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Julia Finds a Secretary
By
Jan
I grew up in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas, Plano to be exact. My name is Julia Boulder, and I was a typical blonde headed, blue eyed mix of Irish and Scot descent. I have to admit that I had to wear glasses by the time I was twenty. My father was an executive in the oil industry.
As I grew up I generally led the life of a spoiled young girl: member of my high school and college cheerleader squads, and popular clubs, but was still smart enough to earn a masters degree in business. My family gave me a large wedding when I got married to the man of my dreams, thinking that all was going to go very well according to expectations with their promising young girl.
My husband and I were both very ambitious, and we maliciously worked our way up the corporate ladders of our respective businesses until we were both executives in upper management. Neither of us was concerned about having a family with children yet. I had remained on the pill to prevent an unwanted pregnancy from interrupting my career. Thanks to the pill we enjoyed a fulfilling sex life. At least that was what I thought.
Time passed and before I knew it I was 43. About that time I accidently I found out that my husband was having an affair with another woman. As I looked a bit deeper into his activities, I learned that his business trips were primarily opportunities for him to shack up with a younger woman.
It was a devastating blow, obviously, and I went through the typical phases of anger and self- recrimination, and eventually resolved to end the marriage. Luckily my company, Crayton Ltd, is very understanding about my situation, and they even paid, and still pays, for my rent in a luxurious downtown condominium.
The only thing that eventually made my life uncomfortable was the lack of a sexual outlet. If nothing else my ex-husband had been good in bed. With each passing day I became increasingly more sexually frustrated. I was in no hurry to get involved with another man though. Somehow I was still in the rosy fantasy that someplace out there was my very own mister right. So at first I tried to satisfy my lust with masturbation, but that turned out to be was unsatisfactory.
About that time my personal secretary resigned to become a stay at home mother, to raise her newborn daughter. So, I had to start looking for a new secretary. I quickly went through the secretary pool, but none of the ones coming up were capable of being my secretary. I was forced to advertise in the trade papers for an 'Executive Secretary,' with the qualifications I needed.
I had never experimented with lesbian sex before, but some of the women I interviewed more or less openly flirted with me. One evening, while having a Scotch and mineral water in a cocktail lounge near my condo, a very good looking woman approached me. I assumed that she was about thirty years old. She struck up a conversation with me, and after a few drinks she begged me to accompany her to her place. As she did, she seductively placed her hand on my thigh. It was obvious what she wanted. I had to think about it for a little while, but finally I decided to accept.
We made our way to her apartment. When we came to her place I realized what a dark haired beauty she actually was. She offered me another drink, and it didn't take long before we got around to doing something more, with her starting to hug and kiss me. The woman surprised me by admitting that she was a genuine submissive, and most of all wanted to assume the role as my sex slave. She said as openly and matter-of-factly as though she was going to do my shopping for me. With my experience as an executive, and my natural pre-disposition to be in charge, I found that it was in fact quite natural for me to assume the dominant role in sexual acts. I actually had her perform a decent striptease in front of me before allowing her to suck my tits, before she was allowed to getting down on her knees to eat my pussy. There was no thought of me reciprocating. It felt kind of natural to be on the receiving end, and sensing that she felt more than happy to be the one providing all of the pleasure. Afterward I got dressed and went home, satisfied in more ways than one..
For quite a while after that I had a lot to think about. It had been exceptionally gratifying to take the role of the dominant bitch. Consequently, keeping in mind what I was looking for, it was very easy for me to take the next step, and place an ad in a lesbian erotica newspaper. It stated that I was looking for a professional executive secretary willing to be a submissive sexual surrogate. If the applicant proved to be a qualified executive secretary the salary would be commensurate.
I didn't actually expect to have much response from the ad. After all, Dallas isn't known as a hot bed of lesbian activity, I reasoned to myself, at least not very many of the beautiful and charming kind. So, I was pleasantly amazed by the number of responses my ad actually received.
I promptly set about interviewing some of them for the job. Of course I preferred the young, good looking ones to come demonstrate their secretary skills. Of all of the applicants only five of them were proficient secretaries. That was still more than what I had hoped for. I couldn't wait to run through the second round of interviews. I made it plain to them that they would be conducted at my condo.
It was very exciting to have these young women come up to my apartment, and greet them at my front door wearing nothing but thigh high leather boots with five inch steel shank heels. Their reaction was to be obviously thrilled, to say the least, and I could almost hear their hearts thumping in their chests as I led them to the room overlooking the golf course, where, I assumed a regal posture in a high backed leather chairs. I almost surprised myself by how gratifying it was to be in complete control of the situation. I had each one of them suck my breasts before proceeding to kneel down between my legs and eat my overheated pussy. I found the interviews very gratifying, and I had thunderous orgasms in their mouths before they were done.
After they left I would make critical evaluations about each girl's skill as a secretary and as a sexual partner. I eliminated them one by one until I selected a 21-year-old, named Sarah. She was an excellent secretary, first and foremost, but she was also a very erotic looking sexual thing. I learned that she was a mix of French and Vietnamese. Her family had fled Vietnam when the U.S. pulled out in 1975. They were among the people that were known as the boat people, because they fled the country in anything that floated, and had to be rescued at high sea. Her family eventually settled in Houston and became shrimp fishermen. The family struggled to put their granddaughter, named Sarah, through school, through hard work they managed to see her through.
