The Assistant

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I never liked giving orders. But the Chambers account was becoming a huge responsibility, and my boss made me hire an assistant. So I endured five forgettable interviews with mediocre applicants, just to keep up appearances. I figured I’d roll a die and pick one when I got to six.

Then she walked in.

The first thing I noticed was her glossy red hair. It fell past her shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face, gray eyes, and pouting lips. She wore a dark gray business suit that matched her eyes; the skirt cut a few inches above the knee.

We shook hands. “Serena Hawthorne,” she said, introducing herself.

To make things more casual during the interviews, I had chosen not to sit behind my desk. We took chairs facing each other in a corner of my office. Unfortunately, that meant her legs were clearly in view when she sat down. She crossed them and her skirt immediately rode up to reveal half of her thighs.

I had always found very pale skin to be somewhat unattractive, because of the way it revealed the veins and blood underneath the surface. But Serena’s milky skin seemed flawless. Although I looked her in the eye, my view was out of focus. My consciousness was inexorably drawn to her legs and the black pumps that hugged her feet.

Normally I would start the interview with a brief introduction of the firm and the work associated with the Chambers account. However, the way my mind was working, I thought it would be better if I let her do the talking. “Ms. Hawthorne, why don’t you tell me what qualities you bring to the position of administrative assistant, keeping in mind that you would be working for a marketing executive.”

“Well, I have been in marketing for three years since I graduated from college.” Her voice was throaty and deep for a woman. “At Hanson, Eads, I handled two major accounts as an admin assistant. I have that reference right here.” She handed me a letter.

I glanced over it, my eyes flickering discreetly from the paper to her legs. She was well built, not fat at all. Her calves had a fine curve, and her thighs were solid.

“But you’re considering leaving Hanson, Eads?”

“Yes, I want more responsibility. I’m looking for more of a leadership position.” She uncrossed her legs and switched. I couldn’t miss the sight. Her legs were magnificent. “Do you mind if I take off my jacket, Mr. Brandon?”

“Sure.” It was a hot day outside. I tugged at my collar.

She wore a plain white blouse underneath. The top button was undone, exposing her throat. I could just see the outline of her bra underneath, and the swell of the breasts it embraced. Her skin was like porcelain.

“You understand that you’d be working under me. I guess I’m concerned that you might find yourself in a similar position to the one you have at Hanson. Although I am willing to give you as much responsibility as you can handle, this is another assistant job.”

Serena nodded. “I’m looking at a other jobs. I interviewed down the street at Reynolds last week. That’s an entry-level associate position. I want to consider all of my options.” Her shoe dangled from her foot as she flexed it.

“I see. Well. Oh… have you ever had a difficult work situation with a colleague or superior? And, if so, how did you handle it?”

“Mmm… One of the men I worked under at Hanson used to make passes at me all the time. Brush up against me, make sexual innuendos, you know, that sort of thing.”

“What did you do?”

“I confronted him in a private place. I told him that working with me could either be a pleasant experience or a very uncomfortable one. After that, we never had a problem again.”

I raised an eyebrow. “That was the end of it?”

“Well, I was holding his testicles at the time. But yes, he was extremely polite after that.”

“I can’t believe you would do that to your boss.”

“Usually, I get along well with people. But I learned that sometimes you just have to take control of a relationship. He could have fired me, or disciplined me, but he didn’t because he wanted me badly enough. I do good work.

“He was sort of like you,” she continued, uncrossing her legs and standing up. “Just a little more forward. Always leering at me, obsessed with what I was wearing under my clothes.”

“I… I think you have the wrong idea, Ms. Hawthorne.”

She walked towards me, her hips swaying, and her eyes locked on mine. My gaze dropped as she began to raise her skirt.

“Really, Mr. Brandon? You haven’t been trying to look up my skirt for the past ten minutes?”

“No.” I said, hastily focusing on her face again. “Ms. Hawthorne, this is completely inappropriate. I’m going to ask you to leave.”

She stood in front of my face. Whatever fragrance she wore was subtly sweet, like apricots. Its heady odor filled my nostrils, and began to have an effect on me. She ran a pale finger along my jaw.

“Ask me, then,” she said softly. “If you want me to leave.” She pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist, and my vision was filled with her pantied crotch. A black silk thong. I imagined I could smell her wetness.

