Addition-1

One thing I want to do is to have my own business. A few months ago I finally decided to get started. It is a small distribution business. I am mainly the middleman arranging products to be shipped all over the country. I don’t have much of an overhead. So I don’t need an inventory, just an office where I can conduct my business; a place to hang my hat so to speak.
At first I worked everything myself spending most of my day on the phone. I needed a client base. As the amount of my customers grows, I notice I am spending more and more time in the office. Between the phone calls soliciting new business, the calls arranging the orders and all the paperwork that went with it, I realize it is time to get some help. Hiring a secretary to handle all the paperwork is just what I need. This would allow me to concentrate on my customers as well as contacting new ones.
After placing an ad in the paper, that following week I begin receiving phone calls about the position. I wind up with five interviews that week. One of the applicants is you, Alexandria. You really impress me. Honestly, the impression you made was more than in just your skills and qualifications to be my secretary. You are incredibly attractive. At thirty-one years old, you are extremely self-confident with yourself. That’s what I want in the position. But I also keep thinking about how pretty you are with your long plum, black hair, dark complexion and curvaceous body. I knew I wanted you working in my office, Not that my expectation is for anything to happen between us, but you are just so damn beautiful. I decide to hire you. I call you, Alexandria, offering you the job. You state you’re ready to start work right away.
A few weeks go by and you’re everything I knew you would be. You’re extremely efficient and are quite an asset to the business. It doesn’t hurt either that you’re such a lovely sight. In fact, everyday I am anxious to see what you would be wearing next. Sometimes you will have on this really short skirt. It sits easily half way up your deliciously thick thighs when you stand. I had a hard time working that first time you wore it. When you sat at your desk that tiny little skirt rode all the way up, exposing your incredibly smooth thighs. I often walked out of my office, passing you so I am able to glimpse of those legs. I’m sure you noticed. Late that afternoon when I was on my way to the rest room, you conveniently decided to stand up as I passed. You swung your legs around from under your desk, teasingly spreading them apart. You had to know I could see everything.
There were quite a few other days too, that I’m sure you were being a tease to me. I would get these coy smiles, as you simply lick your inviting lips. As if you knew I could see out from my office, you would stroke your fingers up your leg. There were many times you would bend over to a bottom file drawer, letting your dress ride up. What a beautiful view I would get of your legs and thighs. Anytime I asked you into my office it seemed like you went out of your way to bend down in front me so I could see your beautiful 36B breasts. I couldn’t miss those dark frilly-laced bras you always wore.
After the first week you began making remarks too. Comments that were making me crazy to the point that I began wondering if you really were trying to tease me or come on to me. On a warm day you’d say something like, “Oh, I’m so hot.” Then you’d look at me smiling, almost grinning. Then later in the afternoon you’d comment, “don’t you think it’s warm in here?” You’d fan yourself with some papers saying, “even my panties are wet.” The rest of the afternoon all of could think about was your panties, which drove me crazy. I was really believing that I hired a beautiful little cocktease.
One day I have to leave the office for the afternoon. It is nothing unusual. I have done that a couple times before, leaving you holding down the fort. I am only gone a few minutes when I realize I have forgotten one of the files I would need. Upon returning to the office, I don’t see you when I enter, but I hear some movement in the bathroom.
I go right to my office, which is a separate room adjacent where you have your desk. I spent only a few minutes looking for the file I misplaced. I am ready to leave again and I approach the doorway, hearing you. You are making a sort of moaning sound. Wondering what you’re doing, I peek through the partially cracked door. You are sitting at your desk with the chair pushed back. Your skirt is hiked up to your waist as your hands work feverishly between your legs. Obviously you don’t know I have returned to the office. I stand there watching, staring at you as you fingering yourself. From the sounds you are making, you are enjoying the self-stimulation allot.
I couldn’t believe this is actually happening. My secretary is playing with yourself. As I stand there watching, I suddenly realize I am touching myself. I am stroking my dick through my pants, enjoying the feel of it growing harder and harder.
When I hired you, I have fantasized many things about you. And I knew you are teasing me the past couple weeks. Now, suddenly I am wondering what to do. Should I walk in on you? How will you react? All I know, is at that exact moment I want you. I want to touch and feel you. I want to be the one fingering that pussy. And with my dick growing harder every moment, I need to fuck.
I look back at you, after my momentary daydream of what to do. You are now standing, your back is to me. Your skirt is around your waist. I see what you are wearing underneath. It’s a skimpy string thong. The thin strand goes up the crack of your ass. And fuck, what an ass. You are simply gorgeous. Your fingers are running from your pussy back underneath that thong to your asshole. You’re masturbating yourself and giving me quite an amazing show. I have to do something; I must touch that gorgeous body.
I walk quietly out of my office right over to you. My hands touch your hips. You jump. “Oh my God,” you cry out. That shock look is all over your face. You certainly must have thought you were all alone. And now your boss is witness to you masturbating in the office. I feel your embarrassment.
So quickly I kiss you on the back of the neck and say, “Don’t stop. You look incredible.” Then I drop to my knees and caress that beautiful ass. With your skirt still hike up around your waist, I touch the soft skin of your behind. My face press against your skin feeling the smooth flesh of your butt cheeks. I kiss you there, enjoying the softness on my lips. Then I run my tongue over your ass and nuzzle my face into your crack. This is like heaven. You are such a beautiful young thing. You feel so soft against my face.
When I look up, you are staring down at me. Then you whisper out, “Oh, yes….yes. I love having my ass touched. Don’t stop.”
You move your hands to the tight fitting thong around your body, slowly tug it downward. My hand touch yours, helping slide it down those soft silky legs. You step out of it. Next you unsnap your skirt which falls to the floor too. Now you stand there nearly naked before me. I stand up behind you pushing my body against yours. As I hold you, you reach back between my legs feeling for my dick, then gripping it through my pants. You look over your shoulder, staring deeply into my eyes.
“Oh, it’s so hard,” you murmur in such a sexy voice.
I unbuckle my trousers, letting them fall down. You grab me again, squeezing my exposed hard shaft in your hand. “DAMN, you’re so hard”, you groan. You are now stroking it with your soft, delicate fingers.
You are driving me nuts. Your naked beauty is like seeing a goddess. Your touch is overwhelming. I desire you…badly. Turning completely around, your mouth now covers mine. I hear a soft whisper escape through your lips, you plead, “Oh, fuck me. You have to fuck me.” We kiss harder, deeply, until we are both nearly out of breath.
And then again you beg. “Fuck me please. Please…” Then after a moment of silence of you staring at me… “In my ass.”
I almost can’t believe what I am hearing. So many times I dreamed of burying my dick in a gorgeous piece of ass like yours. And now my pretty secretary is asking for it, begging for it. Your words are still ringing in my mind.” “fuck me…in my ass.”
I lower myself to kiss your rear end some more. I spread you with my hands, squeezing your butt cheeks while slowly pulled them apart. This exposes your tight, little puckered hole. Momentarily I am mesmerized, kneeling there, staring at this beautiful creature’s anal hole and knowing I am about slide my shaft in it.
Again I put my face to you, right in your crack, my tongue licking through your soft wide-open crevice. You moan out, actually crying out, “Oh my God… that feels so good.” I lick your asscrack from top to bottom, over and over while you moan almost deliriously. When I touch your tight asshole with my tongue, I believe you are going orgasm right then. Squirming and shivering, you are bucking your toned hips. But I hold you tight while I lick and suck on your anal hole.