The Exotic
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My job as a national accounts VP has me working in very close contact on a daily basis with my staff, which in itself is seldom a problem, with one exception. I have a very efficient executive assistant, Ms. Dee. She's a treasure as an assistant but there is an element to her personality that has always kept me at a safe distance from her. Dee is the prototypical "naughty secretary". She looks the part and she acts the part. And it has required all my professional restraint to resist being drawn in by her charms.

Recently, uncharacteristically, Ms. Dee failed to get a crucial project done during office hours, so I informed her that it was her responsibility to finish the report on her own time. However, the project could not be done without my input, so I was forced to agree when she asked me to come by her apartment to help her finish up the project. I was hesitant to accept as Ms. Dee has, on multiple occasions, shown an interest in me that I am sure was overtly sexual.

In adherence to company guidelines for proper employer/employee relations, I had gone out of my way to avoid being in a compromising situation with her though, I must admit, she was a constant distraction in the office, drawing my attention away from my work with her pretty face and a wardrobe that failed to hide a figure that could stop the rotation of the planet. To this point I'd avoided the temptation but I knew that this necessary work session at her apartment would test my resolve.

I was determined to avoid compromising my professional restraint, no matter how much she tempted me. We agreed on a forthcoming evening, a time and on a work agenda. On the night of the appointment, with some trepidation, I headed out with her directions in hand, she having left the office early, to "prepare for your visit", as she said.

I found her place easily enough, buzzed up and knocked on her apartment door. The door opened and my worst fears were realized. She looked tantalizing. A plain, but crisp, tailored white blouse, one open button too many, a tight, dark pencil skirt to just above her knees, black stockings (seamed I discovered when she turned around), and black, barely-there stilettos.

"Oh, Mr. James" she gushed, her blouse tightening as she took in a deep breath, "Please come in, I've been waiting for you!" I stepped into her small apartment, an inviting living room area with subdued lighting and a large couch being the area immediately in front of me. "Would you like something to drink? I'm having a little wine." "Sure", I answered, immediately realizing it was a mistake.

"Great, come this way." and she lead me into a little kitchenette, the kind where two people is a crowd. She opened the fridge, bent down from the waist for a bottle of white on the bottom shelf and I stopped breathing for a moment when my field of vision narrowed to her skirt, stretched tight across her heart-shaped ass, stretched so tight that I could make out the outline of garter belt straps running down the backs of her thighs to those little bumps where the garter snaps held up her stockings, little bumps sticking out of the material like erect nipples.

My eyes did a stroll down the backs of her legs, emphasized by the seams on her black stockings, running down to two perfectly sculpted, elegant feet, perched on top of four-inch stilettos that left all of her feet visible, save the little strap across the arch of her foot, just behind her tiny toes. I realized at that point that I was not going to put up much resistance, if any at all, to this sweet assault on my fortitude. She straightened up, bottle in hand, and faced me, only inches away. I could feel her heat. "Glasses" she said, and reached around me to the counter behind me, her breasts clearly pushing against my arm, looking sweetly into my eyes.

She clutched the bottle and glasses to her breasts and huskily whispered, "I'm set up over here" and led me to the couch in the living room, the papers for the project being spread out on the coffee table. She sat down, set the wine on the table, and patted the seat beside her. I sat down beside, knowing I was doomed, and surrendering to the delicious inevitability. "Why don't you pour, Mr. James?" I reached for the first glass and the bottle.

As I tipped it up I felt her hand rest on my thigh, just inches from where my cock was quickly awakening. "It's so nice to be here with you, just the two of us, working together". And her hand started to stroke my thigh, bringing my cock into a new growth phase. I handed her a glass which she took with her free hand, never stopping the stroking motion on my thigh, and I sipped a taste of the vintage. "Are you glad were together here alone Mr. James?" she cooed into my ear, her warm breath tickling me. I reached down and pulled her hand resting on my thigh forward, directly onto my now stiff cock. "Yes, Ms. Dee, I do think I'm pleased to be here with you. Is it obvious?" "Oh Mr. James, you're so big! Is that because of me?" "That's all your doing Ms. Dee".

I then took her wine glass and put both glasses on the coffee table, turned to her and took her face in my hands and started to kiss her. I opened my mouth to French kiss her but before I could start her tongue was into my mouth, pushing, licking, sucking. I took command, sucking hard on her tongue, until I had control, then I pushed into her mouth and she started gently licking and sucking my tongue like it was a cock. By now she was squeezing and rubbing my bulge. I reached for a blouse button, most of which were already undone and shortly had her ripe, full, firm breasts in my hands, my thumb and forefingers rubbing and pinching her nipples.

"Oh Mr. James!, Pinch them hard! I love that!" I bent to put my mouth on a nipple, sucking and biting one while I squeezed the other one hard. She was moaning now, out of control, our meeting resembling a freight train running down a track with no brakes, unstoppable. I moved a free hand to her thigh, up under her dress, my fingers brushing the tops of her stockings, tripping over her garter straps to her bare thigh. The only mystery at this point was whether or not she was wearing panties.

“Do you like my outfit Mr. James? I chose it just for you." "Yes, Ms. Dee, I particularly like your pretty shoes. May I look closer at them?" She slid to one end of the couch so she could rest one pretty stiletto-shod pied in my lap. I slid my hand from her thigh down to her ankle, caressing the curve of her knee and calf, until I cupped her elegant foot in my hand. She trembled as I caressed the arc of her arch, and when I bent to kiss the same spot she moaned. I rained kisses on her foot as gasps escaped her lips. I licked her entire foot including her toes, finally removing the shoe, briefly sucking on the heel of it as if it was a cock. I then asked her if she wished to remove her stocking. "Yes Mr. James, anything, please!" she pleaded. She twisted to one side on the couch to reach around the back of her thigh and undid the back garter snap, revealing a gorgeous bit of bare milky buttock before turning back and, modestly, pulling the front of her skirt up just enough to undo the front snap.

