Personal Assistant
Almost overnight our comfortable life was gone. Dave,
my husband, was downsized when his company was taken
over. Over time he had risen to higher levels of
management, and our life-style reflected the salary
that he was receiving. We had a large house complete
with swimming pool, and a garage which housed two very
expensive cars. Also we had two young children to
provide for, and the school we enrolled them in was
expensive.
Fortunately, in the separation agreement, he received
full salary and benefits which included health
insurance, but for only six months. But that would give
time for him to look for a new job.
Resumes were sent out to several companies, with almost
no response. He did have two job interviews, but with
no positive results. We were rapidly approaching the
six months, and we were getting desperate. I told Dave
that I was going to look for employment. I had a good
job, but quit to begin a family.
I had degrees in public relations and also a business
degree, so there was a good possibility that I could
find work. Dave was against this at first, but finally
relented, so I began job hunting. I had several
interviews with no results, but finally one with the
director of human relations at a medium sized company
looked promising. There was an opening as the personal
assistant to the CEO of the company.
I had an exhausting interview with questionnaires to
complete. The woman said there would be no secretarial
duties; that was covered by another person. My job as
personal assistant was to schedule appointments, meet
with customers, organize his calendar and obtain
reservations for travel, restaurants etc. Donna, the
lady who interviewed me, said that this job required a
woman who was attractive and intelligent, and able to
meet and greet people. She said "I think you might be
the right women for the job," but she asked me if I was
planning on any further children. I told her no as Dave
had a vasectomy after our second child. I got the job.
Donna said there would be a sixty day probationary
period, and after thirty days I would have a progress
interview, and after sixty days if all went well I
would be a permanent employee with all benefits. She
said I would have a generous salary, and a clothing
allowance, which would increase when I became
permanent.
When I said I had some fairly good clothes, Donna
looked at me and said I would be expected to dress well
to give a good impression, as I was the first person
the clients would meet. She said my appearance was very
important, and second only to my job skills. I was
ecstatic and could hardly wait to get home to tell
Dave. But before that Donna took me to meet Carl, the
boss. I was introduced and he looked me over, and said
"welcome aboard." Carl was well built and handsome, and
I thought his wife was very lucky. Later I heard he had
been divorced.
I told Dave the good news as soon as I arrived home. He
was happy for me but uncomfortable that I was the one
who found the job that would keep us afloat. He was now
the stay at home father with the care of our two
children.
The job went well but Donna wasn't satisfied with the
clothes I had picked out, saying "they are far too
conservative," and insisted on taking me to an upscale
store where Donna knew the clerk and told her what we
wanted. She said I had a good figure and needed to show
it off. Between them they selected all the clothes,
even including the sheer nylon underwear. The skirts
and dresses came well above my knees (Donna said I had
good legs and needed to let them be seen) No panty hose
for me; just sheer stockings and garter belt she said.
The panties and bras she selected were lacy and sheer.
Even the dresses and skirts hugged my figure.
Next there was an appointment with a hair stylist, and
finally with a facial make-up person. Adding the new
clothes I hardly recognized myself. Dave was astonished
by my transformation. He had a gleam in his eye and
soon I was stripped and lying under him as he
penetrated me. He didn't last long. Apparently the new
look was very sexy.
Carl also approved the transformation. "New clients
will be so impressed by you that they will likely sign
on the dotted line without thinking. Donna did a good
job."
I had heard that Carl had a reputation as a womanizer,
and I could understand that since he was very
attractive and also quite charming when he wanted to
be. I heard through the office grape-vine that he
probably had seduced a couple of previous assistants.
There was the suggestion that Donna carefully picked
married attractive women for my position, knowing that
is what Carl wanted. A married woman who needed the job
was not likely to be a problem if he attempted a
relationship. I dismissed this as office gossip.
My job evaluations were positive, and my probationary
period was over and my salary increased again. Dave and
I celebrated my tenure. He was doing a good job with
the children, but I think he was a little embarrassed
about being a stay at home father, and my supporting
the family.
