Straight Male / 28
At 28 my father made me the manager of his commercial realty office. The job came with a corner office in a great part of town, four realtors that are always out selling (as they should) a couple that handle all the paperwork (titles, contracts, inspections, MLS filings, etc) and my father's original 54 year old secretary, Marcy.
Marcy came to my office one morning shortly after my father announced his early retirement and name me his successor and broke down crying. Not just a few tears, but deep heavy sobs. The kind where you have to talk them down first before you can understand what they're upset about. It took a bit, but I was finally able to make out that Marcy was worried I would fire her, she was a slow typist, wasn't very good with computers, and had a filing system no one else at the office could make sense of so she was sure I would fire her and replace her with someone younger, better looking, and more competent.
After I assured her I had no intention of firing her I told her my father had kept her in the office for nearly 30-years and there had to be a reason. Marcy got quiet and just looked down at the floor and mumbled. I pulled her chin up and asked her why my dad had kept her there if she thought she didn't so a good job. She looked up at me and said "because he said I gave him the best head of any woman he's ever had..."
If you had asked me before that moment if I ever had any sexual interest in Marcy I would have laughed you right out of office. But as she sat there, her quivering lips covered in dark red lipstick, all I could think about was my cock sliding into her mouth. I don't know what she saw on my face, but her fear suddenly turned into a coy smile and she slid from the chair she was in to her knees.
Marcy wasted no time, she pulled open my slacks and took my quickly hardening cock into her mouth. Not just the head, but the entire 6" shaft. When someone is a master at their craft you know it immediately and Marcy was the Rembrandt of oral sex. She worked the shaft, the head, handled my balls and had me blowing my load into her mouth in what would have been record time if I had been with any other woman.
As I cam I could feel her mouth the throat working as she swallowed my cum. No woman had ever done that, some had let me cum in the mouths, then spit it out, but most of my girlfriends had finished me with their hands or stopped the blowjob before I came and had be fuck them instead. Not Marcy, she sucked the last drop out of my cock, opened her mouth to show me what remained of my load, then closed and made a big show of swallowing it.
When she was done she stood, smiled, adjusted her outfit and walked back to her desk. When I closed my office shortly after 6pm that night she was already gone for the day. But when I came in the next morning she was at her desk bright and early at 8am, and when I sat down she brought in a copy of the NY Times and a cup of coffee for me. It was surreal for me - should I say something to her?
Around 2pm she came into my office with a steno pad in hand and locked the door. I was concerned at first she was going to hit me with a sexual harassment allegation for the blowjob the day before, but then she suddenly unbuttoned and removed her top and bra revealing a magnificent pair of breasts. Without a word she dropped to hew knees in front of me, undid my pants, and freed my already hard cock.
She rubbed the bulbous head against her lips, smearing the red lipstick all over me, and then dove down the shaft taking my full length into her mouth. This was, indeed the best blowjob of my life, the second best having been the day before. After Marcy had gotten my cock good and wet she wrapped her breasts around it, and began masturbating me with them. I had titty fucked a few girls in my time, but they had all been small breasted and unenthusiastic. Marcy's whole world was focused on making me cum, and cum I did; all over her breasts, face, and big southern blond hair.
This same type of thing happened every day she and I were in the office together; newspaper and coffee in the morning followed by a fantastic blowjob in the afternoon. I once tried to touch her pussy, to maybe help bring her off and feel as good as I did, but she said her mouth was for me, but everything else was for her husband. I admit it was a bit of a boner killer, but she was so damned good at what she did that I quickly forgot about her own pleasure as she focused on mine.
She was right, she can't type worth a damn, doesn't know the difference between email and Facebook, and I've had to hire a girl to reorganize the office's filing (all under the guise of going paperless). But what she can do, and does better than any woman I have ever had or could imagine, is keep me happy. Marcy is by far the best present my father could give me, far beyond the privileged upbringing, Ivy League college education, and even the partnership in the business.
