Secretary

by PJ

one

"I just graduated from Metropolis University in May, with a Bachelors in Psychology," recited the blonde, pushing her horn-rimmed glasses up the perky bridge of her nose as she read from the resume on her lap.

John Gerard sighed and sat back in his leather desk chair, twidling his fingers while the lovely young woman shyly recited her resume from top to bottom. John had already read the girl's paper, as well as checking her few references from part-time cashier jobs and some time working as an assistant in the Metropolis U. library. John tilted his head, staring hard at the petite blonde, imaging her garbed only in white lace panties and a matching bra that cradled those pert, budding breasts. The office manager smiled, no, she would look better in the new black leather brassiere and thong panties, with a studded collar around that swan-slender neck and heavy ebony lipgloss on those small, rosebud lips, her blue eyes framed with black liner, her thick golden hair pulled back into a full ponytail held in place with a heavy buckle.

"Yes, that's very impressive, Miss Zor-El," smiled John blandly, closing the folder on the desk containing Kara's resume and background. "But why should I hire you to work at Nasty Wear? What can you do for me, for the company?"

Kara nibbled her lip and blushed. "I..I'm a very hard worker, I want to serve the company and advance."

"What are you willing to do to advance, Miss Zor-El?"

The blonde blinked behind her round glasses, her rosebud mouth worked, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"I..I don't understand the question, sir."

John's dark brown eyes turned hard. "I believe I have everything I need, Miss Zor-El. Thank you for coming today."

Blue eyes brimming with glittering tears, the blonde girl hugged her resume to her pert breasts and fled the richly appointed corner office. John shook his head and took a sip of water, then he punched a button on the intercom.

"Jean, is there another applicant?"

"Yes, sir. A Miss..Fairchild."

"Let her in, Jean," yawned John, stretching his arms over his head while his curvaceous executive assistant opened the door and ushered the next girl in.

John's eyes grew wide when he looked upon Fairchild. The tall, gorgeous redhead was dressed in a short black leather skirt and a red silk blouse unbuttoned from collar to the bottom of her mouthwatering valley of creamy cleavage. Fairchild smiled hello to John, then swayed forward on long, black-silk sheathed legs, her feet clad in gleaming ebony stiletto heels. The redhead sat down in the chair facing John, she reclined at ease, crossing one supple leg over the other before opening her leather satchel, Fairchild's eyes were large and bright green, she wore glasses like Miss Zor-El, but Fairchild's were narrow lenses, resting lightly upon her nose, she wore her mane of fiery scarlet hair in a loose bun atop her head, strands of silky crimson hung over the young woman's temples.

"Here's my resume, sir," offered Fairchild, handing John two pieces of printout stapled together.

John barely read over the list of Fairchild's schooling and work experience, he did notice that Caitlin had several degrees in chemistry and physics.

"With all these science degrees, why do you want to work for a lingerie company, Miss Fairchild?" asked John breathlessly, his hungry eyes straying to Caitlin's luscious display of cleavage.

Caitlin shrugged, which set her voluptuous tits to jiggling deliciously. "I haven't had much luck in the engineering job market, to be honest, sir, most of those scientists get a look at me and all they want to do is stare at my breasts."

John tore his unblinking eyes quickly away from Fairchild's hypnotic bosom, he laughed self-consciously. "Yes, I could see where that might be a problem."

Caitlin smiled warmly. "I think my degrees could actually be an asset for Nasty Wear, sir. With my background, I could be a great design tester for the latest Nasty Wear bras and support garments."

John almost drooled thinking about Caitlin wearing each of the new bra designs R&D rolled out every month. The office manager had to squirm a little in his chair to get comfortable with the hard-on jutting between his legs.

John coughed, wiped the perspiration gleaming on his brow, then took another long drink of water. Finally, John met Caitlin's expectant green eyes and said,

"I think you'd be a perfect fit in Nasty Wear, Miss Fairchild. If you go with Miss Grey, she'll talk you through the benefits and payroll applications."

Caitlin beamed and shot up from her chair. Walking around the desk, the tall redhead gave John a tight hug, pressing the manager's face between her pendulous tits. John was flushed and even more breathless after Caitlin let him go, her glossy smile coy, her green eyes sparkling.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Gerard! I won't let you down!" exclaimed Fairchild before she bent over to collect her satchel, her tight ass wiggling. John watched those swaying hips carry Caitlin out the door, then he grimaced when he felt the warm stickiness in his trousers.

