I worked for a major corporation, and I had a cubby hole office for the longest time. Then, a promotion gave me a corner office, and my secretary, rather than being one from the secretarial pool, was a permanent one. I went through the hiring process, and I found a fairly large, black man who was tops. That was my attitude: I didn't care what the hell the person looked like, I didn't care about the sex of the person, color, or anything. I just wanted the job done.
He was with me for three weeks, and then, apologetically quit his job. He had found something that paid more. I was devastated, and had to hire someone else. They gave me a temporary from the pool, one I had never seen before.
Her name was Linda, and when I first saw her, I thought it was the secretary's daughter who had come to tell me that her mother couldn't make it to work. She was about four feet nine, and slender as a pole. No tits to speak of, and she was Japanese, with large, almond shaped eyes, white teeth, and the smoothest brown skin I'd ever seen.
I don't know what it was about her, but the second time I saw her, my cock suddenly jumped up and took notice of her. She was petite and pretty, and very, very competent.
I asked my boss if I could snag her from the secretarial pool, and with narrowed eyes, she agreed. I guess she knew what I was thinking.
I found little tasks for her to do, tasks that would bring her closer to me. It was beginning to affect my work, and I knew that I had to put a stop to it.
Then, one day, as she was taking dictation, she looked at me and frowned.
"You don't look well," she said. "You need maybe, a tight neck massage."
She stood and walked behind my chair, and her little hands grabbed my neck, moving around, pressing. It felt great, and, though it did make my neck feel better, my cock was hard and throbbing within a minute of her touching me.
I guess she noticed, for she moved around to my front, and before I knew it, she was loosening my tie, rubbing the front of my neck gently. Her hand moved down, and she fumbled with the buttons to my shirt. I could not have stopped her if I had wanted to. Her tiny hands moved inside my shirt, and she pinched my nipples lightly, sending thrills through my body.
Before long, she was on the floor, her face between my legs, her hands at my zipper. I hadn't expected this, and knew that it wasn't the right thing to do, not here, not now. Suddenly, she stopped, and stood. She went to the door, and flipped the latch. Then, she smiled and walked back over to the desk. She didn't say a word. She stood beside the desk, and reached up and slowly unbuttoned her white blouse. Looking more like a parochial school girl than a secretary, she was wearing a tiny little bra that she left on as she reached down and removed her skirt.
She did a slow, slow strip, watching my eyes, looking into my face as she peeled her hose down, as she removed her high heels, making her even shorter than before. Then, she stood before me in only garters and a bra, her pubic bush nearly hairless, with just a few black, downy hairs lining her swollen vagina lips. Then, she removed her bra, slowly, and I leaned forward, and flicked my tongue out at one brown, erect nipple. Her tits were small, some of the smallest tits I'd ever seen.
She tugged at me, pulled away, and removed my shirt completely. Then, she started working on my zipper again, and pulled my pants down.
I fumbled with my shoes, and had my shirt and pants off, standing there in only my jockey shorts and socks.
I pulled my socks off, then my shorts. My cock jumped up and slapped me in the tummy, and her eyes widened. Without saying a word, she pushed papers aside on my desk, and lay across it, spreading her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and moist, and as she spread her legs, I could see her inner lips, pink and wet. I moved my face to her pussy, licking her outer lips, then, finding her clit with my tongue and flicking at it.
She moaned softly and writhed around. I continued my licking, up her body, to her tits. Then, my hard cock came into contact with her thigh, and I straightened, moving my mouth away from her tiny tits. I pulled her toward me, and her pussy was at just the right level, a perfect target for my dick.
I entered her, and she came, moaning loudly, flooding my dick with her juices. I stroked in and out about five times, and my balls tightened as my knees began to shake. I came then, my balls tightening and my cock jerking, filling her little, tight pussy with loads of hot cum. I continued shooting, load after load, and it dripped out of her pussy and onto the desk.
I fell forward, holding on to her lithe, little body, and lay there for a few minutes. Then, I straightened and pulled out of her.
Her pussy was full of cum, dripping onto my desk. She smiled at me, and pulled herself off the desk. She went into my small cubby hole restroom, and returned with some napkins and a towel, and before long, we were cleaned up and dressed.
After that, we repeated the same scenario nearly every day, exploring one another's bodies, licking, sucking, fucking. Then, six months later, we were married.
I've never seen or met such a sensual, lovely woman as my wife.
--- Paul B., NY, NY
