THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT
by too_hot_in_bama@hotmail.com

The stretch limo was roomy but seemed overcrowded with the six of us in 
back.  Peter, my boss, was sitting in the right corner, I was in the 
middle, and his hulking bodyguard, Sam, was on my left.  Across from us 
were three Japanese executives, and they and Peter were talking "P and L 
ratios" and corporate bonds and acquisitions.  The traffic was light, so 
Ken the chauffeur was making good time.  The dark, tinted window panes 
softened the harsh afternoon sun.

I felt Peter's hand on my leg.  "Dale, I'm feeling rather tense this 
afternoon."

Everyone but Peter was amazed as I got down on my knees in front of him.  
He spread his legs and I unzipped him, reached in and took out his 8 
inches of hard, thick love-muscle.  

The bodyguard was new on the job, so I was sure I was blowing his mind 
as well as my boss's cock.  As for the visitors, I really didn't give 
them much thought.  I began licking Peter's wonderful studly cock, 
getting it slick with my saliva before concentrating on the head, which 
brought an involuntary surge of his man-meat in my mouth.  Peter resumed 
talking -- something about a buy-out.  As he droned on, I began fucking 
his dick with my face.  I could taste his silky pre-cum and suspected it 
would not take long.  Still talking, he slid further down in the seat 
and grasped my head with both hands and impaled my face on his spear.  
His cock slid down my practiced throat and I held my breath until he 
pulled back.  Peter hushed for a moment, then once more he drove his 
dick into my face, and I felt his dick head flare.  He gushed, and I 
knew from experience that he would let loose four to six strong bursts.  
It was only through a lot of practice that I didn't strangle on his huge 
wads of cum. When he came in my throat like that, it felt like my 
stomach was being squirted by a water hose.  I didn't so much as swallow 
as just open up -- the cum just seemed to shoot all the way down.

After he came, he let go of my head and relaxed as I licked around his 
shaft and head to sop a tiny bit of spilt cum.  By the time I finished, 
he was limp and relaxed and talking business again as I gave his cock a 
final kiss and put it back into his pants.

When I rose to take my seat, I noticed Sam was sporting a huge bulge in 
his pants.  But his face was scarlet and he quickly looked away.  The 
three Japanese visitors were looking in three different directions, 
floor, ceiling and window, trying to avoid looking at me.  They too were 
tenting.

Then Peter said to the visitors, "Forgive me; I failed to properly 
introduce Dale, my personal assistant. As you saw, he takes very good 
care of me.  During your visit, Dale is at your disposal anytime, day or 
night."

The car slowed and pulled into a secure underground garage and parked 
next to Peter's private elevator.  We were at Peter's office tower.  

"No need for you and Sam to come up," Peter said to me.  "We won't be 
long."

The driver left the engine running, keeping the air conditioning going, 
but got out to stretch and smoke.  

"Kee-rist, kid!  You get paid to suck his cock?"  Sam was looking at me 
with disgust but his pants told another story.

I smiled and held his gaze.  "Peter pays me to do a number of things.  
My job is to see that he's happy."

"I don't see how you could do a thing like that -- it's so humiliating!"

"Well, it might be if I gave a shit about public opinion, but 
fortunately I don't and the money's extremely good," I said. "Plus, I 
love my work -- I'm a great cocksucker and not a bad fuck."

Sam's bulge looked painful in his tight trousers.  I paused a moment and 
asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Hey! What do you mean by that? You think I'm queer, is that it?"

I didn't want the big guy to get violent, so I said, "No -- I never said 
you were gay.  I'd be an idiot to insult you!  But if you let me suck 
your cock, it doesn't mean you're gay -- I would just be servicing you. 
But, either way, it's okay. Just asking."

Ken, the driver, had walked away to talk with another chauffeur.  Sam 
sat there fuming for several minutes.  Then he said, "What if the boss 
catches us?"

"Peter won't mind, I assure you," I said softly, placing my hand on his 
basket.  

I slid out of the seat and onto the floor in front of him.  Sam was a 
Hoss Cartwright lookalike with pure muscle.  I unzipped his pants and 
pulled out his six-inch cock that was fatter than most.  He groaned and 
bucked as I uncapped him and took it into my mouth and swirled my tongue 
around his pungent head.  

The way he was moving around in reaction to my ministrations I had to 
grasp his shaft with my right hand to hold his dick in place.  I 
lavished attention all around his head, probing everywhere, then took 
him into my throat until his pubic hair tickled my nose.  I played with 
his balls and pumped his rod until he began coating my tongue with 
pre-cum.

