Personal Assistant

By Dick Stephens

Fresh out of college, all Samantha wanted was a steady job in her chosen career as a PA. While applying for a role as a personal assistant to a state senator, she soon finds out what these horrible men in power expect from a girl like her. Resentfully she obliges, but where or when will her man service end?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Street Press
• Release date: Dec 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9780648480280

Dick Stephens

Dick Stephens is an avid reader and writer of all things smutty. He skillfully blends timeless erotica with the art of storytelling.

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PERSONAL ASSISTANT

DICK STEPHENS

TENTH STREET PRESS

THIS EDITION

© Copyright 2019 Dick Stephens

Published by Tenth Street Press 2019

Cover design by Tomz Dez for Tenth Street Press

ISBN-10: 0-6484802-8-3

ISBN-13: 978-0-6484802-8-0

The contents of this book are purely fictional. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. All fictitious characters depicted herein are intended to be over the age of eighteen.

This book is sold on the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold or circulated by any traditional or electronic means, or have any original content contained herein reproduced in any form without prior written consent from the publisher.

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Chapter 1

The tall, long-legged girl was confused, but she did what she was told and finished removing her bra and panties. Her high, firm tits stood out in front and her nipples grew hard and ready. She stood a little higher on one leg so that her magnificent, firm-cheeked ass tilted a little to one side, and from the back, the brush of her cunthair was clearly visible through the space where her legs met her ass. She was clearly having an effect on her interviewer for already his prick grew large within his pants. She looked at it and smiled, knowing that it was a good sign that, the job was hers.

Very nice, the interviewer said, walking around her. The Senator has very high standards but I know he'll like what I see.

Then I get the job? Samantha Stanton asked, standing on tiptoe. Her slight giggling sent ripples ran through her fine tits.

Let me say, young lady, that you've passed part one of the preliminary interview with flying colors! said the interviewer, not taking his eyes for a moment off her beautiful body.

What's part two? Samantha asked, pursing her lips pertly. This interview was getting stranger by the minute. She had come in to apply for a job as a secretary to the famous Senator, but now she was not sure her friend had explained all of the duties that she was expected to fulfill.

Rather than explain, said the interviewer, let me show you. With that he began to unbuckle his pants. Samantha grew curious at this but waited to see what would happen. She did not have long to wait. In a second the interviewer had his pants on the floor and was walking over to the expensive, well-padded leather couch in the corner of the room.

Samantha took stock of him as he sat down. He was a tall, well-built young man of about twenty-eight. More than just well built, actually, she thought, as her eyes lowered from the sight of his well-muscled biceps bulging under the short-sleeved shirt to a cock that seemed to her to be the largest she had ever seen. More than just the length, for the cock had risen to astronomical heights as the interviewer eyed the young lady, but the width of the cock was astounding! Samantha had long, thin fingers to match her shapely bronze legs, but it would have been a struggle for them to meet around the head of the huge, blood-gorged cock of the interviewer.

That was what was strange, she realized. Up until that moment the interviewer was businesslike, almost cold, in asking her his questions. Now his huge, beautiful cock was telling otherwise. She felt her pussy begin to drip. She realized what was coming. Suddenly everything in her went limp. Now it all made sense—her friends' allusions to extra duties in the service of the senator, the lateness of the hour of the interview, that they were all alone in the building ...

Come here!

The interviewer's voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. Obediently the naked girl walked slowly over to the couch, feeling her cunt juice slowly seep from the crevice of her beautiful blonde cunt, her eyes firmly fixed on the towering cock of the interviewer. It was as if she were in a trance. She 'knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to take that big cock in her mouth, to feel the head against her lips, to feel the power of it forcing its way down her throat. She loved to feel a man's cock in her mouth and throat, and although she had primed herself to be prim and proper for the interview, it all slipped away and she felt nothing but lust.

The interviewer sat straight on the couch. Although this was his job, to try out girls for Senator Hughes, he knew from the sight of the bronze, naked, beautiful girl that was approaching him that this time it was going to much more than just work. This time he was going to enjoy it. He watched Samantha approach, her huge breasts rising and falling rhythmically with her ardent breaths that were coming faster and faster. He watched the large, brown nipples perk brown and inviting on the beautiful boobs. Glancing up into her face, his eyes swept from her beautiful green, catlike eyes to her full sensuous lips, and as if on command, her pearly pink tongue slipped from between her teeth and moistened her lips until they glistened in the dim light of the office. Then he dropped his eyes past her wide hips to the triangle patch of blonde cunny hair that framed her cunt, He felt his prick grow even larger and throb almost painfully. No, this was not going to be work at all. He wanted to jump up and grab her and throw her on the couch, plunging his huge member up her cunt all the way to her throat. Though fuming with desire for her, he knew he could not. It was not the Senator's way. No, the girl had to prove herself. She had to show that she did not need prodding or orders. In the high-pressure world of national politics no one had any time to waste to be romantic.

