1. The Businessman - Part 2


    Date: 11/4/2014, Categories: Office Sex, Author: spectreofhell, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    Kyle Richardson sat at his desk getting nothing done. It had been like that for a week now, ever since he'd hired Sandy to be his part-time secretary. It had been a bad decision on many levels. The eighteen year old girl was a terrible typist, was still learning the filing system, could only work three hours a day after school, and he wanted to fuck her in the worst way. She glanced up from her desk, sensing his eyes upon her again, and gave him a friendly, almost encouraging smile. If she had felt traumatized by what he had done to her during her interview, she showed no sign of it now. Kyle ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth. The taste of her young pussy was long gone, but the memory of it lingered. She had been spread out right her in front of him, on his desk, with her too-dark pantyhose pulled down far enough for him to have access to her crotch. She'd left a puddle on his desk after he had let her up, and the stain of her juices was a constant reminder to him of what had occurred. He had lost control. The pressures of his life, losing his marriage the way he had, his loneliness, all piled up to beat down his reserve, and, goddammit, she had been so willing! He just knew that if he asked her to come in here and spread herself again, she would do it. He had made it clear in the interview that it would be a part of her job, and she had accepted it. Yet for a week now he had not dared to even flirt with her. She was eighteen, so she was legal even though she was ...
    still in high school, but it was still wrong. He was her boss, he was old enough to be her father, and he could tell she was as inexperienced as they came. Not even pretty, he told himself, looking at her somewhat tangled mop of curly hair, noting the black plastic rims of her eyeglasses, seeing the glint of her braces when she smiled at him. She was wide in the hips and small in the chest, pale skinned and... and... He thought he was falling in love with her. It wasn't fair! She liked the same books he did, the same music, the same television shows. She even loved Chinese food as much as he did. If he had been younger he would have fallen over himself wanting to date her. Or if she had been older. He looked up again. The angle of her desk meant he could see partially behind it, and she had turned her knees toward him as she held her most recent attempt at typing, proofreading before bringing it to him. The dress she wore that day was a brown and orange and navy-blue flower print disaster, like something she might have stolen from her grandmother's closet. But the hem came to her knees, and as she sat it had ridden up, showing off the ivory-colored hose she wore today. Twisted as she was, the hem came up a little farther, and her knees drifted apart giving him a peek into the shadows between her thighs. He was rock hard before he realized he was getting an erection. She stood up suddenly and walked into his office from the outer reception area. "Mr.Richardson, I think I got ...
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