Carl was pleased with the way I handled the job. I was
efficient and the social skills I had worked well with
clients, some of whom tried to date me. I told Carl
about this, but he dismissed my concerns saying "of
course they would-you are very attractive, so don't
worry about it." But I noticed that as time passed I
would catch him looking at my legs, or watching my
behind as I was walking away. I was thinking that he
might make a move on me at some point.
I was right. After we finished work one day he insisted
we have a drink to celebrate a new account. He fixed
drinks from his bar, and after reviewing the day he
pulled me into his arms, and I was so startled that he
kissed me before I could react. I pulled away and said
"please Carl, don't! I can't do anything with you." He
pulled me into his arms again saying "I just want to
hold you." I broke the embrace, knowing if I let him
proceed he would have me in the room off his office
where he had a bed and a bathroom, as well as a closet
where he had clothes if he decided to stay in the city.
It wasn't his only attempt to seduce me. He tried it on
other occasions; often it was following a party he was
hosting for clients, and I was expected to attend these
parties and to see that everything went smoothly. It
was common for one of the guests to hit on me, but I
became skilled at deflecting their advances.
After a recent office party, when everyone had left and
we were alone, he made another attempt. I was feeling
the two or three drinks I had when he pulled me into
his arms again and quickly kissed me. I pulled away but
he pulled me close with one hand on my back and the
other on my bottom, kissing me again. God! I felt
myself responding, feeling a little tingle of lust. It
took all my will power to push him away. I said "Carl,
please don't! I can't give myself to you."
I was flushed and trembling. "I can't do this with you!
You know I'm married, and I have never cheated on my
husband. You are a handsome attractive man, and my
boss, but that doesn't mean you can have your way with
me!"
"I just wanted to hold you and caress you a little bit.
I know I got carried away, but you are so beautiful,
and I meant just to kiss you and hold you, not seduce
you."
I didn't believe that. I knew that he would go as far
as he could, and I didn't want to find myself with my
legs spread, lying under him. He would have his cock
into me in an instant. But he was handsome, charming
and skillful, and difficult to resist, but I had no
intention of being added to his conquests. He was
displeased. I guess he wasn't used to women resist his
advances.
About two days later he asked me if enjoyed the job. He
asked me if I was satisfied with the salary level, and
if the clothing allowance was adequate. I said I was
very happy with the job; that it was challenging and
the pay and clothing allowance were more than adequate.
I wondered if this was a thinly veiled threat; was he
using his position, his clout over me to get me to
surrender to him. I was suspicious. I didn't want to
lose my job.
It was time to talk to my husband, to inform him of the
problems I was having with Carl. That night I sat down
with Dave and told him of Carl's advances. He had me
tell him in detail about what happened, and I did,
describing everything that Carl tried. He didn't say
much, and he appeared preoccupied.
We went to bed and he was very horny, and with little
foreplay he quickly mounted me and came after only a
few strokes. That was not like him; he usually took
much longer, and lately our sex was more infrequent.
Was this because he now had the traditional woman's
role? Or I wondered if the revelation about Carl's
advances was the cause of his sudden passion.
A few days later Donna asked if I would have lunch with
her. She talked about my job, asking I enjoyed working
with Carl, and asking if the salary and clothing
allowance were satisfactory. I said that I did like my
job and the money was great. She said Carl is sometimes
difficult, and she hoped that I wouldn't be
discouraged. This conversation troubled me some; was
there a hidden suggestion that I don't discourage his
advances?
Carl didn't stop his attempts to seduce me; he didn't
use force but his persistence was beginning to erode my
defenses. The last episode occurred on Friday after we
finished a successful week. He fixed drinks from his
bar for both of us, and when he made a second drink I
declined, but he insisted till I had accepted it.
Before I had a chance to leave he pulled me into his
arms, kissing me and holding me firmly. He kissed me
again, and as he did he pulled the zipper down from the
back of my neck to my waist, my dress falling open.
Before I could react he pulled the dress down over my
hips, my dress falling on the floor
I became frantic, pulling away from him, tripping on my
dress, Carl catching me before I fell, kissing me
again. It took all my will power to push him away but I
did, and I picked up my dress. He had a good look at me
in my sheer underwear. I said firmly "Carl please,
please don't; I can't let you make love to me. You are
attractive, and I know many women would love to be with
you, but I can't let you do it to me. You know I like
working with you and I hope my refusal to have sex with
you won't jeopardize my job." He assured me that it
wouldn't.
