Sometimes I love my job. No really, sometimes I absolutely love my job. It’s days like yesterday that put it over the top. I mean I’ve always been a perfectionist as far as work. Sometimes you just have to be ready for anything. My problem was, sometimes I not only anticipated problems but, like yesterday, I looked forward to them. I mean, you had to be ready for anything.
Having worked for Terry Mathews for only two weeks, I was still learning the ropes. He selected me from the temp agency that I was listed with, hiring me outright after the first week. It wasn’t for my professionalism if you want to know the truth. I dressed in some very tight skirts and blouses that probably weren’t meant for secretarial attire. He was the boss and seemed to approve.
There were a few rules set in place. The main and strictest one was that no one was allowed in his office unless he was there. The consequence of breaking that rule was immediate termination. That’s what happened to his former secretary and the two before her. I needed to play my cards right.
Terry was a computer nerd. That being said, he was a good-looking computer nerd. Tall and broad-shouldered, he was an imposing figure of a man. Until you heard him speak, that is. His voice and his demeanor would annoy the shit out of you. Still, his wavy blond hair and bright, sky-blue eyes, along with a chiseled jawline and features, he was a handsome son of a bitch. Not to mention the obvious bulge in the front of his tight slacks. If he wasn’t stuffing a sock in his BVDs, there was something special hiding there.
The night before I lay awake with a stupid fantasy of him between my legs. His tongue jabbed at my clitoris awkwardly. It was so real, my fingers pressing the front of my white cotton panties as I pretended that it was him. In my wet dream, yeah, ladies have them too, he didn’t speak. That would just ruin it for me. I pictured my fingers wrapped in his short, sandy curls, pulling his face to my sopping sex.
Drifting off to sleep in my damp panties, I dreamt all night of him fucking me with that huge, bulging monster that hid behind his zipper.
Up early for a shower, I watched myself in the mirror as I dressed. Tight, high-waisted cotton panties. There was just something about white cotton that said, “Fresh,” to me. Truthfully, I just thought they looked sexy. A pair of nude pantyhose next and a white lacy bra. A white silk blouse above a painted-on, knee-length, black skirt. Finishing off with a pair of ruby high heels, I looked at myself from every angle in the mirror.
“Damn, girl,” I said out loud, “You’re loaded for bear.”
A twenty-five-minute drive into the city and I parked my Accord in the company garage. I was early but I had something that I needed to do and I needed to do it today. No lights in the front office which meant that I was the first one there. Good luck so far. I walked quickly to my desk in Terry’s outer office and grabbed what I needed.
Just to be sure, I knocked on his office door. No answer. More good luck. I cracked the door just enough to be sure no one was in. Looking back, I saw that the office was still dark. I had half an hour before anyone was due to clock in. I went in and closed the door behind me. I was bent over his desk, my back to the door when I heard it.
“What the hell, Angie?” Terry’s voice boomed.
Well, boomed isn’t an accurate description. Maybe you would say it wailed.
I just froze in place, my ass pointing at him. Not looking up, I took a chance and slowly rocked my hips from side to side, “I just wanted to be the first thing you saw this morning, Mister Mathews.”
A long, slow silence passed before I heard him clear his voice nervously. The carpeted floor silenced his footsteps but the heat of his hand on my left asscheek was very evident, “Miss Oakes,” he stuttered, “This is highly, uhm, irregular.”
“Are you saying that you don’t like my ass?”
“Oh, uhm, no no,” he choked out, “It’s very uhm, very nice.”
Without looking back or raising from my bent position, I reached for the hem of my tight skirt and ever so slowly began to pull it up and over my hips. I could hear his deep breaths and feel his hand trembling when he replaced it on my cotton-covered cheek again.
“Is that better?” I cooed.
“Yeah,” he breathed nervously.
I was beginning to think that he may have been a thirty-five-year-old virgin. The nervous trembling and the way he was breathing, not to mention the giddiness of his squeaky voice, were indicative. I was glad that he didn’t speak in my fantasy. I felt his hand sliding over my ass from one side to the other, then up and down the valley between.
I smiled to myself when I heard him groaning. His cock must have been throbbing in those Pee Wee Herman slacks. With both hands on my ass, he stepped directly behind me so I pushed my pantyhose and my panties down to my knees to encourage him, “Do you want to kiss my pussy, Terry?”
“Uh huh,” he laughed, sounding a bit like Scooby.
I waited patiently, my pussy in wet anticipation, while he kneeled and spread my cheeks with his shaky hands. Not able to see him, I could only guess that he was taking a long look at something that he had never seen up close unless, of course, it had been in a porn magazine. His warm breath on my asshole and pussy gave me a shiver of delight when I felt his tongue finally press against my sex.
“Do you like it?” I whispered, fighting the urge to push back against his face.
“Mm humf,” he managed to grunt, never taking his tongue from my wet pussy.
I slid my right hand between my legs and spread my pussy lips with my fingers, giving his tongue better access. If he were to tremble any more violently, I believe the earthquake alarm would sound. I’m not complaining mind you, I’ve had vibrators that didn’t shake as well. I happened to glance at the clock and saw that I needed to rush this along.
“Terry, please fuck me,” I urged, “The staff is going to be here soon.”
His zipper made the loudest sound when he ripped it down. As soon as he stood behind me and his cock head touched my ass, a slick, warm trail of pre cum marking me, I knew that my suspicions were correct. It felt as big as a wooden baseball bat and just as hard. Spreading my feet as much as possible, I seductively wagged my hips, “Fuck me, Terry. Please.”
I felt his cock head push between my labia, spreading them like a clenched fist. The absolute girth of his monster cock evoked a moan from the depths of my sex. My pussy was soaking wet but it was still rough going. His cock, which by the way, I have no doubt, came with its own birth certificate, filled my sex like it never had been before, “Oh my fucking gaw,” I gasped.
“Did I hurt you?” He panicked, “Should I take it out?”
“You fucking better not,” I barked, “Just fuck me.”
His whole body quaked with nervous trembling. I could feel his heart pounding in his dick. It felt like one of those big, red, cartoon thumbs after being smashed by a hammer. I felt my orgasm starting after just two strokes of his cock. I knew that I shouldn’t fight it because he was not going to last more than a minute. My forehead on the glass tabletop and my fist pounding his keyboard, I came hard.
My body crumpled under the strength of an orgasm like none I’ve ever felt. I felt his hips drop when his knees buckled, his spent cock jerking free of my stretched pussy. The next sound I heard was his bare ass slamming down on the carpet. I let my orgasm wash through my body for a long couple of minutes before I stood up, my knees weak as well. Turning to see my spent lover sitting on the floor, his glasses crooked and hanging from one ear, I reached to pull my panties up, “I’m going to the restroom to clean up,” I said, walking past him quickly.
Terry just sat on his naked ass as I closed his office door behind me. Not bothering to clean up, I walked quickly to my Accord and sped away. I had what I needed, retrieving the thumb drive from his computer when he started licking my pussy. Next stop, Langley, Virginia. We, the CIA, I mean, had been trying to get the spyware program that he had designed for two fucking years. The last three secretaries failed to get it. I just do whatever it takes to get the job done. At the moment, that meant driving two hours in what felt like a pint of cum leaking from my stretched pussy.
We had another presidential election coming up and we needed the spyware. I must admit, His dick was worth the effort. Like I said earlier, ‘Sometimes, I really love my job.”
