Chapter 3

I got to work the next day a little early in the hope I could talk to Nadia straight away but unfortunately she got here just on time and we were tied up working with other people all morning.

Eventually mid afternoon we were alone. She sat in the chair in front of my desk bolt upright with her hands clasped in her lap.

“Nadia ... I, um...” I didn’t know how to broach the subject.

“James, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you hadn’t ... yet. Would you like to do me right now? Remember, anything you want- just tell me what to do.” She said, rapidly.

“You don’t mind? I mean, I thought you’d be dissappointed or annoyed or something...” I trailed off at the end.

“Of course, no. You tell me what you want. You could do me quick and get it done or I could ... Help you or something?” She said. I was immediately embarrassed all over again. A girl younger than me was talking about teaching me.

“Come here Nadia.” I said in as emotionless voice as I could. She immediately stood and walked to my side of the desk.

“Bend over the desk.” I commanded her. I watched a subtle smile curve one side of her lips as she leant over the desk and rested her palms down on the table squashing her breasts in the process of lying flat against it.

I was in awe of her beautiful arse, after drawing my hands over her thighs through her skirt I was immediately hard. I grasped the hem of her tight skirt and slowly peeled the tight fabric up her legs.

I paused in genuine surprise as I realised she wore no underwear. Her curvy, soft, unblemished arse stuck out from the desk and framed the most perfect single slit of a pussy surpassing anything I’d ever seen on the internet. Above it was her tight arsehole, just a shade darker than the rest of her soft brown skin.

“You’re fucking perfect...” I muttered to myself.

I squeezed a buttock and traced a finger to find a wet and gooey entrance between her minimal pussy lips.

“Oh!” I said, surprised at what seemed to be her arousal.

“I had to wait all day ... I already orgasm twice just with my fingers...” She commented.

I just stood in silence groping at her arse cheek. I decided to take this opportunity further and slid my index finger between the tight folds of her pussy, reveling the warmth and wetness inside.

I was so turned on that I sort of froze. I knew if I did anything I wouldn’t last but I desperately wanted to fuck her. I was also nervous- I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of this beautiful woman.

“Nadia ... Maybe we shouldn’t ... Um...” I muttered.

“Take your cock out. Now.” she said, suddenly turning the tables on me. I slowly complied till I was pulling my boxers down to my knees.

“Now slide it in me till you cum. I want some semen in my Kus...” she purred.

I was now breathing rapidly. I knew she was wet enough- it was literally dripping down her pussy lips. It was time, I had to go for it.

I touched the tip of my cock to her pussy lips and lurched involuntarily because of the soft warmth. I pushed gently and missed her entrance- cursing myself for being so bad at this I waited for a negative comment but Nadia simply stayed silent waiting for me.

“James- put your dick in me.” she said, still facing away.

I pushed again and felt the warmth envelop my dick. It did more than envelop it- it gripped it tightly despite me sliding in smoothly because of her wetness. I started to pull back again but stopped as I was worried I might get too excited so paused about 10 seconds and tried to slowly retract again. As I carefully pulled back I felt her pussy contract and squeeze around my cock.

“Wait, please, don’t squeeze like that...” I whispered.

I felt her cunt grip and contract yet again, clearly disobeying my request, which combined with the sensations I was already feeling became too much for me and I sharply pushed forwards again whilst shooting stream after stream of cum into her.

“Hmmm...” She purred as I eventually finished shooting. I started feeling light headed from the intensity and sat back down in my chair after pulling out. She closed her legs together and I watched as she tensed her muscles several times to force what I thought was an impressive amount of thick, viscous white semen out of her pussy and leaking down one thigh.

There was a knock on the door and we both quickly covered ourselves- Nadia pulling down her skirt as I heaved up my trousers and tried to sneakily button them up under my desk. Sue, an older woman from down the corridor delivered a folder to me as Nadia slipped past her and out the room.

I tried to calmly talk to this woman about the news a minute after cumming in a perfect pussy for the first time- it wasn’t just surreal but also difficult to get my adrenaline and breathing back to normal whilst being disciplined not to come out from behind the desk lest my undone belt and trousers be revealed.

Luckily she soon left and Nadia came back in with a subtle smile. I just sat smiling and admired her for a moment. She really was stunning- probably far, far too good for me. She rested against my desk and widened her legs and lifted her skirt to show a patch of my cum that had leaked from inside her and smiled.

“Do you actually want this? With me? I can’t get you a better job or anything like that. I can’t get you promoted.” I said bluntly.

Her expression immediately changed to a frown. She went to speak but stopped herself and considering her words.

“I ... I told you my secrets. I didn’t do that for my last boss or anyone. I trusted you and now you treat me like I want money? I- ... It’s late. I’m going home.” she said quietly before turning and shutting the door behind her.

“Wait, sorry I didn’t- I just...” I tried to get something out before she left but failed. In the process of speaking I had stood up, forgetting my belt and trousers were still loose and my trousers fell to my ankles to make me feel even more pathetic.