I was flushed and trembling with arousal as I got my
dress on. I had come within a fraction of surrendering
to him, of letting him finish stripping and fucking me.
I told Dave about this latest attempt to seduce me. He
sat listening without comment until I finished. Then he
asked for details again, wanting to know everything.
What he did and how I reacted. I admitted that I was
aroused, but I said nothing happened. I said "he is
just trying to wear me down with his persistence, but
we both know I can't quit."
That night he made love to me; he was very aroused, and
after entering me he came very quickly, again unusual
for him, and that had me wondering if the thought of my
boss seducing me got him excited. I decided to ask him
and I did. I said "it seems that the image of Carl
seducing me arouses you." He blushed and denied it.
However, I was persistent and finally got him to admit
that it was arousing.
This was a revelation! I had read that some men get a
kick out their wife fucking other men, and even wanting
to watch, but I never thought that my husband would be
one of them. I said "you know I have been resisting
him, and now it seems that it would be alright if he
fucked me, and maybe you would get off on that."
He said "no, I don't want you to do it with him-it just
seems kind of exciting that he is coming on to you. But
you are really beautiful, and I can't blame him for
trying-you know other men have tried to get you into
bed."
"But this one is my boss, and that makes it more
difficult. I can't walk away from him."
There was no further discussion. However I did sense
that if Carl did succeed it might be alright with my
husband. This was weird; that maybe he wouldn't mind if
I was fucked by my boss; that maybe he would be very
excited if that happened. And I admitted to myself that
the thought of having sex with Carl was very arousing.
I had also heard the gossip that he was well endowed.
But I had no intention of submitting to him.
It was a dilemma. He still made efforts to seduce me,
and I was still able to stop him, but it was
increasingly difficult to fend off his advances. And
sex at home was less frequent. The only time he wanted
sex was when I told him of Carl's attempts to seduce
me, and that got him excited. He constantly probed for
details of everything that Carl attempted.
About a month later we had a party for his clients in
the company boardroom. It went smoothly and lasted for
quite a while. During the evening I had more to drink
than usual. When everyone left we returned to the
office Carl complemented me on how great I looked and
he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, and I
returned his kiss. He held me firmly against him,
kissing me again, and I could feel his erection
pressing into me.
I thought my God! What am I doing! I pushed him away. I
said "Dave, please, don't do any more! You know I can't
have sex with you. You are very attractive, and I've
had too much to drink, so I'm asking you please don't."
I was pleading with him. He said "I just want to hold
you. I won't do anything against your wishes."
Could I believe him? He was kissing me again and I was
responding. He gripped the tab on my dress and pulled
the zipper down, my dress falling open. I gasped as he
pulled my dress down to the floor. He kissed me again,
and I felt my arousal. Lifting me free from my dress he
carried me into the next room, depositing me on the
bed. Now I was alarmed-he had me on his office bed, my
dress gone, and now clad in only a camisole top and my
half slip. I know he could see my lacy panties through
my slip, and my garter belt and stockings.
I was alarmed and I pleaded with him again. "Dave,
please stop! I don't want to do it with you!" But the
moistness I was sensing belied the words. I tried to
sit up, but he was holding my shoulders and kissing me
again. I tried again, lifting my legs, but that
resulted in my slip rising up, exposing my sheer
stockings and my naked thighs to his gaze.
God, I was vulnerable! It was getting out of hand! As
he was kissing me he pushed up my camisole, exposing my
breasts, and then began stroking my nipples till they
were stiff. My breasts were always firm and I never
needed a bra, but now they became even firmer as he put
his mouth and tongue on them, arousing me further. He
continued seducing me by tugging up my slip, pulling it
under my hips and ass, my sheer lacy panties now
exposed to his gaze, displaying me erotically.