Samantha reached the couch, felt the cool leather against her knees, and let herself slowly slide down against its edge until she was kneeling on the rug in front of the interviewer. She reached out one hand and circled the base of his cock. Though her fingers were long she could not circle it. Leaning forward, she swung her body left and right over his cock so that her breasts brushed against it. Her nipples felt as if they were going to shoot off her tits. She looked up into the face of the interviewer, but there was no sign of any emotion in his eyes. The interviewer had won many a poker game just on the strength of those deep, probing, fathomless eyes. No, she had to do it on her own.

She breathed heavily, still swinging her breasts on his cock. She began to move the hand on his cockbase very slowly up and down, squeezing his swollen prick ever so softly, and with her other hand reached between his legs where she found the bulging bag of his balls. She began to massage them, and the interviewer moved ever so slightly to allow her clear access. Suddenly she realized that this beautiful cock was hers. The thought came to her and filled her brain. She began to massage his balls harder now and all the thoughts of the job drifted away.

Rearing back and straightening up, she pulled his cock toward her and lowered her head upon it, circling the tip with her luscious lips. She sucked on it long and hard, and her mouth was suddenly filled with cock, with delicious beautiful cock. He put his hands on both sides of her head and pulled her full force on the length of his member, its huge head pushing at the walls of her throat. After a few more sucks she raised her head slightly and began to tease him with little flicks of her tongue on the tip and base of his cock, finding a fold of skin on the underside and nibbling it. Her hand could feel the heat rise from his asshole and balls but his face still was blank.

She sucked harder on him, raising and lowering her head, forcing the cock into her throat as far as it would go. It seemed as if the massive prickhead would tear the walls of her throat apart. But as if possessed by a devil, she continued. Her saliva dripped from the sides of her mouth, lubricating the entry of the prick, sliding it in and out of her mouth deftly and effortlessly. Some of the saliva dripped down the length and stood like pearls on the interviewer's pubic hair.

The interviewer found it almost impossible to keep his cool with this beautiful doll sucking his cock. He tried to imagine it, her mouth passing rapidly from tip to base. He could feel his prick pushing against the walls of her throat and her gag reflexes tightening, causing delicious pressure, He could hear her slurping and feel her saliva running out of the corners of her mouth and down his cock. He looked down at her hair, golden blonde and smooth, framing his crotch like strands of golden wheat. He could feel his balls begin to bulge in their sac and he wondered if he could hold out.

Samantha was a fantastic cocksucker and she was giving him the full treatment. She wanted him to break, to come all over her face. No man had ever resisted the allure of her lips and her cunt, and she was not about to break her perfect record now. She sucked him even more furiously, tightening her lips as the passed the fold of his cockhead, forcing her tongue to whip around the sides like a dervish as her mouth moved up and down. Her free hand massaged his balls, feeling them grow larger and fill with come. She couldn't wait for his hot jism to drip down her throat. She couldn't wait for his breaths to come faster.

Suddenly, the interviewer could play the charade no longer. Bending over, he circled her head with his strong, well-muscled arms and forced her head down on his tool, forcing it, driving it deep into her throat. There was only about two inches of the cock left outside of her throat and he jammed her head down all the way, hearing her utter a little moan.

Suck me off, you bitch! he uttered in a frantic whisper.

The sound of his voice turned Samantha on even more and she sucked his cock even faster. She opened her mouth all the way and leaned forward, aligning her body so that the cock could slide easily into her throat. The interviewer was almost in a frenzy from the sensation of Samantha's hot, slippery lips and tongue on his member. He could feel her hair swish against his thighs.

She reached forward and cupped his ass in both of her hands. Then with one last fantastic effort she pulled him forward and pushed her head down, taking all of the massive cock in her mouth and sliding it down her throat.

