My Father's Secretary

"It's driving me crazy."

"What is, Ma?"

"Your father having such a sexy young secretary. I know she's very good at the job, but I can't help but wonder whether she's a temptation he can't resist."

"First, I don't know that she'd want to tempt Dad. Second, I don't think Dad would fool around at work. Too much risk of screwing up a good thing. Sadie would be hard to replace if it ended badly. Not to mention the risk of an HR complaint. Dad has never had it so good, and I don't see him spoiling it."

"Sure, but he's the big boss. He knows how to silence an HR complaint. She is so sexy, I know that if I was a man I wouldn't be able to resist. Heck, I'm a woman and I'm halfway tempted to give her a taste."

THAT got my attention for sure. I had never known my mother to show any bi tendencies. Her obsession about Sadie was serious.

"How about I ask her out and see if I can tell whether she's more interested in a guy Dad's age. She's only in her early twenties, so she is just a few years older than me."

"She might think that just turned twenty-one is too young, but I suppose that is worth a try."

Which is how I ended up sitting at a table for two in the best restaurant in town with Sadie, my father's sexy secretary. Frankly, despite my bravado with my mother, I was a bit surprised she had said 'yes'. A hot tamale like Sadie was bound to have a boyfriend, or three.

Maybe she thought saying 'no' would upset my Dad. It was no secret that he and I were close. I was training at school to take over the business from him and spent my spare time interning at his office. Occasionally, I tore my attention away from ogling Sadie and did real work.

Sadie was dressed as if it was a real date, wearing four-inch stiletto heels, sheer black stockings, a red skirt six inches above her knee, top cut just low enough to show her cleavage and hint that she might not be wearing a bra. It was hard not to stare to see if her headlights were on.

But I behaved myself, not even drooling when she uncrossed and crossed her legs with a whisper of silk.

I had booked us the chef's table, tucked neatly in a dark corner just off the kitchen. It featured a tasting menu of current highlights, served as a succession of small dishes. A different wine would be featured with each.

"Are you even old enough to drink, Andy?" Sadie joked. At least I hope she was joking. My exact age wasn't something I advertised around the office, but it was clear that I was a college junior. As an intern, I was teased by a lot of the staff, treated like a kid. Which was really too bad, because unlike my father, I'd be quite happy to take a dip in the secretarial pool.

Dinner proceeded smoothly. The waiter was virtually silent, other than brief descriptions of each course, and the wine pairing. Halfway through, the chef himself brought out the centerpiece of the menu, a paper-thin slice of duck breast that had just been touched by heat enough to turn the orange sauce into a glaze, served on a bed of exotic Asian vegetables.

Sadie ate with gusto but moved daintily. She sipped at each wine but showed no effects of the alcohol. As dinner progressed, she focused her gaze more intensely on me and started to gently tease me.

"it's very bold of you, inviting me for dinner, Andy. I have to admit that part of the reason I accepted was just to find out if you had an agenda. I hope that you're not hoping to get lucky. I'm not that kind of girl," she giggled, "at least not on the first date."

I swallowed the temptation to ask her whether or not her lunches with my father counted as dates. If so, they were well past first date stage. My mind wandered, wondering where my father would fuck her, if in fact they had seduced one another. Her apartment? A hotel room? Dad's car? Or on top of his gigantic office desk? I had often fantasized myself about lifting Sadie up onto that desk, skirt around her waist, legs spread wide and giving her a good fucking.

"Earth to Andy. Where did your mind go?"

Apparently, I was fantasizing again during dinner.

"Just thinking about the risks and rewards of dipping into the secretarial pool."

She had opened the topic of sex. Now my task was to investigate whether that involved my father.

"And what did you decide?"

"That I could get away with it if I wasn't an intern, and thus untouchable to all the women because I'm too young, but that my father could get in a lot of trouble."

There. I'd baited the hook. Now to see if Sadie bit.

Which thought made my brain dissolve from images of Sadie nibbling my ear, licking down my neck, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, trailing down my torso until she swirled her tongue in my navel. I managed to stop the fantasy before it got too detailed about just what her hands might be busy doing below my waist. My mission was to detect whether my father was unfaithful, not to dive into a pool of lust myself. My cock did not quite get that. It was engorged and throbbing. My balls were tight to my groin.