I know if I didn't stop him now it would be all over,
and I would find myself under him with my legs spread,
taking his cock into me. I was flushed and aroused,
almost surrendering to him. I said "you promised you
wouldn't do anything against my wishes, and now you are
trying to fuck me. Please! I'm asking you. Don't do any
more; I can't cuckold my husband." At the same time I
thought maybe he wouldn't mind if I was screwed by my
boss.
He reassured me saying "I just want to hold and caress
you. I won't do anything against your wishes." But he
was bringing me to higher and higher levels of arousal
as he was stroking my naked thighs, pressing my legs
open enough to get his hand on my panty clad pussy,
caressing me there.
I resisted when he began pulling my panties down, the
last barrier to my sex, but he said he just wanted to
pleasure me with his mouth. He pulled them from under
me, sliding them below my hips, then down my thighs to
my ankles, pulling them off with my shoes. I lay there,
erotically exposed; my slip bunched at my waist, naked
from there down except for my garter belt and
stockings, the camisole above my breasts. I was almost
at the point of no return, but I was determined to not
let him go all the way.
He moved my legs open more and slid down, putting his
mouth on my vagina. I gasped as he kissed me there,
then using his tongue, bringing me to higher and higher
levels of arousal. He used his tongue on me expertly,
circling inside my cunt, finding my clitoris which he
lifted and stroked with his tongue. I was gasping,
moaning as he continued. I knew I was close to an
orgasm, and I was going to make him stop after I
climaxed.
I began crying out as I was overcome with an intense
orgasm, my body shaking, almost convulsing, my legs in
the air, and I thought I was going to pass out. My eyes
were closed and I was totally unaware of him stripping
off his clothes, now naked and attempting to mount me.
I closed my legs as I saw his huge cock aimed at my
vagina, and I said 'No, please! Stop!"
But I was so weak from the intense climax that he was
able to spread my legs out, moving between them,
mounting me, his erect cock against the lips of my
pussy. I didn't resist anymore; I just gave up. I
groaned and just let my legs fall completely open,
bending my knees up, opening myself to him,
surrendering to him. His skillful seduction of me
brought me to a level where I was helpless, my now very
moist cunt his for the taking.
I felt myself opening to the pressure of his thick
cock, my lips spreading more and more as he pushed
against me. I gave a loud cry as the huge head of his
cock entered me, stretching me fully. I was moaning as
he began to advance his cock, gradually filling me till
finally I gave a hoarse cry as he penetrated me fully,
pressing against my cervix, holding himself there.
Suddenly I remembered; he wasn't using any precautions
and I wasn't protected because of Dave's vasectomy. I
said "Please don't come in me-I'm not protected." He
said he wouldn't as he began stroking into me, long
full thrusts that had me groaning, my whole body
responding to the thick cock pleasuring me, raising me
to higher and higher levels of arousal.
Then I felt it-a spasm beginning in my cervix,
spreading through my pelvis, then my whole body, so
overcome that I cried out with the intense climax, my
body shaking, my legs closing over his hips as my
climax went on and on. Before I could prevent it, I
felt his cock swelling, and he began spurting against
my cervix. I felt him pulsing as he filled me with his
semen, gripping my hips to keep him fully into me as he
emptied his cock, and I was still holding him firmly in
place, my legs holding him.
He was done, finally removing his softening cock. I lay
with my legs spread-eagled, feeling his semen inside
me, and I began sobbing, both because I had allowed him
to seduce me, and also because he had come in my
unprotected pussy, possibly making me pregnant. I think
the possibility of pregnancy made my orgasm intense as
I felt him coming in me. He tried to comfort me, but it
didn't help.
His persistence paid off; he had finally fucked me. I
wasn't able any longer to prevent him from seducing me,
having his way with me, finally submitting to him, and
I had been thoroughly fucked. I had never had such a
long, thick and hard cock in me. I saw in his face the
pleasure he had in conquering me, taking another man's
wife and filling her with his sperm.
I was about to get up and see if I could drain some of
the sperm into the toilet when I felt him against my
thigh, hardening again, pressing me open when I tried
to close my legs, but I was so weak from the powerful
orgasm that I could offer no resistance as he mounted
me again. At this point I didn't care and I opened my
legs fully to allow him to enter me again.