She was a slender beauty, with long slick black hair, and big brown eyes. She had a strong oriental look, but she had enough French blood in her veins to make her eyes and nose more of a classic dark European beauty. I found her to be more than willing to learn all of the arts of oral service to a proper lady, without expecting reciprocation, as I had requested.
I informed her that she would be my personal assistant, in both professional and private matters, and when I went on to inform her what she would be paid, she was overwhelmed. She really couldn't thank me enough. I assured her that if she did as well as I expected from her, she would earn every penny. I set her up in small apartment in my condominium building, just for the sake of appearances.
At work her office was just outside my office, of course. I soon developed a habit of going to work without underwear, just so that I could call her into my office and have her slip under my desk to suck my pussy anytime I needed a release. She knew that anytime she was summoned to my office, to have a pool secretary to take her replace at her desk, it was to ensure that no one could barge in on us while I was setting back, getting my pussy expertly eaten.
Her duties certainly didn't stop at the end of the workday. When we got home, she actually spent very little time in her own apartment. Her duties included undressing me and bathing me. We ate out a lot, but sometimes she cooked dinner for us in my apartment. On the occasions when I was required to spend nights in hotels on business, I made sure my personal assistant was always with me. If I wasn't planning on an evening out, she would entertain me anyway I liked.
A typical evening often started with me selecting something erotic to wear, like a leather pushup merry widow corset with suspenders to hold up dark nylons. (I think fishnet nylons look too fucking cheap.) If I'm wearing nylons, I wouldn't think of wearing boots. Black patent-leather pointed toe pumps are called for. There is something about having my ample breasts held up without inhibiting my nipples.
Sarah is such a dear. She washes the dishes before joining me in my bedroom. Clothes for her were optional as far as I was concerned. The French maid uniform was always fun, and looked especially great on her dark features, but seeing her stark naked was just as good.
Like most Oriental women she had an aversion to getting suntanned. In their culture being suntanned is typically a sign of being a common laborer. Just the same her skin was a flawless Oriental shade of brown all over. Her smart little breasts were capped with small brown areolas with pointed little nipples that didn't need a bra to hold them up. As slim as she was, nature or good breeding had given her wide, delightful hips. When she held her legs together, you could still see daylight shining between her thighs. Like so many other women of Oriental erigin, her pubic hair was straight and as black as her raven hair. All of it pointed in the direction of her brown lipped cunt. Just looking at her naked body was enough to make me horny.
If I was in a particularly bitchy mood, I would have her lie on the day lounge in my bedroom, so that I could straddle her head. I really enjoyed face sitting her. Oxygen deprivation was a real turn-on for both of us. She turned out to be a natural at using her tongue on my pussy and asshole to give me immense pleasure. It would always end with her bringing me to a shattering orgasm by eating my pussy.
As I learned more about being a dominatrix, I found many new ways that added to the thrill of dominating a sexy submissive young lady. I found it very gratifying to piss on her, and make her drink my piss before allowing her to bathe me. Again, having that much control of a girl was a real power trip for me.
Just the same I kept diluting myself for a long time, convincing myself that I was looking for Mr. Right.
The longer we were together the more Sarah became attached to me. There seemed to be no limits to what she would do to please me. One night after bringing me to a mind blowing orgasm she professed, "Julia, I love you more than anything in this world!"
I was stunned for a moment, because I had never expected anything more than a professional attitude from her.
No male would ever provide the sexual graduation that Sarah gave me, but I couldn't say that I loved her. The realization shocked me for a short time.
When I recovered from the realization that Sarah loved me, I had to decide if I wanted to live with that, or replace her with a new secretary.
Dallas, Texas is such a red neck bastion of the good old boys club. If they had their way women would be nothing but chattel of their husbands. In Texas until the last quarter of the last century if a man killed his wife for infidelity it was justifiable homicide, but if a wife killed her husband for the same thing she would be charged with homicide.
There was the possibility that I could lose my job if it became common knowledge that I was fucking my executive secretary, and I'm sure that there was some sort of law that would allow the local prosecutor to charge me with being a sexual deviate. Just the same I couldn't bring myself to end the relationship before making sure she wouldn't blow the whistle on me.
Even though I had never thought of myself as a lesbian, because I didn't perform any sexual act on Sarah, I came to realize that it would look like I was. I had to find a way to solve the problem. The first thing was to convince Sarah that it would be impossible for her to continue working for me at the office. She was an excellent secretary, so it was no problem to transfer her to another executive.
I advertised for a new executive secretary. Only this time I picked a more mature woman that had no interest in a personal relationship beyond servicing my needs.
I did eventually come to grips with the fact that I was a lesbian though. I would have thought the smell of a warm pussy would have repulsed me, but in fact it excited me beyond my wildest dreams. I was fascinated with all of the ways to make a woman cum. Just the same I never moved another secretary into my building.
I met other dominatrix's and learned how to control my submissive girls. I even bought myself a dildo and a harness that I could either hand hold to fuck them or strap it on to fuck them. Every time I have to travel on business, I bring along a dutiful submissive. It is practically a dominatrix wet dream for me to party with a submissive girl in my hotel room. As I became more comfortable with my position of power within the company I became less concerned about anyone figuring out my relationship with my executive secretaries.
It was common knowledge in the secretary pool that when one of their members had to relive my secretary, they were servicing me. I'm sure that the board was aware of what was going on, but as long as I kept making them money they were willing to turn a blind eye to my behavior.
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