Secretary - Assistant

Erotic story

Chapter 1. Conversation with the chef.

- In addition, the scope of your official duties includes my service.

- K-what? - Alla stumbled, although she immediately understood that she would have to fulfill her duties.

- Are you naive? Or stupid? If the latter, I do not want to see you as my secretary, if the first, then I explain that you, among other things, at lunchtime or according to my call, should serve me as a woman. I do not have free time and I do not want to call priestesses of love, so it is desirable that I always had a girl by my side to relieve sexual tension.

- In the employment agency, I was not warned about this, - confusedly said the girl.

She was beautiful and with excellent knowledge, and Demidus, did not want to lose her.

- And the fact that your salary is twelve hundred dollars, for a start, were you warned?

- Thousand two hundred dollars !!!

She did not even try to hide surprise and delight. For her it was an unthinkable, a huge amount, and at home an empty refrigerator and a sick, constantly demanding expensive drugs mom.

He understood her hesitations, and with full confidence in her agreement, he believed that she would take his decision. She was forced to this by a beggarly life, from which, she, was already deadly tired.

- Do you have a fiance? - He asked, fearing to hear from her a positive response. If there is a groom, then all is lost. She, of course, will go under him, belong to him with her beautiful body, and will be her soul with the person for whom she gives her body to reproach.

- Not! What do you!

Oh god What a relief to hear it!

- Vika, do you have any idea about sex?

And, he stopped again, because it was painful for him to imagine that someone else was touching her body. It should belong only to him and no one else.

- There is no practical knowledge. Purely theoretical. I, still a girl. This is bad?

Oh, what a relief! And here is lucky. Suddenly get such a prize - chaste girl. Tselochka. And how nice! Angel in the earth envelope.

- That's because you are innocent, I will pay you one and a half thousand dollars.

- For what? Oh, for that! - She embarrassed flushed.

She was ashamed that they were discussing this sensitive issue.

- If you agree, I give you this package. Here, a little more than your future salary, and you, immediately, give me your innocence. So you take the package? There are two thousand.

He bought it. Frankly bought. I really wanted to push her pretty legs apart and plunge into a sweet, well-tried chaste well before him. Make, so to speak, the first drilling.

She blushed and, with her head down, barely audibly replied: - "I take." He heard "I give." She will give it to him, and he will appreciate this girl, who he personally made a woman, like a bar of gold. Love her and cherish.

- You are recruited. Pass through that door, clean yourself up, there, by the way, there is a shower, take off your clothes and go to bed. Linen on the bed, change every day.

Oh, how she bent over and, avoiding his gaze, as if doomed to death, slowly trudged into the living room. She knows that she is waiting there. She is a fool does not know that she has a more important role than the life of a beautiful dining room under the chef. As soon as he saw her attractive face, he was a forty-year-old fool, fell in love with her like the last schoolboy.

Opening the door, he even pressed his hand to his chest, holding back a crazy heartbeat, which he hadn’t been in touch with women for a hundred years. Fucked them in cold blood, poured sperm into them in liters, and in the shower, cold emptiness still lurked.

And with this sweet, innocent girl, everything will be different. It must fill in his life, the vacuum that makes his life empty, useless and empty.For whom, in fact, he rests here for days, earns huge grandmothers who are accumulating on his personal account, it is unknown why and it is not clear for whom.

Here she lies, shyly turned to the wall. How beautiful are the lines of this young, slim figure, outlined by a thin veil. Even it is not able to hide the seductive roundness of her big buttocks, the thickness of the round thighs.

Almost tearing away the buttons with impatience, fearing that she would come to her senses, change her mind, spit on those damn bucks for which she had to lie on this bed, and scaredly say “NO”, jump up and leave, because he will not hold her back. Cowards, to hell! He lifted the veil and in front of him, two slightly curled sideways, large, snow-white buttocks, with a soft dent dividing them, began to shine. He lay down, inadvertently touched the hot buttock with a sticking member, instantly feeling her shudder.

Gently embraced her, trying not to touch her hot elasticities against her bedded breasts, clung to her quivering back, and whispered: - “Do not tremble like that. I am not at all going to attack and rape you. I want another.

- What do you want? - Hardly audibly she asked, but her body immediately relaxed, it became more trusting or something.

- So that you yourself want our closeness.

- What?!

She was so surprised that she turned to him in front of him to see his face. Her resilient breasts clung to his chest, and he tenderly took them in his palm.

