It started small at first. I wanted to be a good secretary and I gave my 110%. I would work late and come in early to make sure everything was ready and perfect for him. The whirl wind of activity made it hard to keep track of my day. Did I lose parts of it?
Anyway… After a few weeks, I felt urges to be nice and sexy for him. You know, so he would have distractions fro the stress of his work. I felt I should anticipate his needs and brought him coffee just the way he liked it. His smile was all I needed to know I was on the right track.
I felt consumed by him… I still do…
Then he started to comment on my looks. It was a little inappropriate, but I felt he needed it. He deserved it… So I smiled and thanked him. But then I felt compelled to seek out his comments. I started to try different looks and hope to dress just the way he wanted. I started to feel like I needed to please him.
I was so bent out of shape when he didn’t like what I wore…
I needed to offer him more…
I don’t remember how it started exactly, but one late night at work, I found myself on the ground picking up files he had dropped. My eyes kept darting at his crotch. I could see a tent form as he looked at me work. He was getting aroused… Because of me…
It was my fault and I HAD to correct that. I needed to help him. So I blew him. Easy really… I didn’t mind at all. I don’t know why… I never liked giving head before… But it was for him so it was perfectly ok.
After that first taste, I guess he liked how I gave head because he started to ask get more. I knew I SHOULDN’T refuse him… So I didn’t… I couldn’t… For some reason, I can’t say no to him. I have to please him. Make sure he is happy…
It started at odd times, but it soon became a little routine. I would come in early with his coffee and gave him a long relaxing blowjob while he drank it. Some times, if he felt unusually stressed, he would ask for another during lunch. Almost always though, he liked one before I left for the day.
But things are getting more serious now…
He just invited me to his house for the weekend. I think he’ll want to fuck me… In fact… I KNOW he wants to fuck me… I just can’t say no…
I can’t put my finger on it… There is just something about him…
