which caused her to redouble her efforts on my rod. It felt like I was going to erupt like a volcano as that feeling of inevitability took over and I felt my cock swell even more within her mouth, my muscles tensed and I could feel shot after shot of seeringly sweet, sticky seed shoot into her while she sucked for all she was worth in order to contain and capture it all. She kept it up until well after my last spasm of orgasmic pleasure ended and as I stayed hard, she looked up at me and said “Mmmmmmmm, you taste sooooo good. Will you please fuck me again, Sir”. I lifted her up and bent her over my desk as I had when I gave her such a beating but this time, my attack was much more localized and pleasurable in its goal. I entered her again, my cock still pretty hard considering the orgasm I had just experienced. Grabbing her by those beautiful hips, just at the juncture where they flare out at the commencement of her ass and her waist, I again gave her what fer, pounding deeply into her, hearing the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh, No other sound quite like it nor quite so erotic and looking down upon her, that creamy white sexxxy ass, I let off a crack with my right hand just to let her know that I knew what she liked…and what she wanted…and just how to give it to her. I was going to pound her into submission all right. Pleasurable, prurient, satisfying submission. |
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