Dad and I are having dinner this 4th of July and I'm toying with thanking him for sharing Marcy's wonderful talents with me.
Marcy came to my office one morning shortly after my father announced his early retirement and name me his successor and broke down crying. Not just a few tears, but deep heavy sobs. The kind where you have to talk them down first before you can understand what they're upset about. It took a bit, but I was finally able to make out that Marcy was worried I would fire her, she was a slow typist, wasn't very good with computers, and had a filing system no one else at the office could make sense of so she was sure I would fire her and replace her with someone younger, better looking, and more competent.
After I assured her I had no intention of firing her I told her my father had kept her in the office for nearly 30-years and there had to be a reason. Marcy got quiet and just looked down at the floor and mumbled. I pulled her chin up and asked her why my dad had kept her there if she thought she didn't so a good job. She looked up at me and said "because he said I gave him the best head of any woman he's ever had..."
If you had asked me before that moment if I ever had any sexual interest in Marcy I would have laughed you right out of office. But as she sat there, her quivering lips covered in dark red lipstick, all I could think about was my cock sliding into her mouth. I don't know what she saw on my face, but her fear suddenly turned into a coy smile and she slid from the chair she was in to her knees.
Marcy wasted no time, she pulled open my slacks and took my quickly hardening cock into her mouth. Not just the head, but the entire 6" shaft. When someone is a master at their craft you know it immediately and Marcy was the Rembrandt of oral sex. She worked the shaft, the head, handled my balls and had me blowing my load into her mouth in what would have been record time if I had been with any other woman.
As I cam I could feel her mouth the throat working as she swallowed my cum. No woman had ever done that, some had let me cum in the mouths, then spit it out, but most of my girlfriends had finished me with their hands or stopped the blowjob before I came and had be fuck them instead. Not Marcy, she sucked the last drop out of my cock, opened her mouth to show me what remained of my load, then closed and made a big show of swallowing it.
When she was done she stood, smiled, adjusted her outfit and walked back to her desk. When I closed my office shortly after 6pm that night she was already gone for the day. But when I came in the next morning she was at her desk bright and early at 8am, and when I sat down she brought in a copy of the NY Times and a cup of coffee for me. It was surreal for me - should I say something to her?
Around 2pm she came into my office with a steno pad in hand and locked the door. I was concerned at first she was going to hit me with a sexual harassment allegation for the blowjob the day before, but then she suddenly unbuttoned and removed her top and bra revealing a magnificent pair of breasts. Without a word she dropped to hew knees in front of me, undid my pants, and freed my already hard cock.
She rubbed the bulbous head against her lips, smearing the red lipstick all over me, and then dove down the shaft taking my full length into her mouth. This was, indeed the best blowjob of my life, the second best having been the day before. After Marcy had gotten my cock good and wet she wrapped her breasts around it, and began masturbating me with them. I had titty fucked a few girls in my time, but they had all been small breasted and unenthusiastic. Marcy's whole world was focused on making me cum, and cum I did; all over her breasts, face, and big southern blond hair.
This same type of thing happened every day she and I were in the office together; newspaper and coffee in the morning followed by a fantastic blowjob in the afternoon. I once tried to touch her pussy, to maybe help bring her off and feel as good as I did, but she said her mouth was for me, but everything else was for her husband. I admit it was a bit of a boner killer, but she was so damned good at what she did that I quickly forgot about her own pleasure as she focused on mine.
She was right, she can't type worth a damn, doesn't know the difference between email and Facebook, and I've had to hire a girl to reorganize the office's filing (all under the guise of going paperless). But what she can do, and does better than any woman I have ever had or could imagine, is keep me happy. Marcy is by far the best present my father could give me, far beyond the privileged upbringing, Ivy League college education, and even the partnership in the business.
Dad and I are having dinner this 4th of July and I'm toying with thanking him for sharing Marcy's wonderful talents with me.
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