"Say, uh... do you really like to fuck?"

"Sam, I'd like to do *anything* you want. Come here and fuck me til I 
scream."  I swallowed his dick again and lathered it up.  He pulled my 
head away and a long cord of pre-cum followed my lips for a second and 
snapped.

"Pull your pants down," he commanded.

I slipped out of my tee shirt and jogging shorts, which I wear with no 
underwear, and got down on all fours on the limo floor.  I removed my 
butt plug, which keeps me nice and open for Peter, and inserted a finger 
to see if the lube I splash in my hole four times a day was still fresh.  
I heard Sam undo his belt and slide his pants down.  An inexperienced 
male whore would have called it brutal: he slammed into me, burying his 
dick to the hilt.  Figuring that Sam was the kinda guy that likes to 
dominate and hurt, I faked a squeal of pain.  But his cock felt good 
inside me, and I felt my own dick get rigid as he picked up a steady 
rhythm of plunging to my depths then pulling nearly all the way out.  As 
I expected, it took Sam only a minute before he was ready.  I helped by 
driving my ass harder onto his cock.  I felt drops of sweat fall on my 
back, then my insides began to feel fuller and wet.  I held still as he 
wiggled his cock around and thrust a few more times, then he pulled out.

Sam was too exhausted to pull his pants up.  He leaned over by the air 
vent and closed his eyes.  His face was bathed in sweat and his dick 
continued to dribble a small amount of cum, some of it dropping to the 
leather upholstery.

The back door on my side opened.  It was Ken, the driver.

"Oh, sorry Dale," he said.  Sam sat up and yanked up his trousers.  
"It's okay, Sam.  Dale's kind enough to help us all out every now and 
then."  I felt Ken's finger trail down my slit.  "My-my, you're dripping 
everywhere," he said.  He removed his silk handkerchief and wiped the 
cum from my hole.

"Thanks, sweetie," I said, and wiggled my ass seductively.

I slipped on my shorts just as the elevator opened.  Peter and the three 
Japanese emerged and Ken began opening doors.  A hostess with a steaming 
carafe of sake followed behind the executives.

As we all got settled in, Peter erected a small lift-up table and 
brought out sake cups and then poured.

"We certainly have cause to celebrate today, gentlemen," Peter said. 
"This deal will make us the largest computer firm in the nation."  He 
raised his sake, as did the Japanese, and drank.

I noticed that the older Japanese man sitting in the middle seat 
directly across from me was gazing at me.  After a moment, Peter said, 
"Mr. Oshemoto.  Please.  Feel free to do as you like."  

Oshemoto bowed slightly to Peter, then pulled his pants off.  Oshemoto, 
I reckoned, was about 60 but had the pecker of a young stud.  Without a 
word, I again slipped out of my jogging shorts and crossed over to his 
seat and straddled his lap. I kissed him full on the mouth, and he 
pinched my tits lightly with one hand and pumped my cock with his other.  
I reached behind me and guided his 8-inch tool up my chute and began 
sliding up and down on his oriental pole.  I heard the rustle of 
clothing and sensed movement beside us, then hands gently leaned me 
backwards until I was resting on a pop-up ottoman.  A ball sack and 
erect cock was directly above my face, and as Oshemoto pounded by ass I 
felt a mouth engulf my dick.

I slurped in the cock above me, noting that it must belong to the 
younger of the three.  He pulled back and dropped his nuts onto my lips 
and I bathed each one with my tongue before darting my tongue behind the 
sack and into the musky crevice of his hole.  I began rimming him and 
pressing my tongue as far inside as I could. My own as was getting a 
tremendous fucking, and the mouth on my cock was bringing me close to 
orgasm.  The man above me shifted and his penis entered my mouth and 
throat, and he fucked my face furiously until she shot five times.  I 
drank every drop.  I felt the steady pounding at my hole get more 
urgent, then I came in the unseen person's mouth.  Just as I came, my 
asshole muscles squeezed Oshemoto's dick tightly, and he gushed.

By the time we pulled into the long driveway of Peter's mansion, the 
sake was gone and there were smiles all round.  Somehow, the Japanese 
visitors lost their "inscrutable reserve."  I was the last out of the 
car and, again, Ken took his silk handkerchief and wiped excess cum from 
my butt as I pulled on the shorts.  He was about to put it back into his 
pocket when he paused, brought it to his nose and inhaled.

I rubbed his cheek and kissed him.  "Keep your motor running," I said, 
rubbing his dick.  "My job's to make all Peter's men happy."