- Yes exactly. I want you to want our closeness.

- Do you really think that I can want this?

“I think you can and really want if you treat me not as a potential rapist, but as your gentle friend who worships every millimeter of your charming body.”

- What should I do for this?

- Let me be gentle with you. Do not be ashamed of my caresses, and most importantly, do not be ashamed of the fact that I touch your insanely beautiful body.

- Good. I agree. This is better than a cold surrender of necessity.

- That is what I do not want from you. When you, eager to ask, and ask me about intimacy, I will love you like a fairy-tale princess who came down to me from heaven to soothe my tired soul.

- You speak like a poet. But why, is your soul tired? After all, you are very rich and you can always buy a beautiful girl for communication.

- You yourself have just uttered this hateful word "buy." Alas, true love cannot be bought. And I'm dead tired from the cold in my no-love soul. Do you think I did not try to buy love? He did this many times, and, over and over again, he became convinced that it was “paid love”. Purchased. Fake And I, dream of true love.

“And I have not loved anyone yet,” she sighed, and involuntarily pressed herself against him, calmly accepting his friendly embrace.

- I feel sorry for you. This is a great feeling to work wonders.

- You are a good man and a poet in the shower. And how did you manage to get into business?

- Inadvertently. It was necessary to live on something, and I began to earn money.

- Tell me ...

“Call me Demid, without middle name,” he hurried, noticing her difficulty in addressing him.

- ... what is it all time rests on my thigh? It distracts me from our conversation.

- Oh, that! Do not you understand what it is?

- And what should I do with him? He really badly bothers me.

- Thrust it between the legs, there it will not disturb you.

Feeling the warm touch of her inner legs, he almost gasped at bliss. They gently squeezed his cock, but now, trying to straighten, he pressed against her crotch. Demid, even felt the tickling touch of her hair, and it seemed to him that the member touches the edge of her closed sexual lips.

They lay so tightly that her plump breasts elastically flattened on his chest. Their nipples were stone hard and burned his skin. Now, he gently hugged her. Breathing warmly in his neck, she said softly: “It turns out that you are a very strong person. If you want to do this, I could not resist you. ”

- Alla, you are too precious for me to take you by force.I do not want to lose you.

“How hard and hot he is,” she whispered suddenly, rolling the penis between her legs.

- I'm a man, Alla and now, lying with a beautiful naked girl, who is in my arms, pressed against me. And he, as part of my male "I", feels that in the minimum proximity to him, there is a treasure, which he wants to seize.

- But, in spite of all this, you stoically endure, poor things.

- Demid?

- Yes.

She lifted her face to him, and their lips almost touched. She breathed her warmth into his lips.

“If I allow you to kiss yourself, will you endure the temptation?”

“It will be difficult for me, but I can take it,” he answered as firmly as he could, but his breathing became faster.

- You can kiss me.

He did not kiss, he drank her swollen, sweet lips, seeking to put into his kiss all the passion he felt for her now. At first, her clear eyes widened, and then, little by little, they began to twitch like a sleepy veil. He clearly felt that down there, where they came into contact, it began to get wet rapidly.

Her flexible hands, lying limply on his broad shoulders, slid on and began to gently stroke her back.

Using a fortunate moment, he made the member barely noticeable movements, disturbing her virgin lips, causing sensual excitement in her.

When he broke the kiss, without removing his hands from his body, she quietly whispered: "More."

Sticking to her lips, he gently rolled over her, covering his body. Her legs involuntarily parted, instinctively assuming a position preparing for a woman to merge.

He was already lying between them, clinging to her defenseless lips of the genital slit pressed to them, flattened lips.

- Demid, I ask you ... You won.

He himself knew this because she was already wet. Slightly rising above her, he sent a member into her crack and, gliding over her, a short gentle push that caused a muffled moan deprived her of virginity.

How long their intercourse lasted, they did not know. To Demid's amazement, the girl was indefatigable in her striving, to receive pleasure.

Hiding her face in his chest, she laughed softly.

“You have no idea how much I wanted you.” Seeing you, I realized that you are the man from whom I want to give birth to a child. And now I will give birth to him. From you.

- And I marry you my treasure. Do you want to be my wife?

- Really want to!

“Then I will have to fire you.”

- Well, I do not! So that you find yourself a new assistant secretary? Never! I will work to the very end!

Nine months later, his young wife gave birth to a son. And he never accepted the new referent. The wife did not allow.

January 5, 2006

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