*****

The next morning, John found Caitlin typing at her new desk beside his office door, Jean peering over the tapping girl's right shoulder.

"How's our new girl?" asked John with a grin, stopping beside Fairchild's desk.

"She's a fast learner, we're reviewing the company software and intranet, I only show her once and she's got it."

"That's excellent. Well done, Miss Fairchild."

Caitlin smiled widely, then she sat up straighter in her chair, breasts straining her buttoned up cream silk blouse. "Would you like some coffee, sir?"

"Yes, please, with cream and sugar," nodded John, plucking the morning mail and the preview edition of Nasty Wear Monthly from the edge of Jean's desk.

John entered his spacious window office and glanced out at the brightening skyline before dropping into his leather chair and shifting through the mail. A few minutes later Caitlin came in bearing a steaming mug of coffee and a napkin with two glazed donuts.

"I thought you'd like some Crispy Cremes with your coffee, sir," grinned Fairchild, leaning over John's desk to set down the mug and napkin.

"Thank you, Miss Fairchild," replied John, his right hand coming down over Caitlin's left buttock.

Caitlin blushed but didn't protest while John squeezed and fondled her tight, rounded, ass cheek. Fairchild remained posed over her employer's desk, palms pressed to the desktop, hose-clad knees locked together as John kneaded her upraised butt.

Caitlin whimpered and turned her blushing face away when John slid his hand up his new secretary's leather mini, smiling when he discovered Fairchild was wearing one of Nasty Wear's black see-through silk thongs. Grasping the slender strip of silk nestled between Caitlin's bare buttocks, John flossed Fairchild's clenched crack, drawing out husky moans from the bent over redhead.

Letting go of the panty thong, John grabbed Caitlin's ass and brought it around so it faced him directly. Spreading open Fairchild's blushing pink cheeks, John grinned to find Caitlin's pouting pussy sopping wet and gleaming.

"You get wet quickly, I like that," said John before he stuck out his tongue and licked the sweet juices dribbling from Caitlin's musky vulva.

Fairchild rocked back and forth over John's desk, her raised ass bucking while her employer ate out her melting vagina, making her squirt warm honey down her quaking legs after teasing and tongue-stroking her squishy g-spot to sobbing orgasm.

Caitlin folded to her knees underneath John's desk, she reached out and dragged down the zipper of his trousers, then her head was nestled between his open thighs, her mouth tugging urgently on her employer's swollen member, slurping, greedy lips working up and down John's veined meat, Caitlin's mouth sloppy wet with saliva and pre-cum.

John tried to read through some of his mail while Caitlin sucked his hard rod, but the beautiful redhead's swallowing mouth just felt too good on his erection, the office manager gave up trying to work and just sat back in his leather chair, watching the kneeling beauty gulp down every inch of his throbbing, dripping prick. Raising her wide, green eyes, rectangular glasses perched on the tip of her nose, Caitlin smiled around her mouthful of cock, her tongue stroking and lathering John's shaft, strands of her saliva dripping from the manager's aching length. Milking John's dangling balls with her cool, gentle, tapered fingers, then using her free hand to push up her sliding glasses, Caitlin sucked down her employer's shivering dick and nuzzled her heart-shaped face in John's hairy crotch, moaning and gulping when John gasped and shot salty fuck through Fairchild's tightly locked, slurping, ruby lips.

"I think we should use a more absorbant form of silk with these panties, sir," smiled Caitlin, standing beside her employer's chair while she held up her skirt, displaying her soaked through transparent underwear to John.

"I..I think you're right, Miss Fairchild," panted John, zipping up his trousers. "After Jean is done with your orientation, go to fabrics and check it out. I'll expect a full report tomorrow morning."

"I'll be ready and willing, sir," winked Caitlin, brushing down her short skirt, then bending down to kiss John on the nose before swaying back to her desk outside, primping up her loosened bun of scarlet hair as she crossed the office carpet on sharp ebony heels.

*****

two

John gathered his business reports and slipped them into one of his desk drawers. He checked his desk clock, it was 4:45, almost quitting time.

"Miss Fairchild, would you come into my office, please?"

"Yes, sir!" replied Caitlin through the intercom.

