Helping the help
A few years back I was working for a small firm in a college
town. For our firm, a college town was a great place to be.
We could always find competent help in the form of college
students, and usually plenty of it. During that time I was
with the firm, I had a shared administrative assistant
named Tiffany. Tiffany or Tiff as she liked to be called,
stood about 5 foot three, generous breats, great legs and
big brown eyes set off by her brunette bobbed hair. She was
18 years old (seven years younger then me) when she started
and going to school part-time to finish up her degree. As
a result, she tended to be in and out of the office, keeping
odd hours due to her class schedule. For the most part, she
and I had one of those older brother younger sister relationships.
We would frequently talk about her classes and the goings
on in her life. It was an amicable relationship. I never
really thought of her as more then my assistant, it just
never crossed my mind. I think it was my ignorance of her
obvious charms that brought me to her attention. Not planned
ignorance, but flat out clueless ignorance.
Tiff and I worked together for about two years or so. At the
end of those two years, I had a job offer with another firm,
she had a job offer with a bigger firm in the field of her major.
So, our time working together was coming to an end. During
the last week there at the firm, both of us spent several
late weeks nights at the firm tyring to get things in order
for our departures. On the next to last night there, I was
in my office puttering away when she walked in. Tiffany
was wearing a demin skirt, a knit top and a set of strappy
heels. I glanced quickly at her shapely calves as she came
in. She asked if how long I was going to be there. I said for
a few hours more. She told me the rest of the firm was gone
and if I needed or wanted anything. I said no, and started
back to work. She stood in the door for a few seconds and wandered
off. About ten minutes later, she came back and asked if
I needed or wanted anything. Again, I said no. She lingered
in the door a little longer then the last time before she
left again. Ten minutes later, she was back in my doorway
asking if I wanted or needed anything a third time. I was
getting slightly miffed, I was trying to get my work done,
completely oblivious to her smoldering stare. I told her
that if she could bring me an ice tea, that would be great.
In short order, Tiffany brought me my tea. She set it down
on the computer stand next to my desk. I stood and thanked
her. "I just wanted to say I have really enjoyed working
with you these last two years, " Tiffany said. "Thanks, "
I replied, " it is mutual." Tiff then came over
and gave me a hug. At the end of the hug, she slid her hands
up my back to the nape of my neck. I pulled back from the hug
slightly. I looked into her eyes as she pulled me toward
her and gave me a light, tentative kiss. She kissed me harder
the next time, and both our eyes were open, locked into a
intense stare. We began to kiss furiously, out tongue darting
around each others mouths. "Door, get the door, "
she said in a hoarse whisper. I quickly ran to the door, looked
out, shut it and locked it.
When I turned around, she was sitting in my large office
chair. She stood up as I approached her. We embraced again,
kissing each other hard. I was running my hands up over her
fine ass and tickling the small of her back as she lightly
rubbed my back under my shirt. She started to unbutton my
shirt and loosen my tie. As she was doing this, my hands found
their way up her shirt and I started to rub her nipples through
her bra with the palms of my hands. Soon my shirt was open,
Tiffany then started to wrestle with my belt. When they
fell to the ground I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of
my pants. Her hands quickly found the inside of my boxers.
With a firm hands, she started to stroke my cock. I let out
a sigh and unbuttoned her bra. I pulled off her shirt and
bra, she had wonderful, full tits, with short nipples.
I took her hard niples into my mouth one after the other.
I teased her tits as she tried to stroke my cock. She stopped
me for a minute, spun me around and pushed me down into my
office chair.
"I've always wanted to do this, " she
said as she kneeled in front of me. The tip of my cock was peeking
out of my boxers and she started to lick it. Quick, cat like
strokes. Soon she pulled my boxes off and slid my straining
cock into her mouth. As she bobbed her head up and down over
my dick, I played with her hair, rubbing the back of her head.
Her mouth was incredible, she kept up a slight sucking pressure
the whole time. Occasionally, she would stop and rub the
head of my cock with the palm of her hand while looking into
my eyes before going back down. She was running her tongue
around my shaft, with one hand rubbing my balls when I felt
the tingle of impending orgasm. "I'm gonna come...., "
I croaked. She stopped for a second, looked me in the eye
and said, "So?" Without breaking eye contact,
she popped the head back into her mouth and started to tongue
the underside of my cock head, tickling my balls with her
nails. Soon my eyes shut and I started to come in her mouth.
