Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Light Bond, Group Sex, Exhibitionism, Nudism, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Finally, at 52, one of my inventions takes off. I have a factory now, so I need a secretary, don't I? A sixteen-year-old wasn't supposed to apply, honestly! Okay well, not the first one at least...

I tried not to react too much as the next applicant came in. Girls don't like being stared at - especially ones that look like this girl.

She was far, far too young to be secretary to the boss of a company of course - sixteen is hardly more than a child really; fresh out of school and probably knowing nothing. Only a complete pervert would have given her an interview.

BUT ... somehow I'd been right - she was so beautiful I'd pay her to sit in a corner so I could look at her.

How I'd picked up that she might be like this, just from her application form, I wasn't sure. Perhaps subconsciously I'd guessed that a sixteen-year-old had to have some reason for thinking she might be in the running, when what I'd advertised for was a "capable, reliable secretary / p.a."?

In my mind's eye I was advertising for a thirty-year-old, perhaps. Ideally on the glamorous side, to be sure, and between relationships possibly, who knew ... but someone who knew how a managing director's office ought to be run, anyway, since I didn't have much of a clue.

I could only suppose that young Natasha Byrne had guessed that I might be tempted to interview a sixteen-year-old, just in case she was hot?

Not that this sweet teen seemed vain, to be fair. Rather diffident, if anything. Why she wanted this job I didn't understand either - surely she could have done a lot of things? Or just stayed at school - her grades were reasonable enough.

Anyway, here she was, by some miracle. I got my brain back in gear and waved her towards the chair on the far side of my desk: "Hello Natasha, thank you for coming."

"Hello," she sat, giving me a nervous but delectable little smile, "thank you for seeing me".

"So would you like to tell me a bit about yourself?" I started the interview. "Why you want the job, for example, and why you've left school?" It was July and the school year had just ended, but this was a permanent appointment.

"I don't want to go back to school," she told me quietly, "and this job came up."

She'd answered the question, as far as she was concerned.

"I was really looking for someone with experience, you see," I prompted her. The naiveté was both delicious and appalling.

"Oh I see," she looked down, then up. 'Hope dashed' was written over her lovely young face. She shifted in her chair as though to get up and leave.

"Though we can provide training, of course," I added hastily. "What aspects of the job would you be looking forward to, would you say?"

"I'll like being in an office," she offered. "I can type, with two fingers, you know, but quite quickly anyway, and ... use computers and everything. I could write letters, and answer the phone, and ... do filing, I expect..."

I struggled through the interview with her, revising the job description on the fly as I went. Anything Natasha couldn't do either would be part of the learning process or could be done by somebody else.

In twenty minutes I ended it, finding the effort of not blatantly ogling her was getting too much. Establishing that she was available to start straight away, I told her I'd see the other applicants and let her know.

The door closed behind her and I reviewed what I'd just seen: a lissom, glowing brunette beauty. About five feet five, and very slender indeed. Amazing face, gorgeous skin, large green eyes, wavy brown hair down to her shoulder blades that just begged to be sniffed and have my fingers run through. God! Slender neck, slender arms and everything else. The way she moved, even, was so feminine. Her hands, fingers ... the fingernails polished but uncoloured, not too long, so naturally perfect...

For an old perv like me to have such a girl around in close proximity all day was more than I'd even dreamed. Thank Christ one of my inventions had finally taken off and got me the factory and into this ball-tingling situation.

I locked my door, got the Vaseline out and had a nice long wank. After I'd got my breath back I called Natasha and gave her the job, starting tomorrow. I couldn't wait.

The next day she arrived, looking as gorgeous as I remembered, though rather conservatively dressed in trousers and jacket. I showed her round the building, the computer and phone system. She was interested and cordial, but quite reserved.

I found myself hoping the personal space between us would shrink from the rather large envelope she was choosing, even while telling myself it was idiotic: I'm a fifty-two-year-old man, happily married for twenty-seven years, and she's sixteen.