John leaned back in his chair, his heart beating faster with anticipation as he waited for the beautiful secretary to arrive.

Caitlin didn't keep her employer waiting, she entered his office, dressed in a snug green jacket and tie, with a short pleated green skirt and matching pumps.

"You need something, sir?" smiled Fairchild, adjusting her glasses upon her perky nose.

"Close the door, Miss Fairchild."

Caitlin smiled wider and bumped her butt against the door, closing it with a sharp click.

"Are the others leaving?"

"Yes, sir. It's just us," replied Caitlin, strutting across the carpet to John's desk, where she perched to John's right.

John breathed in Caitlin's musky perfume, his right hand grabbed Fairchild's knee, he ran his fingers up the tall beauty's warm, creamy limb, till his stroking hand reached the tantalizing cleft of Fairchild's luscious thighs.

"Sit up on my desk."

Caitlin obediently hopped up onto the wide desk, she sat directly in front of John, spreading her long legs wide for him, biting her glossy lip while she slowly pulled up her pleated skirt, offering her employer a mouthwatering view of her pink silk panties.

"Ah, the pink ribbon print," smiled John, rubbing Caitlin's cream thighs, savoring the sensation of her satin skin beneath his stroking fingers.

Fairchild reached up and freed her long, red hair from its loose bun, she shook her fiery mane across her shoulders, then shrugged off her jacket before plucking at the buttons of her silk blouse.

John leaned over and ran his tongue inside Caitlin's delicious thighs, he kissed her flushing pink skin, then put his right hand against the front panel of Fairchild's ribbon print panties, rubbing the soft, warm silk over the sighing redhead's puffy sex mound.

Caitlin peeled open her unbuttoned blouse, her silk tie still hanging from her neck. Gnawing her lower lip, Fairchild tugged down the pink lace bra she wore, her full breasts spilled free, the wide, strawberry nipples swollen and stiff.

Fairchild lay back on her palms while John fingered her pussy through her panties. Caitlin rolled her sensual hips, grinding her wet cunt against John's stroking digits, her underwear quickly stained dark from her sopping wet twat.

John was dizzy from the intoxicating aroma of Caitlin's melting snatch. Rubbing his flushed right cheek against Caitlin's hot inner thigh, John slowly dragged down Fairchild's sticky panties, slipping them from Caitlin's dangling feet, then shoving them into a pocket of his trousers.

"Please eat my pussy, sir!" panted Caitlin, tilting her head back, spreading her thighs apart even wider for her drooling employer.

John buried his mouth in Fairchild's moist gash, sucking hungrily on the sweet juices dripping from Caitlin's throbbing vagina. Fairchild worked her hips even harder, bucking as John slurped on her sticky-wet labia and lapped her swollen clit, sending wonderful tingles of bliss through the sexy secretary's lithe frame.

Caitlin swept pens and the desk clock onto the carpet when she lay back across the desk, her bare breasts shivering as John wriggled his tongue through her gaping cunt, licking and poking, his nectar-coated lips tugging and sucking on Fairchild's tender, sweet, pussy petals. Moaning in ecstasy, John reached for Caitlin's voluptuous breasts, he squeezed and kneaded the enormous, pliant mounds as he devoured the sobbing redhead's gushing pussy, gulping down Caitlin's delicious juices.

Lifting his honey-soaked mouth from Caitlin's dribbling cunt, John rose from his chair, he quickly yanked down his trousers, then pushed his aching member into Fairchild's greedy fuckhole. Caitlin whimpered and clawed at the desktop as John humped between her spread-eagled legs, thrusting deep into her tight vagina, his hands milking Fairchild's rocking tits as he speared into her shuddering belly over and over again.

Caitlin's and John's esctatic cries grew louder and louder as they bucked and crashed together. Arching her spine, Fairchild screamed when John climaxed inside her, thick loads of fuck coursing through her slurping vagina.

Breathless and spent, John collapsed back into his chair. Fairchild sat up and ran a hand through her sweaty red hair, she grinned at her gasping employer, then wiggled off the desk and folded to her knees between John's parted legs.

John closed his eyes in bliss when Caitlin began licking his slick cock clean. Fairchild moaned softly while she ran her tongue over the length of John's limp member, she teased the wet tip of John's knob, then rubbed her pursed lips over every vein down to her boss's balls.

*****

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