Gloria Marks had worked for the company for some time, and Jake had inherited her as his secretary with his last promotion. She was a buxom redhead with tits that hung from her chest like twin cannonballs, fig shaped ass, and between them, and emphasizing them, a very tiny waist. Her dark, red hair was heavy and richly coiled in tresses like burnished bronze. Jake, like any normal man, had often looked at Gloria with admiration and perhaps an odd fleeting sexual fantasy, but he had never tried to approach or seduce her. Like his wife, Jake had been faithful.
Then he was promoted.
He got a new office, new responsibilities and, with them, he got the redheaded secretary.
For a few days nothing transpired.
Jake, who was a handsome guy, tall and lean and sandy haired, with a boyish smile, noticed that Gloria watched him speculatively from time to time, staring across her typewriter. When he caught her gaze, she continued to look contemplatively at him for a moment, before looking away.
He thought nothing of it.
As a secretary, she was highly efficient, and he figured he was lucky to have her.
He didn't realize just how lucky.
Then, one day, he had just finished some difficult paperwork and leaned back in his chair, stretching and shifting his stiff neck muscles. Gloria moved up behind him, placing her hands on either side of his neck, and she began to massage him.
"Ummmm, nice," he sighed.
"Yeah. Mr. Thomas used to like that, too," she said, referring to Jake's predecessor. Then, thoughtfully, she added: "I've been wondering if things were going to be the same with you as they always were with Mr. Thomas?"
"I don't quite understand," Jake said.
"Oh, you know… my duties…"
"You're very efficient, Miss Marks," he said.
"Yes, but… all of my duties?"
Jake was confused. "Such as?"
When she didn't reply, he turned his head, his neck still between her hands, and glanced up at her. He was surprised to find that she was blushing.
"I mean… like masssaging your neck when it gets stiff," she said, averting her gaze.
"That's… very nice," he said, puzzled, uncertain, just starting to get an inkling of the truth.
Gloria bit her lower lip.
She was obviously struggling to work up the nerve to say something further, blushing deeper, eyes shifting nervously.
"And… Mr. Thomas used to get very, very stiff," she said.
Jake stared at her, the truth slowly dawning.
"All over," she added.
"I… I don't…"
"You don't like me to touch you?"
"Gloria, I'm a married man," said Jake.
Then she gave him a slow smile, full of meaning. "So was Mr. Thomas," she said, significantly.
And, sure enough, Jake discovered that his neck was not the only stiff part of his body. He turned away, very much aware of the lump riding high in his trousers. Gloria continued to rub his neck, leaning closer now, so that her huge tits were pressed against the back of his head like a pillow. She was looking down into his lap, seeing that obvious lump nudging out at its cotton prison.
"Shall I, sir?" she asked.
Jake tried to say no, he honestly did. His mouth opened and his tongue tangled all over itself as he tried to form that simple, single negative answer.
But the word would not come out.
His vocal cords seemed to have become as stiff and rigid as his prick, and he could say nothing at all. He just sat there, her hands on his muscular neck, his head resting on her tits, amazed by the situation he found himself in.
And Gloria was so efficient.
She never minded how much work was laid on her desk, and she was always willing to do more than her share. When the new boss had made no extra-curricular requests, it had troubled her deeply. The dutiful redhead thought she was falling down on the job. No, when Jake said nothing, Gloria took it as meaning that he would enjoy the same treatment that Mr. Thomas had requested.
She moved around, then knelt in front of him.
He could only stare, his mouth forming soundless words.
Gloria opened his fly, then drew his big prick out, giving a little sigh when she saw and felt how hard and hot it was. She looked up at him with a smile. Jake found himself smiling back. He didn't really mean to encourage her – he was, after all, a married man – but he felt compelled to smile at her, felt that she would be grievously hurt, maybe even quit her job, if he did not show her a bit of appreciation and encouragement.
She began to skim her hand up and down his cock.
It thundered and pounded wildly.
Giving him an impish look, Gloria said: "I don't have a tissue on me; boss."
Jake hiked his ass up, reaching for his handkerchief.
But the redhead's tongue slid across her lower lip. "If you don't mind, I'll just take it in the mouth. That way, I won't have to mop up afterward."
Jake didn't mind at all.
When Gloria sucked him off, she proved to be as efficient a cocksucker as she was a secretary, milking out every last drop and swallowing the lot without spilling any at all.
It had been so good that, despite himself and his guilt at being unfaithful to his wife, Jake found that he was getting stiff almost every day. Only her oral massages could soothe and relieve the throbbing strain of it.
He didn't fuck her for a week after that.
Gloria didn't object. She liked giving head and was able to get her rocks off as she did so. Jake had convinced himself that he wasn't really committing adultery as long as he just came in her mouth and not her pussy.
Yet that red-haired cunt was available.
Jake was no saint.
After that first week of blowjobs, he faltered in his semi-celibate resolutions and, staying late at the office one day, fucked her on top of his executive desk.
Her cunt was even more talented than her mouth.
That was when Jake, ashamed of himself but without the willpower to resist, began working late quite frequently.
This was one of those days.
Had Jake realized the mood that his wife was in, he might well have neglected secretarial pussy and hurried on home to put the prick to Molly. But although her voice had sounded strange on the telephone, he hadn't known why that was. Molly was always more than happy to give Jake his marital rights, but she had always been rather shy about it, seldom taking the initiative or making the first suggestion. Jake had no cause to think she might behave differently today.
Jake didn't know about Carla and the dogs.