I couldn’t help but think I had royally fucked up. The truth was I didn’t understand her. I still couldn’t fathom why she would invite me into her incredible sexual double life- is she damaged? Unwell? Mentally unstable? She never seemed that way. I began to wonder if I should feel guilty for potentially taking advantage of her- even though she initiated everything.

I realised I needed to talk to her candidly tomorrow- she wasn’t stupid in any way so she must realise that I wasn’t trying to insult her. I don’t even know what I was trying to do. I suppose I just wanted clarification that she actually wanted to do that with me. I suppose the truth was I couldn’t really believe that someone like her- that looked like her- could want that without a material gain to go with it. That there must something that was being hidden from me, that I was missing.

I understood that she obviously loves the power dynamic, maybe that was the missing factor in this? I’m acceptable to her because I play into her fantasy of “She HAS to fuck me” as her employer- maybe I’m more attractive in that role because I’m unattractive? She did say her last boss was some old, fat bloke.

These thoughts followed me all the way home. Till I was eating and then on till I was trying to get to sleep. My pathetic optimism had persuaded myself that she was very much into this situation and I should try- up to the limit of upsetting or harming her- of enjoying this as much as possible. Before descending into unconsciousness I was planning all kinds of ridiculous things to get her to do and realised I could- possibly- start the very next day.

I got to work early the next day after preparing myself by meticulously cleaning myself and shaving my pubes like I was going out on a date. As I got into the building I bought an extra cup of coffee and some croissant and other pastries which I laid out on my desk like the slightly sad offering that it was.

As seconds ticked away I started cnsidering whether she was simply not ever going to come back: I’d ruined my chance and that was that; then I reassured myself by realising I was still early.

Eventually I heard her enter her room and hang up her coat so I committed the peversion of knocking on the inside of my own office door to ask her to come in. She looked stunning as usual. A dark purple blouse with no cut for cleavage but her breasts pushing against the thin fabric and those sleeves which end half way up the bicep and a black tight fitting pencil skirt and dark blue shoes wth little heels.

“Hi Nadia. Can we talk?” I said, actualy feeling a little nervous.

“Of course.” She replied a little curtly but still retaining her bright personality.

We sat down at my desk. I realised it felt a little official- me behind the desk with her perched on a chair with her legs crossed in front of it. I immediately regretted sitting behind the desk.

“I ... I’m sorry about yesterday.” I decided to get straight to it.

“It’s okay- whatever you think is-”

“Nadia,” I interruped her, “I don’t understand this. I don’t understand why you want this- whatever it is- with me. I’m worried that if it really is what you want then I’m taking advantage of you and ... Well, you know ... There’s some reason that you don’t mind me taking advantage ... I don’t understand why you’d want ... Me, for this...”

She grinned. “I was never, um, abused if that’s why you’re worried. Never touched or raped or anything. I just like ... Sex. And sexy things.” she tried to explain. I presumed she meant sexual things but I suppose either works.

“So you just like the dynamic?” I asked.

“I don’t understand you.” she replied, eyebrows raised.

“Like, the fantasy. Boss and secretary.”

“Yes ... I like being told what to do. And I have to do it. It’s really ... Hot.” she answered, brushing her hair behind her ear looking almost self conscious for the first time.

“So you still want me to ... Boss you around?”

“ ... Yes. Absolutely. Why would you ask? You don’t want-”

“No! I mean, yes! Of course I want to!” I interrupted her. “I just didn’t- well, I guess I still don’t really understand it. I mean, you could choose anyone. Anyone would do anything for you...”

“But you’re my boss. So I got you.” she smiled.

I admit, I felt a little down. Like I won the grand prize by default because no one else entered the competition.

“ ... And I like you. You’re nice to me. Kind. And funny. And I get all wet when I think about starting sex with you and being your first for things. Like yesterday, that was so ... Exciting, for me too.” she looked at me with a straight face- I couldn’t tell if she was trying to be nice. “I never would tell things to Mr. Peacock. I never would talk to Mr. Peacock. I didn’t want talk to Mr. Peacock. But I like talk with you ... So ... Anything you want. Just tell me.”

“Okay.” I sighed and couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll let you get on, Nadia.” I felt like I’d be a total creep to just ask for a blowjob or something after us talking so. I didn’t really see how she found yesterday that exciting- it didn’t last long enough to pleasure her at all I thought.

“Okay.” she said standing up. I watched her stunning arse and beautifully moving hips as she walked to the door.

“Oh, James...” she said pivoting to turn towards me again.

“Yeah?”

She grasped the bottom of her blouse and pulled it up to show her amazing tits in her dark green bra. She giggled alluringly as she dropped it and exited my room. I couldn’t help but laugh along with her before smiling to myself as she left the room. I still couldn’t really understand or believe what was going on- these things don’t happen to people like me.

It was hard trying to do actual work that morning with my mind continuing to concoct ridiculous scenarios and plans to ask of her. I only saw Nadia once when she brought in some papers during a meeting with Brian a colleague of mine. I felt both entertained and a little protective as I watched him gawk at her as she walked out. It also occurred to me how strange it was to see her transform into asexual professionalism as soon as someone else was around.