Authors' Notes: I have been in touch, via e-mail, with Peggy Sanford. I was honored and flattered when she wrote that she had read and enjoyed my stories. I was delighted when she invited me to continue writing about her and her naughty adventures. During our back and forth, she told of an offer she had received from a lawyer from a nearby town. The lawyer wanted to hire her as his "very personal assistant." One of her duties would be to take care of his "endless" need for white pussy. Oh did I mention that he is black. She would also be required to take care of his clients as needed.
Peggy thought it could make for a very hot story. I whole heartedly agreed. This series of stories will concentrate on Peggy's adventures as she fulfills her duties as a "very personal assistant" to this very handsome alpha male.
As always I hope you enjoy this and appreciate any comments and suggestions you may have.
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Peggy's New Job: Part One, The Interview
My hands were trembling as I opened the e-mail from Gail. It contained a special secure access code that allowed me to discretely apply on line and make an appointment for a very special interview. As I filled out the application, some of the conditions of employment really caught my eye. One was that I would be required to wear heels, 4 inch or higher, and dress in a revealing and risqué way in order to please not only the boss but also his demanding clients. I really didn't have a problem with that, it's the way I like to dress anyway. Another condition was, if needed, I would be required to spend the evening with a client or clients if he or they desired. It didn't say what I would be required to do, but my imagination ran wild with the possibilities. I couldn't believe such outlandish sexist conditions were actually on the application, but just the thought of doing something like this, and for a black man, had me on the edge of an incredible orgasm.
You may ask why I would apply for such a job. To answer that question I need to explain a little about myself. My name is Peggy Sanford. I am a white, 46 year old, wife and mother of two college age children. My job as a claims adjuster at a major insurance company had recently been eliminated in a company-wide reorganization. I really don't need a new job. My husband is wealthy. He sold his business for a bundle so we could easily live off the profits. There's one big problem with me just staying home with my husband. He is much older than me and when he became ill a few years ago, he lost all interest in sex. I'm the exact opposite, sex is an obsession for me, it's all I think or dream about. I've been told by numerous lovers that I'm insatiable, I don't know, they may be right. When I was working, I could travel around the country and satisfy my inexhaustible sexual desires with similar minded men, women or groups in the various cities that I visited.
I've never had any problems finding lovers. I've been told numerous times, even at age 46, that I am still a beautiful woman and that I don't look my age. I have long brown hair, green eyes and a shapely 5'3" 103 pound body. My figure is still 36c x 23 x 36, same as when I was a flight attendant over 20 years ago. But my best asset is what lies below the flat area of my tummy, my pussy. My lips and clitoris are slightly larger than most women's. The larger size allows for heightened sexual nerve endings which helps explain why I'm so easily aroused. Just thinking about a big dick or a juicy pussy gets me wet and ready for sex. This peculiarity is also compounded by another medical condition I have, PGAD or Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder. It's not an STD. Once I become aroused, it's difficult, if next to impossible for me to be completely satisfied. No number or intensity of orgasms is ever enough for me. I crave more or more. I've push myself or have had lovers push me to the point where I've passed out trying to quell these endless desires.
My obsession with sex started soon after I was married to love of my life, my first husband. He had this special fantasy. He wanted to put ads in swinger magazines and have me date, actually fuck other men. Then he wanted me to come home and tell him all about it while we fucked like crazy. He was an amazing lover. We did this for more than three years, two, three, sometimes four dates a week. The dating stopped when I got a job as a flight attendant. I just didn't have the time, but it didn't stop the extra sex. I found out that some of the other flight attendants were doing escort work on their layovers and they invited me to join them. It was a win-win for my husband and me, sex stories I could tell my husband about as we fucked, some extra cash for the both of us and lots of wild sex for me. Sadly, a few years later my husband was killed in a car crash. With a couple of kids, I needed to keep flying. Since I needed the extra money and since I really needed the sex, I kept escorting.
A few years later I met and married my second husband. I love him but with my voracious appetite for sex there's no way he, let alone any single person, could satisfy me. Also I knew he wouldn't approve of my extracurricular activities so I've had to kept them secret. Like I said earlier, I'm obsessed with sex, so I kept flying and escorting on layovers until the airline went bankrupt. I started working for the insurance company for the same reasons. It was during this time that I fucked my first black man and I've been hooked ever since. I have lovers of all races but I have a certain weakness for black men that I can't understand or control. I especially love aggressive black men who consider fucking an attractive married white woman to be the ultimate trophy to be collected. I just can't say no to one of them.
I was home for just a few weeks after getting laid off and going up a wall without a release for my sexual frustrations, when a female friend, Gail, told me about a handsome lawyer who was looking for a personal assistant. Gail was another married white woman who was fucking black men on the side, whenever she could. Like me she kept her husband in the dark. She said this lawyer was specifically searching for an attractive mature married white woman. His office was in an all-black area of the city and he specialized exclusively in counseling successful black businesses. She told me that she knew, from personal experience, that this lawyer had an "endless" need for white pussy, and she was sure his clients did too.
I completed the application on line and made an appointment for the interview. I knew other women would be hunting for this job so I decided to dress in a way that would make this prospective boss interested in more than just my qualifications. I wanted this job and planned on doing whatever it would take to get it.
I introduced myself to the girl at the desk. She was a beautiful, black female receptionist, half my age named Jasmine. She looked me over and then smiled but it was a deceptive almost wicked smile, before I was escorted into the boss's office for the interview.
The lawyer was standing behind his large desk when I entered the room. His name was Robert R Powell. He was very handsome, tall and powerfully built. He stared at me for a minute before he spoke and it unnerved me. I had never been looked at quite like this, and with such obvious lustful intent. It was not just that he undressed me with his eyes. He seemed to know all about me, my wants and needs the minute our eyes met. I consider myself a fairly sophisticated, worldly woman but this was quite unsettling. He seemed to bring out, the most perverted and nasty thoughts of sex, in me. Only a few moments after we met, I knew I would do anything, and I mean anything to be with and please this man.
He pointed to a chair in front of his desk and told me to sit. As he conducted my interview I noticed that he was well spoken and obviously well educated, but there was something else about him, a darker appeal that would attract many women. He seemed like the kind of man that mothers would tell their daughters not to date, as bad things would surely befall any woman who did.
"Well your resume and other... attributes, are excellent," He said as he stood up and looked my body over once again.
"Now I assume you want the job. Do you understand what it entails, what your extra duties will be and are you prepared to do what is expected?" He asked.
"Um yes, yes, I think I know what's expected," I hesitantly answered.
"Now Peggy, you're a beautiful, mature, experienced woman and if you know Gail, I'm sure you know what duties are expected. Are you prepared to willingly fulfill them?" He asked in stern almost commanding voice.