For goodness' sake! Though my wife Tessa is my age and lost interest in sex quite a few years ago, so sometimes I can kid myself it's not too terrible to dream. And in principle, if she didn't want it, where would be the harm?

Anyway Natasha's conversation was equally reserved: "okay", "I see" and "thank you" was pretty much all she said for the first half hour. Over coffee later on I got her to open up a bit, and tell me about where she lives and a bit about her parents and sister and their dog, but still I was aware (because I was looking for it) that she would become chatty only at a distance, across a desk or from a few yards away.

Well at least I got to look at her some more, absorbing the impression of slim but nicely muscled ass and thighs, and when she took her jacket off her waist looked sensationally small, setting off her lovely straight shoulders and high, pert tits. I don't go much for big tits, I like them firm more than anything else, and these were perfect.

She was demure, modest and sweet-natured. Quite shy, but not with a poor opinion of herself; it was more unassertive than low self-esteem. There was a vulnerability about her though, which made her fantastically appealing.

She was still reserved, so with small talk exhausted I went back into my own office. It was going to be impossible to look at her as much as I wanted. She was being polite but a bit cool if anything; not unfriendly but not exactly encouraging much of a personal relationship either. My idiotic fantasies would have to remain fantasies.

To be absolutely, shamefully honest, at some levels it was a relief: a girl that beautiful was not meant for me. Nor was a girl her age of course. Altogether her effect on me was a bit scary, even though it was what I was arranging.

I went onto eBay and bought some spy cameras. Yes it was pervy, but I was out of control. With video I could lust after her without getting involved - it had a lot going for it.

The next day was much the same, with no encouragement from Natasha, and a slight but definite movement away from me if I got too close. Clearly that's how it was going to be. Anyway I was used to not getting much action with women, so it was no surprise. Not that I'd seriously tried in decades of course, but when I had tried I hadn't met with a lot of success.

The next day the 'security' camera kit arrived and in the evening I set it up so that I could watch my teen secretary at her desk. It was quite easy - my desk faces the door and so she couldn't see what was on my monitor until she came round - there would always be time to switch away from the pictures. And I could tell her I was not to be interrupted for a while, quietly lock the door and have a wank with her all unknowing on my screen.

In the morning it all worked and it was better than nothing, but the low camera pointing under her desk was a waste of time with her trousers, so at the end of the afternoon I had a word.

"I think you've been making a good start, Natasha; in fact your starting salary is bit low for what you've been doing so I'm going to put it up a bit". What she'd been doing was actually just some very simple phone answering, fetching visitors from the lobby and internet searching, but it was unlikely she'd argue.

"Oh thank you!" said the teen with an all too rare brilliant smile.

"The one thing," I continued, doing my best to keep talking smoothly "is that it would probably be better for a professional secretary to be wearing a skirt or dress, if you have one?".

"Oh yes," she replied, picking up on the 'professional', "I've got quite a few. I'll wear one tomorrow."

She duly appeared the next day in a skirt, which to my relief was just above knee-length and gave me a faint view of her panties as she sat at her desk.

I spent a good part of the day with my cock in my hand looking at the video, which was quite nice, but the conversation was if anything slightly more formal than before. I guessed she'd half tuned into my ulterior motives on the skirt thing; not enough to go against me and wear trousers, but enough to start being a bit wary. Fortunately the cameras were tiny and she had no idea about them.

Over the next couple of weeks things carried on much the same, although I found that after all I couldn't help making tentative attempts to get closer to her. I was being politely rebuffed, inevitably, but she made me feel constantly aroused, even more than my usual oversexed self.

It was stupid but I was disappointed. I felt I'd been getting more confident now I was making money, and I'd got into a positive cycle of a better feeling about myself, better clothes and some sport again so I was in pretty good shape for a fifty-two-year-old. But no interest from Natasha.

It was obvious and inevitable, but frustrating nevertheless. The video was making things worse, not better, but I couldn't stop watching. Her presence was having a maddening effect on me. I could barely cope with being around her, but I couldn't bear to part with her either.