"I'm not a Daddy's girl," I heard Sadie say through the fog. " I like my men young and lusty."

My arm wanted to pop up and my mouth wanted to shout, "That's me, pick me."

But maybe she was just teasing.

Somehow, I made it to dessert without blowing my wad. Instead of some concoction of confectionary delight, dessert was a simple scoop of sherbet, "a palate cleanser" said the waiter as he poured the dessert wine, a Moscadello from Tuscany.

By this point, I did not care whether Sadie was fucking my father; I just wanted her to fuck me. I briefly felt disloyal to my mother, but my lust won out. Now I just had to achieve this goal.

As she sipped the last of her wine, Sadie said, "Thank you for asking me out to dinner, but I have to wonder why."

Obviously, I could not tell her the real reason, but I also did not want to come across as some lust filled pig, even if I was. Lust filled, anyway. Truth be told, that was not why I had invited her to dinner anyway.

"I just wanted to get to know you better."

"That's sweet."

I felt the warmth in my cheeks as I blushed.

Sadie reached across the table and caressed the back of my hand with her fingertips. I rolled my wrist and grasped her hand. She did not pull back.

"Take me home."

We had enough to drink so I called a ride share. We tumbled into the back of the vehicle, laughing. Sadie's skirt pulled up around her waist, exposing lacy red panties. She did not seem to care.

Sadie took the initiative, draping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me in for our first kiss. Her free hand found my lap and caressed my aching cock through the fabric of my pants. The heat of her body made my blood race.

Our mouths met. Lips pressed together; her tongue pressed past my teeth to reach into my cheeks. I did my best to reciprocate, cupping the back of her neck and holding our mouths together. Her body pressed against mine, rock hard nipples on bountiful breasts threatening to pierce my chest.

Meanwhile, her hand was busy, fumbling with my belt and then tugging my zipper. As soon as it was released, my cock surged to fullness, poking out of my underwear.

We continued to kiss as Sadie wrapped her hand around my girth. My hands found the sides of her panties and gave them a tug down.

Sadie leaned into me, the weight of her body forcing me back, my shoulders falling against the car door. She wriggled her body until her head was in my lap. Taking my entire cock in her mouth, Sadie seemed anxious to please me.

I caressed her hair and shoulders, encouraging her as she bathed my shaft in spittle, then licked it clean. Sadie's small hand then grasped my length, her tongue flicking across the slit in my tip.

The driver must have been enjoying the show, because he coasted to a stop, but did nothing to disturb us. I thought I heard his zipper open and imagined the fun he could have jerking off watching us in the rearview mirror. The idea added excitement to my enjoyment.

My attention returned to Sadie, focusing on the vacuum created when her lips enveloped my bulging helmet. At the same time, she played with my balls.

Sadie licked all around the head of my swollen member before slowly letting her tongue explore all the way down one side of my shaft then up the other. She paused at the bottom of that journey to clamp her fingers tightly around my root, forming a fleshy cock ring. In spite of this, a bit of precum was leaking out, which she quickly swallowed. I could feel that my balls were drawn up tight to my taint, begging for release.

This led to the usual male reaction of rapidly dancing sperm trying to escape up my shaft. Sadie was too busy deep throating my prick to comment. She was so skillful- she did not touch the silky outer flesh on the way down and followed that by pistoning up and down my engorged organ, still holding it tightly at the root.

She paused, looked up at me, lifted her mouth and said, "I'm almost ready to come just from sucking you, and I can tell that you are ready. Let's try to climax simultaneously."

I nodded my agreement and imagined the driver doing the same.

Sadie stuck her tongue in my slit, capturing a pearl of seepage that she teasingly displayed to me. "Just about ready," she breathed.

Her body began quivering, and then shuddering, her climax beginning. She released my root and great gobs of goo gushed up. Sadie swallowed every single spurt of seed.

Our spasms subsided simultaneously, and she once again looked me in the eye.

"I want you to fuck me right here right now. I need your splendid cock inside of me."

We both ignored the moan from the front seat.

