“Well there are rules. Basically I’m available between 9-5 to give you manual and oral relief whenever you want. In fact all the SWs in the building will give you manual if you ask politely but you should only expect oral from your own SW.”
“But. I. Um. You don’t really mean…”
“Of course, if I or any other SW wants to do more for you then we can but we’ve got very strict personnel policies to ensure all employees are protected from bullying, harassment or coercion of any sort.”
“But why? Why would you do something like this? It’s, it’s dreadful,” I blustered. Although the bulge in my trousers under my desk perhaps contradicted my last statement somewhat.
“Really? Don’t you find me attractive? I can speak to HR about finding you another SW more to your taste if you like.”
“No! I mean, no. You’re absolutely stunning. You really are. I just don’t feel comfortable about taking advantage of a young woman in that way. It’s just wrong. I mean what does your boyfriend think?”
“Oh, I don’t tell him of course. He’d be very jealous if he knew.” Karen took a deep breath before continuing. “I honestly don’t mind giving a quick handjob or blowjob, you know. If I didn’t want to do it, I’d leave. Fleming want to ensure that the professional partners are completely relaxed and really well cared for. Let’s face it there’s nothing more distracting to a man than feeling horny and frustrated. This way you won’t ever worry about sex at work because you’ll feel satisfied all the time.”
In the face of her equanimity, her delightful thoughtful frown and her great big tits, my arguments sounded less and less sure. “But how can you demean yourself by, you know…”
“Sucking my manager’s cock?” she completed.
“Well, yes.”
“I can honestly say I don’t mind doing it all. And frankly, you know how well Fleming pay. I earn more money here than I had ever thought possible. And there are lots of other benefits. The people are nice. The job is interesting and varied. The hours are reasonable. So what if I have to give a little head to my boss? I can always brush my teeth afterwards.”
I didn’t know what to say. I had a raging erection under my desk. I wanted to believe what she was saying. But surely none of this was real. Was this some sort of weird test? Was Mike going to jump out and sack me if I did the wrong thing?
“Of course we could just have a normal manager-secretary relationship if you want but it seems a shame when I’m ready and willing to help you out. You do find me attractive don’t you?”
“Karen, it feels wrong to voice it out loud, but I can honestly say you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met. It’s just that I never ever thought that a woman like would ever want to have anything to do with a man like me. I just can’t believe this is real.”
Karen got up and walked towards the door. “Why don’t I show you how real I am,” she said as she locked it and made sure the blinds were fully closed.
I felt panic well inside as she walked seductively towards me.
“But, but I’m married,” I protested as I pushed my chair back from the desk.
She looked pointedly at the lump at my crotch causing my trousers to tent upwards. “Well, I suggest you don’t tell your wife. I’m pretty sure none of the other partners tell their wives about what their SWs do for them. It can be our secret,” she added as she knelt gracefully between my legs.
“Why don’t I start by using my hand, Kenneth, and then let’s just see how it goes.” She looked up at me with those big green eyes. My heart was pounding. I licked my lips and nodded at her.
She smiled generously before running both hands up legs, over my knees and up my thighs to cup my crotch delicately.
“Oh fuck,” I swore involuntarily.
She slid her right hand over my bulge to catch my zip and slowly pulled it down before sliding her hand into my fly. My erection flew out with only the tiniest tug from her hand.
“Oh, hello,” she breathed over my cock. “I’m going to getting to know you a lot better.”
Her hand was surprisingly cool as she gently clasped me around my shaft just below my knob. She pulled my balls out with her left hand before beginning to slowly skilfully wank me up and down.
I groaned in delight as she maintained eye contact with me while tossing me unhurriedly. It had been well over a week since I’d last had sex with my wife and I could already feel myself approaching orgasm.
“Oh,” she exclaimed charmingly as she saw my excitement. I noticed her lipstick was a chic pale pink. “I can see you’re very eager. Perhaps you’d like to come over my tits?”
“Oh, shit, yes,” I agreed.
She paused, knelt back and began to unbutton her blouse, still with that teasing smile on her lips. She pulled it off to reveal an elegant creamy full-cupped bra, the upper half made of floral lace. I could see the top part of her nipples through it.
“Oh, wow,” I moaned as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. She giggled as she allowed it to drop forward.
If I were a poet, I could probably write pages and pages about her breasts and still not do them real justice. They were utterly unimaginably perfect. Not only were they big, a lot bigger than a handful, but they were high and firm and yet somehow pert. The nipples were a little above centre, two chocolate-brown vertical ovals that looked small compared to the expanse of her creamy flawless bosom.
As she began to masturbate me steadily once more, she said, “You can touch them if you want.”
“Oh thank you,” I said with such earnest gratitude she laughed once more. I reached out to squeeze them, the first time I’d felt another woman’s breasts in the last twenty or so years. They were soft to the touch yet were as firm as I’d imagined. After feeling their weight and size, I gently pinched her nipples and they popped up to rigidity in seconds.
“That’s nice,” she encouraged.
I couldn’t believe how kindly she talking to me. She looked like she really wanted to make me happy.
And without a doubt she was. She read the signs of my imminent climax well as she carefully aimed me at first her left and then her right breast, coating them with both liberally with my jism.
“Hmmm,” she approved. “What a lot of spunk. I can tell I’m going to have a lot of fun with you! Here let me get you a tissue.
I watched in disbelief as she stood, sticky-breasted and topless, and reached across the desk for a tissue. Carefully, almost tenderly, she cleaned me off before putting my deflated cock away.
“Back in a sec,” she excused herself brightly before retiring to my office bathroom to wash herself.
She was away for a few minutes which gave me a chance to calm down. If her bra and blouse weren’t right there in front of me on my desk, I would have doubted my sanity.
She swayed back in sexily, making no effort to cover her staggering chest.