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As I lay on his heaving chest, whimpering weakly, he kissed me softly and whispered, "think anyone saw us, doll?" I shook my head slowly and answered, "I don't care." He laughed and patted my bottom. I smiled and tried to breath normally again. He eased me off his softening cock and adjusted my swimsuit. "Next time, lets do this on a bed," he said. I looked up surprised and he grinned. "oh yeah, doll...there will definitely be a next time. In fact, I plan for there to be lots of next times." I smiled, settled back against his chest and closed my eyes.
The End.
Tanya's First Day
I was nervous about the new company I was starting with that morning, and anxious to do well. I was sick of temping and desperate for secure work where I could start to earn a good wage – my debts were currently growing faster than I could repay. Wanting to make a good impression, I was wearing a short black skirt with a crisp, slightly sheer white shirt, tucked in at the waist to show off my shapely figure. Underneath I had put on black stockings and my favourite red patent stilettos – in themselves one more small cause of my debt. I swept my thick hair back into a chignon, and reapplied my vivid lipstick before heading out to find the office.
The office was not far from the centre of town, but it was down a road I had never come across before. The dusty steps and chipped paint of the entrance door were a complete contradiction to the plush carpeted corridors and technology-rich offices I could see as I was taken through to where I would be based. I knocked at the door I had been led to, and entered when I heard a man's voice reply. I found myself in a spacious room with heavy beach furniture and leather chairs. One of the leather chairs swivelled around, and I found myself face to face with my new boss.
'Good morning Sir. I'm the new secretary – the agency sent me,' I said, as I took in his broad chest and black hair.
'Come,' he replied. I walked over to where he was and stood in front of him. I felt his dark eyes inspect every inch of my body, and was glad I had taken time to dress attractively that morning. I snatched another furtive look at him, and saw silver cufflinks peeping out from below his dark wool suit, their shine a contrast to tanned wrists that looked like they would lead to very hairy arms.
After a long pause, Mr Langdon continued. 'What we usually do here with a new secretary is to give them a one day trial, and decide at the end of the day if their work is satisfactory. Is that acceptable to you?'
'Yes Sir,' I replied. I could tell Mr Langdon was a man for whom formalities were important.
'Were our hygiene rules explained to you?'
'Yes Sir.' I'd found them very strange, but I couldn't see any reason not to comply. What difference did it make if I wore knickers or not?'
'Every morning I have to check you are appropriately dressed. Bend over that table please,' he pointed to a polished wooded table on the other side of the room. I found myself following his instructions, although it felt embarrassing.
'Lift your skirt up.'
'Sir!' I stood up in shock. In long broad strides he was up and out of his chair, and forcing my hips back against the table with his body.
'I expect my orders to be obeyed immediately,' he said quietly, pushing my torso down onto the table so that it crushed my breasts painfully. Then, he stood back slightly and lifted my skirt. I could feel him staring at my naked buttocks. To my horror, he slid one hand up my inner thigh,, and skirted around the edge of the lips of my pussy. I went motionless. Then, he pulled his fingers back, and slipped each of his hands underneath my garters to squeeze my arse-cheeks. Finally, he let go, and walked back to sit down in his chair again. I stayed motionless in a daze. Was this really happening?
'How is your touch-typing?' he asked, as if nothing had happened.
Still bent over the table, I tried to reply calmly. 'It's very good. Would you like to check my speed?'
'Yes. Come over here.' I straightened up and walked over, pretending that what had just taken place was some kind of bad dream. The only computer was right in front of Mr Langdon's chair.
'Where would you like me to sit, Sir?'
'Sit in my lap.' I didn't feel I could say no. I gingerly sat down across his legs, both of my knees to the left of him.
'You can't type like that, it's bad posture for your back. Put one leg each side of me,' he commanded. I did as I was told, spreading my legs and feeling fearfully inelegant. Luckily my skirt was flared, but it still started to ride further up my thighs than it should have done. I could feel his firm body behind me, and he placed his hands on my hips to steady me.
'Put your hands on the keyboard,' he continued. His lips were so close to my right ear that his words made my earlobe shiver.
'I'm going to see how fast you can type, and start getting your assessment report ready for the agency. Are you ready for your dictation?'
My hands on the keyboard, I stared firmly at the computer screen.
'Secretary assessment, Tanya Westfield,' he started. 'Subheading – Appearance. New paragraph.'
/> I typed away, fairly confident.
'Tanya has a curvaceous body with exceptionally fine legs,' he spoke into my ear. 'She dresses provocatively. Her breasts are...' and as he paused his hands moved up my body and cupped my breasts firmly, '... large and round and inviting.'
I had to put an end to this. 'Sir,' I said, 'please stop – this isn't what I'm here for.'
'This is the sort of work all our secretaries do,' he replied, squeezing my breasts together and looking over my shoulder to get a view of the exaggerated cleavage.
I tried to push his hands away. 'I want to leave!'