In the end I decided the solution was to add another secretary, and this time I'd make damn sure there was some chemistry, if I had to interview a thousand girls! I had Natasha to do the donkey work and she could jolly well do it. Also I'd be clear about what I was after this time. I had the power and the money.

"Trainee Secretary Required, £25k pa, Suit School Leaver" I headed my new advert. There. That ought to do it. Yes I knew I should have advertised for a mature, experienced person, but by now my hormones were running the show.

With that salary the applications flooded in and I had Natasha filter them, first by age and then with a quick interview so I could get a look at them through the cameras.

All the candidates I selected for initial interview were young and unmarried, and each interviewee had to sit in Natasha's office and answer a very few questions before being quickly sent on their way.

I pretended to read Natasha's notes about each one to select the ones to interview myself, but simply selected the ones who seemed sexiest on video. It was blatant, but I was past caring.

It took a long time and many applications but my seventeenth interview struck gold.

Sara Thomas opened the door wide. Nothing apologetic about her, was my very first impression.

I already knew she was even younger than Natasha, and had also just left school at the earliest opportunity. She was quite short, compact, and radiated energy. Thick, wavy blonde hair framed a round face with a wide mouth and grey eyes that twinkled with confidence and fun. Unlike Natasha's her skirt was short. I regretted having her chair on the other side of the desk.

"So would you like to tell me a bit about yourself?" I started the interview as usual. "Why you want the job, for example, and why you've left school?"

"Well I was more kicked out really," she grinned at me, her face mobile, expressive and magnetically alive. "Do you want the short version, or the whole thing? It's a bit naughty, in some ways." She wasn't disrespectful, but there was a striking lack of deference.

Naughty? "The full version," I smiled. She was quick. Charismatic. She was raising a little tingle in my balls already.

"I do trampoline and gym and diving, or I did, and my coach and his girlfriend, who was our French teacher, used to go all over the gym in the nude, after it closed," she started.

I held my breath. All those trigger words in one sentence...

"They ... made love ... on all the equipment: the bars, horse, everything. I used to stay behind in the showers and then watch them. In the end I hid inside the old horse and had them ... doing it, you know, right on top of me, it was so cool, but they moved it and bashed my toes and I went and said 'Ow'. They lifted the top off and there I was, totally busted."

I was about to commiserate with her for being expelled over that natural curiosity, but found I had underestimated her.

"Well they were busted too, it seemed to me," she smiled, "the school wouldn't have liked it, two teachers doing that, all over the gym. So I told them I wanted to watch, and they had to let me.

"They were pretty cool with it actually, once we got started. Valerie said young people should learn about sex properly, and so they talked to me as they did it, showed me all their parts and how to do everything, you know, how to kiss and touch in different ways and different things; how to turn someone on, basically. And then, you know, how to keep it going and that sort of stuff."

She paused, in case I wanted to say something, but I was struck dumb. What the hell kind of girl was this? And what was she up to?

"And she showed me about sensuality, using her fingertips, caressing, all the bits of your body you can turn on if you touch it different ways. Stuff I hadn't a clue about, like breathing on someone, in their ear and things like that, or licking a bit of neck or something and then blowing on it.

"So I got Valerie touching me more and more, kissing, and I touched her more and more. We did massage and everything, and after a few sessions she went all the way and got me off. It was the greatest thing ever!

"Then I had to get her off, in different ways, and the touching with Henry got more and more worked up, and one night he came, it went all over my hands and face. And I loved that too. So then we were all touching each other and trying to get each other to finish all at once. They made it like an exam."

Sara laughed. "I'm not embarrassing you am I? You did ask for the full version."

"No no," I was trying to work out if she was winding me up, though she seemed perfectly sincere. "No please carry on. Why you've left school and want this job..."

"Okay," she smiled a wide smile at me, testing me, and finding me susceptible. "They got me to go and get a Depo injection and Henry did me. It was fantastic, I never even felt my membrane go, it just felt right straight away.