I said nothing. I was frozen. If I thought she was playing games with me, I would have thrown her out myself. But this was no game.

“Or is this what you want?” She nodded at her pussy. “You’ve been looking for it for some time now.” She spoke in a low voice, drawing my head gently down into her groin. “Look closer.”

My nose butted against her panties. She rubbed it up and down her slit – I felt her lips through the smooth fabric. “That’s it,” she coaxed, placing a hand in my hair.

I moaned unconsciously in response. Ashamed, I silenced it, and it came out as a whisper, a silent breath of desire. Her scent – the perfume and her womanhood - was overwhelming, intoxicating.

I don’t know how long she stood there, urging me on, rubbing my willing face into her pantied pussy. But eventually she backed away and went to the door, locking it.

“Why don’t you show me just how much responsibility you are willing to give me, Mr. Brandon? Or can I call you Gerald?”

I stood up and undid my tie. My cock was straining against my pants. “Gerald is fine.”

She slid off her pumps and approached me again. As I moved to kiss her, her hands pressed on my shoulders, softly pushing me down to my knees. She kept pushing, more firmly as I hesitated. I was unsure what she wanted. She guided me into a prone position on my back, and sat, straddling my crotch. I glanced at the door. There was a window next to it, but it was thick glass. If someone looked through it, all they would see were indistinct shapes. “The window,” I said.

She drew my head back to lock eyes again with her. “Don’t worry,” she said simply. Her hand glided from my temple to my lips. I opened them automatically, and she slid her finger inside my mouth. I sucked on it gently. She never seemed to look anywhere but straight into my eyes. Her pussy ground slightly on my throbbing cock.

Pulling her finger away and tugging up her skirt again, she rubbed her covered cunt. Then she brought her hand back to my mouth. Her fingers went back and forth until I smelled and tasted her warmth on them. Then she slid her hand into her panties, fingering herself slowly. When she drew her hand out again, she anointed the tip of my nose with her juices, before she thrust into my mouth again.

“Do you want more?”

I nodded.

“Tell me you want more.”

“Give me more of your pussy.” I said, without hesitation. “Please.”

Standing up, she yanked her panties down, over her legs and off her feet. Then she sat back down on me, this time on my chest. Her bare pussy was right in my face. It was trimmed very close, covered with bristles of her burnt orange hair. My mouth fell open instinctively. Serena hunched forward, held up my head, and presented her pussy to my questing tongue. I ran it over her lips and flicked it up and under the hood of her clit.

“I see there are… benefits to this position I was not aware of, Gerald,” she breathed heavily.

It was a strain on my neck to reach my tongue so high. I put my hands on her hips and scooted her further forward, until she straddled the bottom half of my face. My nose pressed into the hardened nub of her clit. There was a time for finesse, and this was not it. My tongue pushed up inside her, lapping up the pungent juices that now flowed copiously from within.

She rocked slowly back and forth upon me, her fingers digging in my hair. When I looked up at her, her eyes had finally closed. Her back arched, and her breath came more quickly.

My nose was actually inside her wetness. I was afraid that if I inhaled, I would drown. But part of me didn’t care. My entire universe was this incredible woman’s cunt. She rocked backward and my nose emerged briefly from under her clit. I sucked in a deep breath before I was covered again, and again. Finally she rode me through a climax, grasping my head tightly. I felt her pussy make a wet sound, like a little dam breaking, as she gushed over my face. She backed up, and I gasped for air.

She caressed my head, looking down at me again. Reaching behind her, she stroked my aching cock through my pants.

“There was a time when it would have been me lying on an office floor with a soaked face,” she said, softly, her eyes heavy-lidded. Her face was flushed. “I was a plaything for good-looking guys like you.”

“What happened?”

“I realized I had to take control. I wasn’t furthering my career. I wasn’t even getting off. I didn’t know how much power I had until I learned to take advantage of it.” She unzipped and unsnapped me, drawing out my erection.

“Oh,” she said. I could tell she was pleased with what she found.

She reversed herself upon me, straddling my face again so that she looked towards my feet. My nose pressed against her ass, and my tongue sought out her cleft again. This time I could breathe, and I inhaled the buttery scent of her rosebud. Serena stroked my dick, jerking it deftly with both hands.

“Suck it,” I mumbled, mouth full of pussy.