This time he easily pushed fully into my stretched cunt
and began slowly and steadily fucking me. I lifted my
knees as he was thrusting powerfully, my body
responding, and I knew he was going to come in me
again, and I could nothing to stop him. I could feel
him erupting in me as I was swept into a climax once
more.
He drained his cock again, and finally it was over. He
continued holding me, and I wondered if he was doing
that so more of his semen could enter my uterus. I
didn't keep tract of my periods anymore, but I was
always more receptive to sex when I was ovulating, and
maybe that was another reason why he was able to seduce
me. I knew a lot of men loved to take another man's
wife and make her pregnant. We dressed and didn't talk
anymore and I left for home without cleaning up.
I was late, and Dave looked at me, and I could tell he
knew what happened. I said Yes," he did it to me-he
fucked me twice and he came in me both times, and I
came with him, so are you happy now? Is that what you
wanted to happen? To have your wife thoroughly fucked
by her boss?"
He asked about every detail and I told him everything
we did. He had me describe how he fucked me and how I
felt. I could see him getting an erection as I told
him. He pulled me into the bedroom and quickly stripped
both of us, pushing me down on the bed and spreading
me, looking at my wet pussy, the hair matted with his
semen. He quickly and easily entered my wet pussy-I
could hardly feel him after Carl stretched me out. He
came after a few strokes.
Afterwards I said, "You really enjoy having another man
fucking your own wife, and coming in her, and maybe
making me pregnant. So how does it feel to be
cuckolded, but I already know. It seems there are other
men like you who want their wives to be fucked by
another man, even watching some stranger having his way
with a wife. Some men even arrange to have their wife
fucked, and watching, seeing another's cock sliding in
and out of his wife pussy and filling her with his
semen."
"Well, now that Carl has finally fucked me he will
probably want to take me again. Is that what you want?
Do you want my boss to screw me whenever he wants?" He
said nothing so he seemed to be giving me tacit
permission to be taken anytime that Carl wanted, and
give him all the details.
Things were no longer normal with Carl. Suddenly I got
another raise, quite large. Donna was smiling when she
told me, and it was clear she knew I had finally given
in to him. It seemed by their smiles that some other
women in the office knew that Carl had fucked me. Well,
I knew it wasn't the end of being fucked by Carl-he
took me frequently, almost whenever he wanted. I had
crossed a threshold and I knew there was no turning
back.
After work he often bent me over his desk, pulling my
slip and dress to my waist, pushing my panties to my
knees. He loved taking me like this, so erotically,
thrusting into me from behind. Every time I could feel
him swelling and spurting into me, and this often
triggered my climax. I think he liked to humiliate me,
showing that he was in charge. When he finished taking
me from behind he would pull my panties up, trapping
any sperm, not letting me clean up.
Sometimes he had me lying on his desk on my back,
holding my legs in the air as he thrust into me. He
never pulled out; he always came in me, enjoying the
power over me, filling another man's wife with his
semen. I had never been fucked so thoroughly and so
often, and I had never climaxed as powerfully as I did
with Carl. Also Dave wanted sex more often, stimulated
by my descriptions of how I had been fucked by my boss.
I could never take the pill so the inevitable happened.
After a few months I found out that I was pregnant. He
continued to fuck me throughout my pregnancy till
finally I had to take maternity leave. He gave me a
generous check, but before the baby was born he had
hired another woman, and wouldn't take me back. I
learned that this new assistant was also married and
beautiful, so I knew it wouldn't be long before she
would find herself on her back with Carl pushing his
cock into her.
Dave found another job, so we still had an income
stream. It seemed I had carte blanche to fuck other
men, and now I had a great deal of freedom. The best
time was when we were on vacation somewhere. If there
was a man I was interested in it would not be long
before I was on my back. Another interesting
development was that Dave finally got to watch when
some stranger fucking me, and sometimes the stranger
enjoyed being watched by the husband while he was
cuckolded. Sometimes he hid in the closet if the
stranger objected.
Another interesting thing happened at a Caribbean
resort. There was a well built lifeguard who was
interested in me, and he was black. I flirted with him
as Dave watched. I asked Dave if he wanted me to be
fucked by this black man. His face flushed and he
hesitated, so I knew he was interested.