"Then we just kept doing it, I joined in with them on their gym nights and we all hung out in the nude and had sex on the equipment, the mats, whatever we felt like. On weekends if it was sunny we used to go up on the roof of the library, as it's flat, and sunbathe in the nude too. We couldn't actually do too much then, the wall round isn't very high, it was about being at our best for each other.

"And we all did our sports, and Henry told me about what to eat, you know no McDonalds or any of that crap, we really looked after our bodies so we could get the most out of them for sex, have good skin and everything. And, you know, do everything for a long time."

I saw the smile widen even further as she said the last sentence. She was looking at me very directly, with those sparkling grey eyes. I knew she'd been developing it into pretty much a sex story, watching my reaction and daring me to call a halt to it.

I believed every word though. And she was very clever, I could feel it. Very quick, and fearless. Calling my bluff about being a Managing Director business type; exposing my uncertainty and pervy fascination with teen girls, by taking over the interview...

"God, I learned so much," she resumed. "They were just so cool with it all; everything was nice, it was fun. Bodies are so great...

"Then we got caught. Someone with a bit of a girl crush on me stayed in the showers like I had, and she was a jealous prudey little bitch and went and told someone and it all got out. So they were told to go quietly and I was excluded.

"So there was a big row and my mum and dad said I have to get a job for a year before I go to college, to teach me a lesson. And this one seemed interesting."

"I see." I realised I ought to say something, even if it was a bit inane. I doubted a job as a secretary would really seem at all interesting to this girl, but I couldn't say that, obviously.

I had to move anyway: she was having such an effect on me I couldn't sit still. My cock was going to go fully hard if I didn't change something.

"Well I'm looking for someone for a bit longer than one year, really," I told her, "but let me show you round."

Her face didn't fall as I'd expected. In fact, she just looked as though she was having a great time.

I took her on a tour of the factory; back out through Natasha's office and past the sales and management offices, down onto the shop floor and through the lines and workstations.

Sara walked next to me, interested and smiling, looking at me a lot so I could look back at her thick blonde hair, her tan, and her strong-looking little body with its broad shoulders and pelvis; the fantastic thighs of delicious smooth muscle, freely on display below her rather short skirt.

The strength in her build was kept feminine by her slender neck, waist and hands. I'd noticed her hands in the office - so small I immediately thought how big my cock would look with them half wrapped round it. Not that my cock needs much help in that department to be honest - it seems to have been made for a much bigger guy.

We emerged from the shop floor into the Goods Inwards department, pushing through the curtain side by side, with Sara not shy about touching me at all, brushing against me with her hip and shoulder.

I found I could just let it happen and not tense up; not like me at all really. She was walking closer and closer to me, until it had become obvious and I was just gently nudging back. It really was deliberate. At the far side of the room I held the swing door open for her and she went though it facing me, touching my arm as she said "thank you", with her face really close.

I let the door close and in the corridor there was no-one else there.

Sara was looking at me with an expression I couldn't describe but understood totally. She moved towards me and then we were pressing together, kissing, and our arms went round each other.

It was so right. There was no room for the anxiety that I had always associated with women. My cock was hard as if a switch had been thrown, pressing into her. She stood on tiptoe and I could feel her swollen vulva

The little gorgeous nubile. She had so much confidence, I didn't need any.

Fortunately the factory is a large building my company is planning to grow into, and there's an empty room that's going to be a lab at some time in the future, so I steered us quickly into it and wedged a chair under the door handle. I looked around - there were a couple of easy chairs, and the floor was carpeted at least. The one window was frosted. Perfect.

I tossed the chair cushions on the floor and put my arm back round Sara, who simply looked excited. No apprehension whatsoever. She was some embarrassing fraction of my age, but this was her initiative.

We kissed again. She was keen. I put my hands under her lean, power-packed butt cheeks and pulled her up against my rampant cock. Sara held onto my neck, writhed and pressed against me, as I slid my hands down onto her gorgeous thighs and then back up under her skirt.

I kicked off my shoes and trod on the toes of my socks one at a time to pull them off. She broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, breathing hard, then leaned away a bit and started undoing my shirt. I put her down and started undoing her blouse, revealing a lacy bra over her pert little tits.