“Are you kidding? I hardly know you,” she said, scooting forward so that her asshole was over my tongue. Somehow, it all made sense to me as I rimmed her obediently and worked my tongue into her anus. These things took time, I told myself.

She shifted back and forth, and I loved her ass and pussy equally. But she kept stroking me and I became sloppy as I got close. I mouthed her haphazardly and gripped her hips tightly, giving myself to her. I groaned underneath her ass, coming hard. Serena squeezed my dick expertly, so that most of my cum shot onto the floor instead of drooling on my clothing. She lifted herself off of me and fed me the remnant of my semen from the side of her index finger.

Serena stood up, and went over to my chair, pulling it out slightly from the desk. Those commanding eyes transfixed me again, as she sprawled in the chair, legs spread and pussy exposed. “Come here,” she said, gesturing to the space underneath my desk.

I shook my head, “No - I can’t do that. I have to stop.”

“Gerald, you’ve been eating me out for the past thirty minutes. What’s the problem?”

“That’s just it. It’s been too long. Someone might come looking for me,” I said, getting to my feet.

“Listen. Do you want me to have this job?”

“Yes. I mean, you’re the best. The best… everything.”

“Then you’re going to have to trust me,” she said. “I will work my ass off; I will make you look damn good, and I will protect our secret. But you have to give me what I want, which is, first and foremost, your obedience. When a promotion comes up, you’d better support me for it.” She rubbed her fingers along her slit. It glistened. It winked at me. “And right now you’d better see if your tongue can touch my cervix.”

I looked at the door. I looked back to her beckoning cunt. Before I could make a conscious decision, my feet were taking me to my desk and the space underneath it. By the time I kneeled there, though, I had made up my mind. This confident, daring woman had enthralled me, and I wanted nothing more than to be under her control.

Serena pushed herself forward to sit properly at the desk, her legs pressed against my ears. I began by lapping the insides of her thighs and her outer lips, wherever I could find the flavor of her juices. Then I delved in, fucking her with my tongue. I pushed in as far as I could go, my nose deep within her cunt. The only difference from when she was sitting on me was that now I was doing the work. I pushed just as far, and thrust my tongue inside her repeatedly, until I ran out of air. I held her ass to pull myself in further, and then pulled out, gasping for breath, and teasing her clit. Her hand fell to its place on the top of my head, a gesture of possession that I craved. I looked forward to spending a lot of time in this office, on my knees and on my back.

I lost track of time. Or, it would be more accurate to say I no longer cared about time.

Until I heard a knock on the door. I knew I would be caught. But I couldn’t stop eating her. Resigned, I fell back to lapping, until I realized she would have to get up to unlock the door. She went to open it.

“Hi. Uhh… where is Mr. Brandon?” It was my boss, Samuels.

“Oh, he stepped out to get me some Human Resources material. I think the interview is going well.” Serena sat back down at my desk.

“Oh,” Mr. Samuels said, with a trace of uncertainty.

“I’m sorry about the door. I had to adjust my clothes. No one told me where the washrooms are,” she said.

“Of course. Why are you sitting at his desk?

“He told me to make myself comfortable…” She rubbed her foot in my lap. “You know, I really think I’m going to like this job!”

“Well, if he thinks you’re the best for the position, I’ll be happy to sign you on. Gregory Samuels.”

Serena got up again to make his acquaintance. Then I heard the door close and, a few seconds later, the click of the lock. I started to get up, but she was back before I could crawl from under the desk. She tugged her skirt up and thrust my face back into her sopping pussy, muffling my stillborn protests. “Quick,” she said.

Evidently, the risk excited her. It didn’t take long before she was convulsing over me and coming on my face again. For a moment, both of us sat there, catching our breath.

“You’ve earned these,” she said. The wet, balled-up panties were still in her hand. She stuffed them in my breast pocket and stood up on shaky feet.

“Umm… I guess that concludes our interview,” I said, wiping my face. Her scent clung to me everywhere, as if she had marked me. It even seemed to be inside my nostrils. There was a large, damp spot on the front of my shirt. I was going to have to bring a change of clothes to work from now on.

Serena straightened her suit and picked up her portfolio. Then she came over to me, still sitting on the floor, and gave me a soft, lingering kiss on the forehead. Her sweet-smelling hair fell around my head like a protective shroud. Then she walked out.

Minutes later, as her juices dried on my face, I was typing up a glowing report for my new assistant.

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