The interviewer felt everything in him about to burst. His balls felt as though they were going to go off like firecrackers and his cock too would blow up. The pleasure of this girl's mouth was unendurable and suddenly he felt flushed and heady, the blood flooding his brain, making him feel as though he was falling or rising or ... With the last pull of the girl, he felt his come rising from his balls and following her lips up the length of his cock, filling the head like a balloon. With a mighty effort he managed to hold it for one more stroke, and then he threw his head back and shot his wad over and over again as the girl in a frenzy continued to move her head up and down. He could hear her swallowing furiously, trying desperately to eat every last bit, but he seemed to fill her mouth and still came until it dribbled down the side of her mouth.

Samantha felt warm inside. Knowing that she had just given a man the ultimate pleasure always filled her with a feeling of great accomplishment and power. And knowing that this man that she had just sucked off, knowing that the come in her mouth was from a powerful man, an important man, only added to the mystique.

Was that good, sir? she purred seductively.

The interviewer could not answer right away. His breaths were almost sobs, and he felt as though he was drunk. But he had been trained to keep his composure even in the most pressured situations and quickly found his head. That was quite satisfactory, Miss Stanton, but, er, do not think that the interview is concluded.

Samantha looked up at him and smiled. She lowered her head and began systematically to clean the come off of his half-limp prick. Holding the tip with one hand she twirled it slightly as she licked it, loving every minute of the taste of the interviewer's come. She really loved the taste.

The interviewer felt her tongue lapping up his jism, and her soft tongue and warm saliva bathing his prick, and although he had just shot his wad a few moments before he felt his desire reawaken.

You have a beautiful cock, Samantha purred. You could take this cock and fill all of my holes at once and there'd still be plenty left over.

That's just what I intend to do, said the interviewer matter-of-factly. Samantha felt the juices running in her cunt again. Having this beautiful cock in her mouth had excited her tremendously but she herself had not come. She had had the urge to finger herself while she was sucking him off, but she had not and now felt glad, realizing the meaning of the interviewer's words.

The interviewer reached down and pinched one t of Samantha's nipples hard enough to hurt slightly but also to feel good. She looked at him. His eyes were now blazing with desire and he reached down and grabbed both of her large breasts in his hands. They were firm and solid and molded into his hands like a cup, Samantha moaned very softly. She had always had very sensitive breasts and this man grabbing them and rubbing them was turning her on indeed. He kneaded them against her chest in large circles, then suddenly grabbed her by her sides and pulled her to him, crushing her mouth in a deep kiss. Her mouth opened and his tongue found hers and probed deeply into her throat. He could still taste his come in her mouth. Their probing tongues met and locked and Samantha was on the couch in a minute, one leg thrown over the interviewer's hip so that her pussy lips brushed teasingly over his rock-hard cock. Reaching out, the interviewer grabbed one of Samantha's nipples and rolled it between his fingertips until it was taut and firm. Samantha moaned, a deep-throated, gutteral, half-animal cry that burned the interviewer's brain until he too forgot his job, forgot his duties, forgot everything except the writhing Samantha and her delicious boobs and her warm wet hole.

She grabbed his prick and pointed it toward her dripping pussy. Put it in there! she breathed in his ear, desperately. Fill me up with your cock!

But the interviewer had other ideas. With his tongue still deeply embedded in Samantha's delicious mouth he deftly flipped her on her stomach. Samantha's ass rode high on her, and now, on her stomach, the two soft mounds of her buttocks rose invitingly. The interviewer lustfully grabbed her asscheeks and spread them apart. Between them, framed by the last bit of blond cunthair, her bumhole puckered red and flaming. Steam seemed to rise from the place between her legs. Seeing this, his desire rose to fever pitch. He was on her in a minute, positioning his huge organ toward the tiny hole.

Oh, please be gentle! pleaded Samantha. Your cock is so big. It'll hurt so much if you put in there.

The interviewer, however, had no idea to be gentle. This woman had broken down his cold, stony defenses. He was a good aide to Senator Hughes, never breaking down or becoming nervous, even in the most dangerous situations. In fact, it, was his cool that the Senator admired most in him, considered the most valuable. And now, in the space of a few short minutes, this woman had done what raging diplomats and threatening gangsters had failed to do. She had broken him down into a mass of irrationality and lust, a man bent only on his own pleasure. He felt the call of the rut deep within him, felt it as he had never felt it before. Now, with his monstrous cockhead only inches from the asshole of the lovely girl, he felt no mercy.

The interviewer succeeded in getting the head of his prick into Samantha and she let