New Secretary – The Continuing Journey
If you have been reading the previous stories about my new very personal assistant Marie, you'll know that she has turned out to be a great addition to the company and a great influence on me. At this point, six months into her new position, she has helped me steal a great salesman,, reorganized my office for more efficiency, built a program for my executives called VPA (very personal assistant) which increased corporate morale and effectiveness, helped me close a key new account, and has taken my sex life way beyond my original plans for her.
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After a night full of sensual sex at the hotel, Marie had whispered 'Thank you for you' as she went to sleep. She was curled up next to me now, breathing quietly as she slept off our intense and exhausting night. She had been relentless in her desire. The sense of her next to me now, the physical memories of the mind-blowing sex, the warmth of her body against mine, her after-sexl smell had all contributed to my current mental overload. It was keeping me awake. I looked down at her as the early morning light came through the window. She was an incredibly beautiful woman. I was getting stimulated just looking at her and that was all new territory for me. She had completely changed my life, at work and personally.
Most of my prior relationships had ended badly – generally because the woman was either possessive or selfish. It was why I was single and had decided I preferred it that way. I had never had any relationship with any woman who was dedicated totally to pleasing me. It was what made Marie different. Sure, you could say it was all part of her bargain to pay off her debt to the company. But either she was one hell of an actress or a willing participant. My dilemma was to decide which one was true. I didn't want to believe her attitude was an act. That was my ego talking.
In some of our conversations of late, I became sure that she wanted to please me because she said I had given her so much in return. She said I had freed her to be who she always wanted to be. I had once commented on how her entire being was focused on the sheer pleasure and desire of fucking and getting fucked. She had this look that was wanton, lewd, sensuous and beautiful all at the same time. And then last night she wanted to show me "my passion face up close and personal" when we had sex. I couldn't help but remember how absolutely beautiful she looked when in the middle of it all and during her orgasms.
My original motives, having a sex slave to play with and use, was not quiet where I have ended up. I really liked everything about her, had become dependent on her in some ways, and found, as I lay there that evening, that I really cared about her. From strictly a business perspective, I wasn't sure what to do about that part. From a personal perspective I knew what I wanted. I wanted it to last - the companionship, the fun, and above all, the incredible sex.
She stirred slightly, and I stroked her air. She smiled, stirring in her sleep, and made a sound that resembled the purring of a kitten as she placed her arm around me and pulled herself as close to me as she could. There is nothing quite like the feel of a naked woman lying that close. I finally dozed off.