She had carelessly forgotten to wear panties. I reached out with both hands to the stocking top and slid it down, caressing the entire length of her leg as I did, finally setting the hose aside and cupping her now bare foot in my lap. I unzipped my fly, released my hard cock and balls, then took her foot again in my one hand, and with the other I massaged her graceful pied with the head of my cock. She was moaning. I then put my hand under her sole, lifted her foot to my mouth and proceeded to kiss and lick and nibble the underside, the heel, the arch, finally arriving at the five little cockettes, lined up so perfectly, nesting against each other, each one perfectly manicured and painted and awaiting my adoration.

I devoted all my energies, all my affection to showering each one with oral caresses, kisses, licks and sucks, tonguing enthusiastically in the spaces in between each, finally performing oral sex on the largest cockette exactly as one would on a hard, rigid cock. I paused and looked at Ms. Dee. She was in ecstasy; her head rolled back, her eyes half closed, hooded.

I gave the arch of her foot one lingering kiss and said "Now I want to watch you put your stocking and high heel back on for me." She sat up, arched her leg and took the stocking, expertly sliding it on her foot and up her leg, pulling up her skirt just enough to do up the front snap, then reaching down, pulling on the high heel and then, standing, turning her back to me. She raised her skirt at the back and did up the back snap, then worked at straightening the seam, finally running her hand up and down her leg in a final sensuous gesture.

With her back to me she said "Do you want to see more?" "Yes." She raised the skirt slowly to her waist until I was confronted with her bare alabaster ass, heart-shaped, cleaved only by the passage that led down the middle to what I'm sure was heaven. "You can kiss me there if you want." I rained kisses and licks on her generous, voluptuous ass, licking, kissing, biting, squeezing. After a few seconds she stepped just out of reach, looked back at me over her shoulder and said, "Do you want me to turn around?" "Yes." She turned and stepped closer to me in one move. Immediately in front of my face was a spectacular sight.

Her impressive eight inch circumcised cock, its swollen glans, glistening bright red, was inches from my mouth. "Do you think my girlie-cock is pretty?" she inquired. "Do you want to kiss it?" And she brushed her cockhead across my lips. I reached up, took the thick shaft in my hand and opened my mouth. She put her hand on my head and immediately and aggressively pushed her cock deep into my mouth, forcing it all the way to the back of my throat. "Oh please Mr. James, suck me! It feels so good!" And I proceeded to do just that, sucking and licking the head and shaft, pushing my tongue into her urethra, stroking her foreskin up and down as I worked. She encouraged me with little vocalizations, "Yes, yes, so good, oh!"

After a few minutes I released her, told her to remove her dress and blouse and sit down on the couch. I stood and faced her, and she grasped the shaft of my cock and proceeded to massage her breasts and nipples with my cockhead, eventually imprisoning my length between her breasts while I simulated a fucking motion, with her licking my glans on each upstroke.

I then pushed her back on the couch, spread her legs and pushed them up in the air, giving me unrestricted access to her smooth, full balls, her perfect perineum and her little rosebud, its pink petals looking so ready to be kissed. I dropped to my knees and started licking her balls, then sucking them, then, consuming both in my mouth simultaneously while at the same time tickling her rosebud's petals and stroking her perineum with my fingertips. My tongue soon wandered south, first to her perineum, and finally to the centre of heaven itself, the closed petals of her pink, perfect rosebud. My fingers migrated north so that they were stroking the plains of her perineum while my palm massaged her swollen balls.

I kissed and licked that perfect little feature between her cheeks, pushing it with the tip of my tongue as she squirmed and moaned and sighed. I paused a moment to tell her I wanted to see her masturbate her cock and I wanted to see her cum for me. She willingly took shaft in her hand and began stroking the rock hard length and its bright red head.

I accelerated my tonguing of her flower, timing my licks to her cock strokes, and soon I felt her balls tightening under the massage of my palm and I could feel her start to orgasm. I left my duties with her rosebud to watch her sweet clear/white honey cum squirt from her cockhead onto her stomach. I immediately leaned forward and took her cockhead into my mouth, to catch the last spasms and spurts of honey. I sucked and sucked until every drop was mine, then I licked up the puddles on her stomach. "Oh, Mr. James, I loved that. You make me feel so good!" I kissed her rosebud, licked her perineum, gave her balls a kiss and took her softening cock in my mouth for one final suck.

Then I stood, facing her sitting on the couch and offered her my cock. She grasped it and proceeded to suck it like it was her life source. She soon had me close to orgasm, so I directed her to my balls, telling her to suck them while I finished off. A few strokes and I was pumping hot cum onto her upturned, proffered throat, so it could run down onto her tits and nipples. I used my cock like a paintbrush to paint her breasts. Then she grasped my cock by the shaft and devoured the head, licking and sucking the remaining cum from it. When it was clean I dropped to my knees and licked and sucked all the wet cum off her tits and nipples.

Finally, gorged, we sat back and surveyed our work. "Mr. James, you made me feel so good, so sexy! Was it fun for you?" "Yes Ms. Dee, I enjoyed it quite a bit. You're quite a woman." "But what about the project? It's supposed to be finished tomorrow!" "Don't worry about it Ms. Dee, I'll work something out. Your contribution to the department won't be measured by paperwork from now on." "Oh Mr. James, you're so sweet. Can we work on another project together soon?" "Ms Dee, I would say that yes, we'll be working together frequently from now on." "Oh, Mr. James!" "I believe we have a project scheduled for the end of the month. We'll need this kind of teamwork for it to be a success." "Yes Mr. James!"