Making Him Happy Was My Life.

I work in a fairly large company, over five thousand employees. Luck of the draw and I ended up in the position of executive secretary to the VP of Everything Important. He had an office built next to his, with a private door between offices where he could all me at will without having anyone outside know if I was in his office or not. He called me a lot and we talked about everything, lots of things that are on my mind and he listened and gave advise. I got very comfortable with him and told him just about everything, even about the time that a guy forced me to take anal sex. I told him what it felt like, both physically and emotionally and he told me that when a man is taking a woman like that he is feeling something that comes from Neanderthal times. I agreed with him but I still didn't like being taken like that.

One late night, I stayed late with him all the time, I was sitting in his office and I had on a sleeveless dress and I was leaning back on the chair and my left boob was jutting out. I caught him looking and sat up straight but he said he wanted more, lots more, he wanted it all, every last inch, until I woke up and thought of nothing else other than making him happy and to come over and give myself to him. Maybe I knew that day was coming but you are never prepared and the first thing he did was unzip my dress and take out my boob and start sucking me. There is no comfortable way when you are standing beside his chair and his hand reaching up under my dress to feel me up so I got on the floor and told him to take it all if that is what he wanted.

He did and from that day on I wasn't just his assistant. Over time I got several raises and I got bonuses and I was given a company car and a company parking space and I moved into a building where he owned one of the apartments. It was intensely sexual, and it was intensely anal until I just adopted the right position and gave him my butt and let him enjoy himself. Of course I also gave him my front and my boobs and my face and I did everything I could think of to make him happy. My day started and ended with him, I spent all day thinking of him. I was able to do my job without any problems, but of course there were some people who thought I shouldn't be working there, not that their opinion carried any weight with him.

The years past, we are talking ten years, the sex never slowed down and he took what he wanted and I gave him what he wanted. Making him happy was my life. I guess I was his mistress but in my mind I was his girlfriend, the one and only. but as I turned 35 I found out that he had been out with one of the girls who worked in Marketing, a business lunch. He had many business lunches with her and I caught him with her after hours when I went looking for him. All the excuses but he didn't send her away. I asked him what she had that I didn't have and he said she was twenty five.

I didn't lose my salary or my job, I kept on being his personal assistant, it is just that when I talked to him he asked a thousand questions about how he could get the girl to have sex with him because everything he had tried failed. I went around and found out more about her and she was a fluid girl, and her likes went for strong ass women and asshole guys. I told him that he wasn't her type, she just wanted his attention, sort of to get ahead. He accused me of being jealous, which I was, but I told him the truth and took him with me to one of the party places that she and her kind hung out and he saw for himself. Bottom line she wasn't into any fifty year old guy.

He came back to me and I bent over backwards to please him and make him happy. The way I see it he has the all the cards, so my only card is making him feel lost without me. I broached the marriage word a couple of times but he says he doesn't think I should marry someone as old as him. OK, I understand. Being a mistress or long term girlfriend is my bad luck. I have a job that pays well and I don't pay rent. Whatever makes him happy.