My Secretary

Cathy is my lover in both the physical and emotional sense. Cathy loves almost everybody, especially those of us who salute her when she walks by. I have no other female lover. My wife certainly doesn’t qualify anymore. But Cathy and her husband are even more devoted to each other than she is to me. I may not even be second on her list except in terms of frequency. Just being on her list is an honor and a pleasure.

Cathy says she loves me, and means it. Neither of us knows how important our financial arrangement is because she’s always wanted to fuck her boss even when he wasn’t over paying her. I doubt she could spend as much time with any man as she does with me, without wanting to establish a more friendly relationship. I fell in love with her and began lavishing her with raises, not expecting anything. I just loved seeing her happy, and could only give her that one thing. She actually seduced me, not as payment, perhaps not even as a thank you. She says she has several lovers, older and less attractive, who also give her the one thing she wants, their manhood inside her body.

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I invited her into the office and as always, she shuts the door and makes sure it latches, which causes it to lock. She comes over and kisses me, then stands patiently while I unbutton her blouse, remove her bra, and fondle her chest. She has generous tits that look stunning in a good bra and scrumptious naked, but droop too much to make her like going without a bra under her blouse. I love feeling them and feeling their weight, holding them in my hands, becoming her “living bra of male flesh”. She still has on her skirt and high heels, and panties which don’t fully cover the open crotch in her nylons. Her panties are almost as sexy as what they cover, though one might not see this in a quick glance. But Cathy doesn’t go out of her way to avoid giving men quick views, or even long ones.

I know that her panties are thin, cling like a second skin, and are transparent enough to show off her privates. If I remove the skirt too quickly I’ll be forced to forgo this pleasure we both enjoy – my fondling of her spectacular mammary glands.

My office has a lounge chair that’s perfect for fucking. But with Cathy any place is perfect. We do it on the rug, and a lot of times with her bent over my desk. A few week earlier I tried tying her wrists to ropes. She likes the bondage so much that now she wants to do it whenever we have time. She’s a horny lovable slut, and I’ve decided I should give her some planned adventure. It ‘s taken a little planning but only a little bit of preparation since I already had the ropes.

“Today, I’m going to give you a treat.” I tell her and watch her eyes light up.

I had imagined two complimentary treats I could give Cathy. In either case she would be unaware of which one was actually happening. For one I needed a special dildo, the other, another man. The dildo had caught my fancy even though I hadn’t yet decided which plan I would end up using. It was actually a hard rubber sleeve that fit over my own erection. It’s surface felt realistic, even to the bare touch. Cathy’s vagina was sensitive in many good ways, but would only feel the larger size, not the artificial surface. She would be blindfolded and have her wrists tied to the front corners of the desk. But I think the realistic texture would fool even her fingers. The second possibility meant the use of another man. Half a dozen men in the company had hinted at their eagerness to duplicate my daily pleasures, and two had even asked outright if I thought Cathy might be interested in doing threesomes during work hours. Neither of us had ever admitted shagging regularly. But when two people are doing it every day, inevitably people are going to suspect what’s happening.

I played with her luscious breasts for about five minutes. Cathy seems to love this as much as I do. But we can’t do it all day, so reluctantly I move on, making her lean forward, over the cushion I’ve taken off the chair, while I secure her wrists so that she has to lean slightly over the desk raising her fanny in a delightful way. I slide her skirt down and off and take maybe too many minutes admiring the beauty, still molded inside her sexy, tight, stretchy, and transparent lace panties. I’m amazed she has such a variety of these, and wears them every day. Her answer is that she can easily afford them considering how much I’m overpaying her. Her erotic looking patterned pantyhose are stockings with side extensions that attach to a low waist band. The opening is larger than her bikini size panties, and the two touch only where the panty waist band fits over the pantyhose waist band, below her hips and well below her actual waist line.