When I was alone with the lifeguard I told him that I
was interested in making love to him, but my husband
would have to watch. He smiled, saying it was alright
with him. He said it wouldn't be the first time that he
fucked a wife with the husband watching, and he enjoyed
it when the husband was present. He said he liked
nothing better that sticking it to the husband while he
was actually sticking it to his wife. He also said he
liked showing a white husband what a well endowed black
man could do to his willing white wife. When I told
Dave this he got very excited.
He showed up at our bungalow in the evening. We had a
drink, but it was clear that John wanted to get
started. He looked at Dave and said "why don't you get
her ready for me? Get her dress off!" and Dave unzipped
my dress and worked it off. God, it was exciting having
this black stud ordering my husband to strip me for
him. Next he told Dave to take off my slip and he did.
I was now in only in my panties and bra. At this man's
orders Dave took off my panties and bra, and now I was
standing naked before him. He smiled at me, liking what
he saw, and he said he would take over.
Then he led me to the bed, stretching me out and
spreading my legs at his command. He stripped and I
gasped when I saw his huge cock which was rapidly
becoming erect. I was alarmed; I didn't know if I could
take one that large, but I knew I was going to find
out. I was naked, spread, and wet as he looked at me
before moving between my legs, mounting me. I was wide-
eyed and so was my husband as he directed this huge
cock against my wet pussy and began pushing into me. I
could feel myself stretching and he continued to push
and I was so stretched that I screamed. Just when I
knew he couldn't stretch me any more he entered me.
He steadily and relentlessly moved deeper and deeper
into my pussy till I was fully impaled, and I cried out
again. I lifted and spread my legs as far as I could,
and lifted my knees to ease the pressure. My whole
being was centered on this cock filling me, and to my
surprise I suddenly came, my body shaking and clutching
him. He fucked me powerfully-I never had an experience
like this, and soon I came again just as he groaned,
pushing fully into me as he ejaculated his semen,
filling me.
I knew it was of no use asking him not to come in me.
There was no question that he wanted to fill this white
wife with his sperm, and some was leaking out of me.
Dave had his cock out and it was clear that he had come
also. We lay there for awhile, his cock still in me,
and incredibly I felt him hardening again. I said no
more but he wasn't listening. After he pulled out he
rolled me over and pulled my ass in the air; he wanted
to take me on my hands and knees.
Suddenly I became very excited. The idea of a black man
fucking me on my hands and knees was overwhelmingly
erotic, especially with a cock that large, and I put my
head down and spread my knees. He moved to me, placing
the head of his cock against my cunt, and gripping my
hips he pushed powerfully into me, thrusting deeply and
I screamed again as he filled me.
This time he punished me with his cock, driving it in
again and again, my breasts swaying as he ravished me.
He took a long time, wishing to prolong this fuck as
long as possible. When it seemed I couldn't take any
more of this pounding he pulled me fully onto his cock,
spraying my cervix with his sperm, and I climaxed again
as I felt him coming in me.
It was over. He serviced me in a way I didn't think
possible, my body responding to the unknown. He had
clearly shown what a well hung black stud could do to a
white woman, I was shaken by the experience. I now knew
what the word ravish meant - it was almost like being
raped. I would long remember this experience, and I'm
sure that Dave would also. He had appeared mesmerized
as he watched me submitting to this man, his huge black
cock moving in and out of my stretched pussy.
This was the end of our sexual odyssey. There couldn't
be any other experiences that could match what we had
been through; both of us thought of it often. At least
Dave had sex with me more frequently, spurred on by the
memory of seeing me have sex with other men. I had to
do with a smaller cock, but I fantasized about the
other men, and that way I sometimes achieved orgasm.
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"Coach! Colin tripped me!" I whined, as usual the coach wasn't paying any attention to the game he was too busy looking at the soccer mom on the field, my mom.
"No I didn't I was trying to get the ball! he's just being a crybaby." Colin retorted, bu
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Al was looking forward to leaving on their camping trip as he packed the RV. He and Erin hadn't been on a decent vacation in years. And they had always dreamed of driving around the west and seeing the mountains and all of the wonders of the desert.
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