Sadie pushed the scrap of fabric covering her quim aside and scrambled up onto my lap, leaving me leaning back against the door, trapped against the back seat. She did not pause at all before she slid her velvety glove over my still erect lance.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me hard."

I did my best to obey, bucking my hips up off the seat. Sadie leaned in to give me a deep tongue twisting kiss, her arms crossing behind my neck. Her nipples scraped along my chest as she rode me. Her vaginal muscles were obviously well trained, because they managed to alternate smoothly between milking me and allowing me to piston deep within her pussy.

Sadie nibbled my ear and licked my cheek, teasing my nose with the tip of her tongue. This unexpected diversion just made me pulse harder. It was fortunate that I had just shot out my seed, because but for that I would have cum again almost immediately. Instead, I had the time to gently ease a hand between our bodies and find Sadie's clit, bobbling her pearl in tempo with her rhythm of bouncing up and down.

My littlest finger teased the opening just below her clit as two other fingers made that pearl dance, tweaking it in a gentle circular motion.

A noise from the front seat caught me attention, but did not distract Sadie. I found my eyes locked on the face of our driver, who made no apology for watching our show. I could see his shoulder moving up and down rhythmically, leaving no doubt what his hand was doing.

"That's it man, fuck her hard," he whispered. Sadie seemed not to hear as she began moaning loudly. Her labia were quivering against my touch. She was slamming harder and harder against my lap. Her body quivered again, and I felt the beginning of what would prove to be a chain of orgasms, beginning softly and increasing in intensity. Once again, I was glad that I had come already, so that my climax was delayed until she rode out her pleasure.

"I don't want this to end. " Sadie spoke into my ear just before nibbling my lobe. Her loins spoke the same message to my cock. Her hips began to rotate, adding a new sensation to the sex.

Sadie's tongue licked my neck, and she tugged at the flesh with her teeth. I was relatively unexperienced sexually, and had to wonder how hard she could bite without doing permanent damage.

Was she a vampire? Would she turn me? If she was, I hoped so, because she was not the only one with hunger to see this fucking continue.

I began to thumb Sadie's nipples, which made her coo with pleasure. Her fingers twisted in my hair so vigorously that I thought she might leave me bald. But I didn't care. This was all about riding out her seemingly endless orgasm.

Her muscles continued to squeeze my cock as she rode me.

"Come, you bastard, come," she gasped. "Fill me with your baby butter."

Sadie ran a hand down my flank, along my hip, and under my butt. She used that hand to urge me to fuck her even deeper. I was so entranced that I did not even suspect her real agenda until I felt one of her fingers slide into my anal cleavage. That digit teased open my rosebud, stiffening my spine and narrowing my focus to the sensations I was sharing with her. She penetrated my anus and plunged deep until she located my prostate. All it took was a teeny touch and I exploded, obeying Sadie's desire.

That triggered Sadie's deepest orgasm of the night. She arched her back and howled like a wolf. We heard the driver chuckle just before he grunted, suggesting that he too had popped his cork.

Sadie locked her lips to mine and stuck her tongue down my throat.

When she came up for air, I began to speak but she stopped me with a finger on my lips.

"Shhh. Don't say I word. I'm going to have the driver drop me at my apartment, then take you home."

I guess my disappointment was obvious on my face because she continued.

"If you behave like a good boy, tomorrow night after hours I'll sneak you into the office and let you fuck me on my desk."

That brought me back to reality, as I wondered whether she fucked my father on her desk, or his. Those thoughts were brief however, because she spoke more.

"And if you are really lucky, I'll let you fuck my ass." That made me sigh. I had never fucked a woman's ass before, and I suspected that Sadie would be nice and tight.

The driver did as he was told by Sadie, not saying one word on the journey about what had happened in the back seat of his car, or his self-pleasuring in the front seat.

When I got home, my parents were already asleep, so I proceeded to my room without seeing my father and without having to report about my date with Sadie to my mother.

I never did find out whether Sadie had fucked my father, but the next day I told my mother that I was certain that Dad was faithful. Sadie and I fucked in every way imaginable the rest of the summer, until I left for school. By the time I returned, Sadie had moved away. To this day, when I am horny and need release, my father's secretary is who I think about.