Actually they were more tiny tits than just small, though this girl was not about tits anyway, she was about thighs and pussy - that would be her very specialist subject I thought.

I reached round and undid her bra, moved my hand down to her skirt, undid the button and zip, and stood back to ease it down her gorgeous legs. One foot at a time I pulled off her shoes and little socks.

Sara stood there in small panties, swelling over her mound with a wisp of bush appearing over the top.

Before I could reach back for her panties Sara reached for my trouser belt, undid it with practiced skill followed by the button and zip, and pulled my trousers down. My briefs started to come with them and jammed on my cock, which was a rock-hard pillar. She deftly lifted the waistband over it and carried on downwards, until my trousers and briefs were on the floor, then she reached for my cock with her little hands.

My cock has always been hypersensitive. Now this gorgeous young girl had her two tiny hands on it, each of them only going a bit over half way round; room for the two hands next to each other and still my whole cockhead and a bit more sticking out.

It was such a sight, such a sensation, I was going to cum. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands off. "Don't waste it" I gasped, nudging her towards the cushions.

Almost before my mind could catch up I was between her thighs and my cock was at her pussy. I ran a finger along her slit, moving a few hairs away and bringing her moisture to the surface. I felt her hands on my sides, pulling me forwards, and my cock slid straight into her.

God! The greatest sensation ever. Her naked young body, her warm, perfect skin, and her creamy, potent pussy. It was beyond description. As I bottomed out her pussy tightened round me and I felt her strength, a feeling even better than I'd been able to fantasise in the few minutes I'd known her. A FEW MINUTES! It was incredible.

I started to fuck her, with long, slow strokes, coming almost out and then back in to the hilt, rubbing her clit with my pubic bone. My senses were swamped with sensation. Especially the sensation that this incredible girl was loving it.

She had a gorgeous aroma; her skin was smooth and tanned. My nose was in her hair which was thick, soft and feminine; her breath coming in sexy gasps in rhythm with my fucking, and her thighs on mine, spread wide to welcome every last millimetre of my cock.

Thighs feeling soft but powerful; like her pussy - creamy with her juice and giving my cock squeezes and vibrations that had me on the point of cumming within a few strokes.

Sara urged me on with her strong little hands, pressing back with her pelvis and writhing beneath me, equally close to orgasm.

I stopped, wanting it to last a little longer. I felt a little bit of cum escape my cock as Sara's pussy kept the sensation up with its own tight pulsings. I slowly drew it out until the tip was starting to emerge, and slid it back in past her outer ring, ever so slowly, to the bottom.

We were both hardly breathing, poised right on the brink of ecstasy.

I opened my eyes: there was the gorgeous face, the vivid grey eyes asking me to keep fucking her desperate young body.

I lifted myself up a little and ran my eyes over her: her slender neck, broad shoulders, pert little tits, and down to her small waist and flat abdomen, the taper down her chest looking incredible, then the shape as her body flared out to her wide pelvis; the pelvis totally designed to be fucked by my big cock.

My eyes moved out across the floor, to her clothes - the short skirt and blouse, with those little panties on top. Then back to her naked young body under me, impaled on my outsize old cock, and desperate for my sperm.

"Stop pratting about," gasped Sara, "I can't stand it any more!"

God, she's quite a minx I thought, as I started moving again and gave her a cumming rhythm: long strokes at a steady pace.

Two, three, four, five, six, seven, and then there was an indescribable extra sensation from her pussy and I was cumming. Cumming hard, and so was she cumming, grunting in time and thrusting back with her strong little body.

It went on for several seconds, a huge rush of unreal ecstasy in which everything was as perfect and right as it could possibly be, pumping my sperm into her in great spurts as her pulsating pussy sucked it in.

Then, slowly, I stopped thrusting and was just panting, with her. A minute or two passed in post-orgasmic bliss.

I settled between her strong, gorgeous thighs, shifting to let her bring them in from their wide-open position.

I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"So," I said, "when can you start?"

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