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Desktopping

Another Story of Office Erotica

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Desktopping

Another Story of Office Erotica

M. St. Goar

Royal Cherry

Desktopping : Another Story of Office Erotica. Copyright 2012 by M. St. Goar .

Published by Royal Cherry, an imprint of New Tradition Books.

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eBook ISBN13: 978-0-9845418-8-1

eBook ISBN10: 0-9845418-8-8

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Desktopping

Lets just face facts. I suck as a secretary.

Its okay. I know it and I dont really have a problem with that. After all, working has never really been my thing. But that doesnt change the fact I really like my job. No, I more than like it. I love it.

You heard me right, I love my job. I love my boss, too. And yes, hes quite aware how incompetent I am as a secretary.

But thats not to say that I dont have other talents. Thats probably why the other girls in the office hate me. But I dont care; my boss has nothing but nice things to say about what I do. Except for the clerical parts, that is.

But then again, what boss would complain about a secretary who actually looks forward to fucking him?

* * * * *

When I first got the job, I had just broken up with my boyfriend and needed to get work fast. He had been paying for everything until one day, he decided that he was tired of being in a relationship and kicked my ass out. I didnt know what to do. We were together for years and I hadnt worked since I had moved in with him. He had wanted me to quit my job as a hostess/model because he said that he wanted me to be free to go places and do stuff with him and didnt need my job getting in the way. He had a lot of money so I was more than happy to oblige, but when he decided it was over, I was kind of left hanging and needed to find employment immediately. It didnt help that I didnt really know how to do anything and it was the off-season which meant there werent any boat shows or events at the convention center. So, I looked in the paper and saw a classified ad for a company wanting an Administrative Assistant. I circled it and got an interview.

At this point, youre probably wondering if I was heartbroken when my boyfriend kicked me out. Well, not really. I mean I missed him taking care of me, but all in all, he was a real asshole. So, no.

* * * * *

I wasnt really sure about this job thing, so I made sure that I was dressed to thrill for the interview. I stuffed my breasts into my best bra so my most tasteful low-cut top would show my most prized assets off in the best way possible. I also wore my most business-like short skirt along with six inch fuck-me pumps and hoped for the best. I have to admit that dressing up like that in public always makes me horny and I was hoping that I would put out this vibe for the interviewer. I only hoped that it was a man. And if was a woman, I was hoping that she would be open for experimentation. Oh, dont laugh. You would be surprised at how many women are.

The interview was a man, so, of course I got the job.

When I walked into that office, I took one look at the boss, with his dark tailored suit and nicely worked out body and knew that I wouldnt have any problem at all doing what it took to get the job. That is, if I was so propositioned. And if I wasnt, I would do my best to make sure that I was open to anything he might have in mind.

But he made that part easy on me. He took one look at me, with my breasts on display, and realized that regardless of whether or not I could take shorthand, I would be a good fit for the company. I was already so horny by the time I made it into his office, my nipples were practically bursting through my top. And I couldnt help but lick my lips when I set eyes on his chiseled jaw line and big shoulders. It only took about five minutes before he had me bent over his Herman Miller desk and panting like a dog. My panties dropped fast and we didnt waste time with the foreplay. He had my skirt up over my ass and had his hand on my waxed pussy like it was his own person human interface device. He fucked me like he was already my boss and I was happy that he was able to take charge of me so fully. He took me and rode me while I writhed against him, enjoying every inch of him inside me. I couldnt help but orgasm hard as he pumped me. He kept fucking me and when I felt that he had had enough, I got down and finished him off with my mouth. After he came, he told me I was hired. In his haste, however, he had overlooked my lack of job skills. But then again, After all that, Im sure he figured I was experienced enough.

Obviously, in the beginning, he expected me to be able to do all the stuff normally associated with a secretarial job and, in the beginning, I really gave it my best effort. However, I was just hopeless. I just sucked at everything. I could barely type and I couldnt file for shit. The only thing I was really good at, besides screwing the boss, I mean, was forging his signature and getting him out of meetings. I was also good at helping avoid outside salesman. He said that this was good enough for him and, as for the other stuff related to the job, thats what the clerks were for.

I agreed completely. Besides, the only reason he hired me was so that I would have sex with him and I figured why should I bother with all that other stuff. I mean, wasnt fucking him enough? Even though he was a very good-looking man, thats more than he would have gotten out of most secretaries.

It didnt take long for everyone to start to get suspicious as to the special nature of our supervisor/employee relationship. They didnt know anything for sure because we were really discreet with it, but it was fairly obvious from looking at us what was going on. I mean, he was this hot, chiseled hunk and I definitely hadnt let myself go so it was pretty obvious that, in any real world situation, we would be hooking up. The fact that he had suggested that I continue to wear revealing clothing didnt help things. Of course, I didnt advertise that he also told me to stop wearing underwear so that our screw sessions more efficient. Otherwise, they really would have been on to something.

Naturally, people began to get resentful. Especially the other girls in the office when they had to start taking on my clerical and secretarial duties. They began snickering behind my back and said that my specialty was desktopping . In other words, having sex on a desk. It didnt bother me. It was true. They were just jealous that they didnt get to screw the boss.

* * * * *

It was just a wonderful work relationship and I was enjoying every minute of it. I was getting paid to get laid and while some women would look at that as a form of prostitution, I didnt. I just looked at it as an extension of my secretarial duties, which I did continue to perform, just not very well. I couldnt help it if I just wasnt very good at that part of the job.

So, we went along like this for a while until one day, things got turned up a notch. I was just getting ready to leave for the day when my boss called me into his office. Normally, I love getting called in there because I know it usually ends up with me bent over his desk and getting pounded from behind. Today, however, I was in a hurry to get out of there and catch the happy hour down at Mr. Joses. It had been a hectic week and half-price margaritas were the only thing on my mind.