Merelan
Lady's Love
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This thread is for catlover and myself. Sorry, feel free to read if you like.
Jenny:
It had worked. He didn't remember me. Of course, it had been ten years since he had last seen me. I had been 14 at the time. Scrawny, braces, no figure. But I had seen him. I had fallen in love that day. You can say that a 14 year old does not know love. But I did. I was starved for it. He had been sweet and kind to me, but looked through me. Not now. I vowed he would notice me now. Spending the last 5 years of my life learning what he liked and didn't like in his women. His likes and dislikes in food, sports, everything. Making myself into the perfect mate for him. Though when I met him, he was married. That had fallen by the wayside. good. One less thing I had to do. Believe you me I had studied why they had failed also. Sex. Hmm. how could she not like it? God I dripped just thinking of him. I was no virgin though. Even in sex I had practised, learned techniques to keep him. Then the final touch, getting a job as his secretary. Now I was ready to take him. Luckily he hadn't done the interviewing, that was done by his retiring secretary. He had only seen me as she introduced us, but he had been harassed by a ringing phone and upset client. I also no longer went by my childish nickname of Bunny. Uggh.
I was going to help him, sooth him. Become indispensible to him.
It was my first day and I was nervous. Though he was gone most the day which helped. Then the office went out to dinner to give the old secretary a farewell party. I stayed behind, not feeling I should attend and wanting to get a few minutes of privacy.
They all left and I smiled, slowly walking around the office. Teasing myself. It only took an hour to finish up what I needed to, and rearrange the desk to suit my needs and ways. Then the phone rang and I needed to take a complicated note. Pleased I was even able to find the file they needed and respond myself. Good girl. For that I got a treat. I let myself into his office. My legs shaking and my palms sweaty. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It smelled like him. I was almost in tears. Earlier when he had welcomed me he had looked puzzled at me, but then brushed me aside and went onto his work. It had hurt. Walking around, letting my hand lightly brush over the back of the clients chair. Then over to mine. Where I would sit and take dictaion, and whatever else he needed of me. Needed of me. I needed. I needed to cum so badly. My pussy wet, I slipped a hand up my short skirt and into my thong. Yes, she was wet, and swollen in her need. Dare I?
There was a spare suit jacket. I had no control as I slipped off my shirt and on his jacket. Its cool lining tingling me. I walked slowly, rubbing my pussy. Bending over his desk, practising how to file and let him see the best of me. My long legs. My tight ass, the curve of my breast. I felt decadent. Then unhooked and removed my bra. Buttoning one button of the jacket. Hmmm, too bad I couldn't dress this way when he was around. The silk of the lining now rubbed on my bare tits, hard and aching for attention.
I slipped into his chair, one leg on his desk, the other on a drawer I pulled out. Facing the door I was daring, alone, no one would know. My right hand pumping two fingers into my pussy as my left pinched and squeezed at my breasts. Crying out I threw back my head, eyes closed. Calling out his name as I started to cum. My fingers as deep as I could get them, my body arched and writhing in his seat. His scent wafting over me. I came again, and again. Rubbing the juices into his seat, where he would sit. Crying out my need, my love as I came one last time, the hardest one. Begging him to fuck me, make me, use me.
I lay back on his chair, overcome with my intensity. Slowly opening my eyes.
To him, standing in the doorway, watching me.
Jenny:
It had worked. He didn't remember me. Of course, it had been ten years since he had last seen me. I had been 14 at the time. Scrawny, braces, no figure. But I had seen him. I had fallen in love that day. You can say that a 14 year old does not know love. But I did. I was starved for it. He had been sweet and kind to me, but looked through me. Not now. I vowed he would notice me now. Spending the last 5 years of my life learning what he liked and didn't like in his women. His likes and dislikes in food, sports, everything. Making myself into the perfect mate for him. Though when I met him, he was married. That had fallen by the wayside. good. One less thing I had to do. Believe you me I had studied why they had failed also. Sex. Hmm. how could she not like it? God I dripped just thinking of him. I was no virgin though. Even in sex I had practised, learned techniques to keep him. Then the final touch, getting a job as his secretary. Now I was ready to take him. Luckily he hadn't done the interviewing, that was done by his retiring secretary. He had only seen me as she introduced us, but he had been harassed by a ringing phone and upset client. I also no longer went by my childish nickname of Bunny. Uggh.
I was going to help him, sooth him. Become indispensible to him.
It was my first day and I was nervous. Though he was gone most the day which helped. Then the office went out to dinner to give the old secretary a farewell party. I stayed behind, not feeling I should attend and wanting to get a few minutes of privacy.
They all left and I smiled, slowly walking around the office. Teasing myself. It only took an hour to finish up what I needed to, and rearrange the desk to suit my needs and ways. Then the phone rang and I needed to take a complicated note. Pleased I was even able to find the file they needed and respond myself. Good girl. For that I got a treat. I let myself into his office. My legs shaking and my palms sweaty. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It smelled like him. I was almost in tears. Earlier when he had welcomed me he had looked puzzled at me, but then brushed me aside and went onto his work. It had hurt. Walking around, letting my hand lightly brush over the back of the clients chair. Then over to mine. Where I would sit and take dictaion, and whatever else he needed of me. Needed of me. I needed. I needed to cum so badly. My pussy wet, I slipped a hand up my short skirt and into my thong. Yes, she was wet, and swollen in her need. Dare I?
There was a spare suit jacket. I had no control as I slipped off my shirt and on his jacket. Its cool lining tingling me. I walked slowly, rubbing my pussy. Bending over his desk, practising how to file and let him see the best of me. My long legs. My tight ass, the curve of my breast. I felt decadent. Then unhooked and removed my bra. Buttoning one button of the jacket. Hmmm, too bad I couldn't dress this way when he was around. The silk of the lining now rubbed on my bare tits, hard and aching for attention.
I slipped into his chair, one leg on his desk, the other on a drawer I pulled out. Facing the door I was daring, alone, no one would know. My right hand pumping two fingers into my pussy as my left pinched and squeezed at my breasts. Crying out I threw back my head, eyes closed. Calling out his name as I started to cum. My fingers as deep as I could get them, my body arched and writhing in his seat. His scent wafting over me. I came again, and again. Rubbing the juices into his seat, where he would sit. Crying out my need, my love as I came one last time, the hardest one. Begging him to fuck me, make me, use me.
I lay back on his chair, overcome with my intensity. Slowly opening my eyes.
To him, standing in the doorway, watching me.