I thrust my hips up and gripped the armrests of the chair
and let out a groan. When I was done, I opened my eyes and she
was still staring into them. She stood up, went to the trashcan
and spit my load into it. As she was taking a drink of the ice
tea she brought me, she said apologetically, "I don't
swallow. Hope you don't mind."
Rather then answer her, I got out of my chair, grabbed her
by the waist and spun her around. I dropped to my knees and
started licking her claves. She was still wearing her heels,
I lavished kisses, nibbles and licks all up and down her
great legs. I reached up and undid her skirt belt and buttons.
Under her skirt was a red pair of thong panties. I renewed
my attack on her legs, but this time, I included her shapely
ass in my ministrations. After a bit, I pulled the thong
aside. I could not help myself, her ass was so perfect. I
started to lick her asshole. "What are you...oh...oh...oh..."
was her reaction to my tongue.
Soon I knelt lower on the floor and started to lick the parts
of her pussy I could reach with my tongue. She was bracing
herself on my computer, and it was none to sturdy. I stood
up, she turned and we started kissing again. She was breathing
heavy, licking my chin, cleaning off her juices. I picked
her up and sat her on the desk. My desk was one of those big
1930's jobs, all wood and really freaking big and wide,
plenty of room. I started to kiss and bite her neck, as I slid
my hand into her panties. I cold feel that she was shaved
around her lips, with a tuft of hair at the top. I ran my middle
finger up and down her slit before sliding it in. She gave
a sharp intake of breath and started to squirm. I started
to stroke her slowly until her moan became more frequent
and louder. I dropped back down to my knees and pulled off
her thong. I lightly rubbed ger almost shaved pussy before
I ran my tongue along the outside of her lips, kissing and
blowing on her thighs. Then I started to eat her out in earnest.
I parted her lips with my lounge and licked her cunt with
long, sweeping strokes. I was deliberately avoiding her
clit, stopping my licks just short of it. As she lay back
on my desk, I stared to lick her from top to bottom. On each
lick I was sure to bump her clit with my nose before my tongue
completed its travels to it. Soon I could she was gripping
the edges of the desk with her hands, her juices were running
down her thighs, soaking me and the desk blotter. I changed
my approach and started to concentrate on just her clit.
I sped up my tongue and was rewarded when she grabbed me by
the hair and pulled me tighter into her cunt. She arched
her back as I sucked on her clit, she seemed to stop breathing
before she let out a series of sharp exhalations. I could
feel her stomach flutter as she came hard on the desk. The
she slumped back down. I stopped and stood.
I removed my shirt and tie and rubbed the head of my cock.
She was in a daze on the desk I approached her and rubbed the
tip of dick against her opening. She started to say, "Yeah..give
it to me....fuck me....please fuck me." With that
permission, I grabbed her hips and slid into her. Tiffany
let out a deep groan and grabbed her nipples. I started into
a good rhythm, giving her long, deep strokes. I lifted up
one leg and started to lick her calves as I fucked her. Tiffany
was very vocal about my fucking, "Nyahhh..nyahhhh...unhhh...yeah..fuck
me..fuck me" she kept saying. Soon I put both legs
over my shoulders and started to pound her with short, fast
and hard strokes. She was gripping the edge of the desk with
her hands and fucking me back. She was no longer saying anything
I could understand, just grunting an groaning. I dropped
her legs and lay on top of her. She wrapped her legs around
me as I started to stroke her cunt with my cock again. She
had her legs and arms wrapped around me, biting my shoulder
as I drove into her. I could feel her spasm around my cock
as she came and I kept plunging into her wet, hot cunt. She
was so wet, each stroke made a wet, slapping noise. I kept
fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. She kept trying
to arch her back with each orgasm, but my weight kept her
down, she strained against me, biting my shoulders and
neck repeatedly, I could feel her digging her nails into
my back. I could feel the tingle in my balls as I approached
the finsh. With one final hard thrust, I ground my cock into
her and came with several strong spurts. As I was coming,
Tiff let out a low quiet wail as she came with me.
I lifted my head and gave some light kisses as tried to catch
our breaths. "Mmmm....yeah... I am sorry I waited
so long to do that..." she said in a dreamy voice. "That
was wonderful. Damn. " was all I could say. I slid off
her and the desk into my chair. She lay on the desk, legs dangling
over the edge, smiling. I could see her juices and my come
run down her slit onto my desk blotter. I made a mental note
not to take that with me to my new job.
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