...as a secretary

Your second day as a secretary already feel like routine – but a pleasant satisfying routine – you know your place and fill it well. Very different from the dull drudgery of your old job.

Your boss' coffee is at its place, as are you, kneeling at his chair when he arrives. You've never looked at the lush, soft carpet form a practical standpoint, but your knees thank the Corporate Gods he doesn't have a hardwood floor. Its probably not coincidence.

He pats your head as he arrives, hangs his coat and sits in his chair.

“Good morning, Lexi. I take it you enjoyed your first day at work, looking at your enthusiasm to repeat it?"

You nod and smile.

“Yes, Sir.”

He also nods and looks down at himself. You feel he’s a fan of non-verbal sexual communication, you probably have to learn his signals, but this one is clear. You open his fly and help his gorgeous cock out of the pants. Start liking and kissing it, before you take it in your mouth, suck it, let your tongue play over the head and then take it deep down in your throat. It not just feels up to the tasks and experienced, but eager to swallow the manhood. You blush a little at how much you're enjoying this and how little the old you a week ago would have thought this was in you.

It only takes a few minutes until your skilled throat has him at the edge and his balls pump your creamy second breakfast into your throat. No question or hesitation as to what to do with it any more – you swallow hungrily, greedily, you enjoy the taste immensely and the feeling of it sliding down your throat.

You lick your lips, smile at him and get back to your desk. Your morning runs smoothly, your work is routine, but satisfying in the way that you now know whom it benefits and who you serve. The few visitors are more daring with you. You don’t know if your reputation precedes you or if your boss has dropped some hints about your availability. No none greets you with hand shake or a nod today, everyone hugs and kisses you, most hands wander over your back and your ass – female and male visitors' alike.

You fetch him his lunch at noon, and like yesterday don't get to finish yours before he wants his dessert. Again you enjoy the attentions of his tongue and lips, the hunger in his eating of your juicy fruit. You can’t believe how much he enjoys eating you - you remember back to your days as a man and feel a bit disgusted at your own inhibition to eat pussy. What a sad little boy you were. You cum in a massive tidal wave, metaphorically and literally as you squirt your boss’ dessert into his mouth. He kisses you, again with your juices on his lips. You enjoy this part a lot and lick your lips.

For the afternoon relaxation, he makes up on his promise, doesn't let you choose position any more. He puts you on your back on his desk, looks deep inside your eyes and penetrates you as deep as he can, which is quite deep. And quite full. You wonder if your small cock ever made a woman feel like this. You doubt it. You certainly never got a reaction like yours. Your orgasm is rolling over you after about 15 minutes like a landslide, burying all reason and coherent thoughts under it as you feel his hot cum inside you. You two kiss, for a long time after - it almost feels like 15 more minutes and you attempt to get up and get dressed.

“Lexi…”

He stops you, holds your arm and looks at you.

“At the risk of sounding tacky…”

He clears his throat. Does he actually blush? He suddenly looks younger – hasn't even thought of putting his pants back on, his limp cock still glistening with your juices.

“This is surprising me a little… I'm not usually doing this with my secretaries, especially not on their second day… But it's not just me, is it? There's something special between us?”

You look a him hesitantly. A man – your boss – seems to be about to make quite a big confession.- This thought would have made you laugh when you were Alexander – eve though deep inside… Doesn't matter. You feel a raging storm of various emotions as he continues.

“I enjoy working with you more than with any other woman never. And the – special work specially, of course. But I think we should get to know each other better. A lot better.”

You blush.

“Will you have lunch with me tomorrow, Lexi?”

Your stomach feels light, your knees weak. You escape into a joke to not answer.

“We’re already eating a lot more for lunch than bosses and secretaries…”

He smiles.

“I want to share a lot more than your body, as much as I enjoy that. I’ll take you out tomorrow. My favourite place for a daytime meeting, nice and in intimate. You can extend your lunch break, I won't tell your boss.“

You giggle.

“Will you have your favourite dessert in that place?”

He chuckles.

“Probably not right at the place, but later, for sure…”

You feel faint. Have to make up you mind...

“You’re right, Sir, there is something special between us. Never felt like that for any man…”

Well. Duh. But not for any woman either, right, Alexander?