First day as a secretary

You get back to your desk and start your work day. Well. No. What you just did may not have seemed work to your old self, but it was definitely a key part of your new job. You continue your work day.

Most of it isn’t that hard. Taking calls, writing letters and mails. Typing was part of your work, even in other circumstances. Updating his calendar. You can handle this job with little problems.

The temp at the reception calls in to announce his 10:30 appointment and you go and pick them up.

When greeting them – three men between 40 and 60 – you immediately feel all their gazes on your chest, and on your ass as you turn to show them the way.

You smile, happy to make a first impression that gets your boss’ guests in a good mood. Somewhere deep inside you think you should feel this is demeaning. You surely know that some – many – most? - women would, so this can’t just be your female body… Is it a part of the old hag’s nurse turning you into this - easy woman? Or is it – like your sex pot body an expression of your real inner persona? The way you’re meant to be as a woman.

You shrug internally. No use wondering, just use it for your advantage. Remember? All this you you can become a man again.

Right. That's the plan. Right?

You get to your office, where your boss already expects you.

“Thanks, Lexi. Can I offer you gentlemen coffee? Water?”

You prepare four coffees and bring in the tray before the group has settled down.

Your boss puts his hand on your ass as you serve his coffee and encouraged by the example, all three men do the same when you get to them. The oldest one pinches you hard, making you yelp, which is greeted with bout of a laughter from all men.

That’ll leave a mark…

The rest of the morning is routine. Accompanying the visitors out of the building ends with more slaps and another pinch that you're already beginning to feel as you sit down back at your desk.

At twelve you get lunch for yourself and your boss from he canteen, but before you finish yours, the intercom calls you to your boss.

“Lexi. Did you enjoy lunch?”

You just nod. No need to tell him interrupting you.

“Let me tell you about may favourite dessert. Come here!”

He taps on the edge of his desk and you walk over, uncertain what to do.

“Sit!”

He pushes his chair back to give you space.

You hesitate but then sit down on his desk in front of him.

“My favourite dessert, that I expect you to serve me after every lunch!”

He grins and pulls down your pants, spreads your legs and without hesitation or forewarning, buries his face in between your thighs.

You gasp… and sigh, as his tongue finds his mark without a detour. He circles around your clit and then starts licking it eagerly, flicks his tongue over it and starts sucking.

You had not expected this pampering, you’re here to serve him, after all. But you do notice he doesn't seem to do this primarily for your sake. He’s very enthusiastically sucking your clit until your juices start flowing from between your lips and he can begin lapping them up like a thirsty dog… You feel yourself getting weak and moan. Drop back onto his desk, letting your hand tousle his salt and pepper hair as his beard tickles your inner thighs.

Yes, he mostly seems to do this so he can enjoy your sweet juices – he wasn't joking, he really does eat you out like a desert, but he’s skilled and thorough enough - making your juices flow this expertly can’t fail to have the effect that it does. It doesn't take long until you cum, squirting into his mouth for him to thirstily gulp it all down. He keeps lapping up the remains of your orgasm from between your legs and then licks his lips, looking up to you.

“You're delectable, Lexi, absolutely delicious. The best dessert any secretary ever made me.”

He stands up, leans over you and kisses you, making you taste your sweet juices on his lips.

“Th… Thank you Sir…”

You still feel a little weak, but let your hand slide down to his closed pants to pay him back. He stands up, shaking his head.

“No need for that, Lexi. My lunch break isn't for sex, that would just exhaust me. That was nothing sexual, purely enjoying my favourite snack after lunch. As I will do every day. Understood?”

You get up from his desk, and put your pants back on.

“Y… yes. Sir.”

Still a, little unsteady from the orgasmic wave that crushed over you, you walk back to your desk and catch your breath. Nothing sexual, your ass. That might have been the best orgasm you ever had, with a male or female. If you get one of these every lunch break now, that alone might be enough to not want to become a man, agai… What? No!

You take deep breath and try to focus on your work. It takes some time but you can, eventually and fall back into the productive rhythm, only occasionally distracted by thoughts of your lunch break.

Around three he sends you to pick up something from the jewellery – a necklace he had made for his wife for their 20th anniversary. A beautiful piece – probably worth several months of your salary. You wonder if it’s a sign of bad conscious or if he considers what he does at work as normal and natural as he makes it look.

When you get back and put the jewellery box on his desk he looks at you. With that look.

“Thank you, Lexi. Well. How was your first day?”

You hesitate, but there’s nothing to worry about, really.

“Quite… exiting, Sir.”

“I’d assume so. Did you feel well prepared? None of your tasks caught you too much by surprise?”

“No, Sir.”

“And you’re OK, with your workload and your - special duties?”

“Yes, Sir, absolutely.”

He nods satisfied.

“Good. I had that impression about you, but you never know. You're really fitting in well. You have a great careerer ahead under me, little one!”

You blush.

“Well then. Time for your final – proof of dedication to your job, hm?”

You blush. Have an idea what he’s talking about. You had been wondering all day why he hasn't asked you to this service, neither yesterday not today.

“It’s not just because I wanted you to settle in, it's my habit to keep this part as highlight of the workday. Also because I find it quite too exhausting to perform it earlier.”

You nod - you found bis lunch break – quite exhausting but of course his needs come first.

“Don’t get used to it, but I'll let you decide how you’d like to end your first work day, Lexi. How would you like to offer me your little Lexi.”

You blush as to the name and try to think straight. This is more a first time than he could possibly know. Your body might have the instincts of an experienced woman, but your mind is still – mostly that of a man in a woman's body. Not enough so that you’d refuse him at his point of your path, but the fact that you never had a man inside of your body - female or not, is nothing not easily cast aside….