Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2013 15:10:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Julia Finds a Secretary (lesbian/Authoritarian, dom, oral face sitting, F/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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              Julia Finds a Secretary
                        By
                       Jan

	I grew up in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas, Plano
to be exact.  My name is Julia Boulder, and I was a
typical blonde headed, blue eyed mix of Irish and
Scot descent.  I have to admit that I had to wear
glasses by the time I was twenty.  My father was an
executive in the oil industry.

	As I grew up I generally led the life of a spoiled
young girl: member of my high school and college
cheerleader squads, and popular clubs, but was still
smart enough to earn a masters degree in business.
My family gave me a large wedding when I got
married to the man of my dreams, thinking that all
was going to go very well according to expectations
with their promising young girl.

	My husband and I were both very ambitious, and
we maliciously worked our way up the corporate
ladders of our respective businesses until we were
both executives in upper management.  Neither of us
was concerned about having a family with children
yet.  I had remained on the pill to prevent an
unwanted pregnancy from interrupting my career.
Thanks to the pill we enjoyed a fulfilling sex life.  At
least that was what I thought.

	Time passed and before I knew it I was 43.
About that time I accidently I found out that my
husband was having an affair with another woman.  As
I looked a bit deeper into his activities, I learned
that his business trips were primarily opportunities
for him to shack up with a younger woman.

	It was a devastating blow, obviously, and I went
through the typical phases of anger and self-
recrimination, and eventually resolved to end the
marriage.  Luckily my company, Crayton Ltd, is very
understanding about my situation, and they even paid,
and still pays, for my rent in a luxurious downtown
condominium.

	The only thing that eventually made my life
uncomfortable was the lack of a sexual outlet.  If
nothing else my ex-husband had been good in bed.
With each passing day I became increasingly more
sexually frustrated.  I was in no hurry to get involved
with another man though.  Somehow I was still in the
rosy fantasy that someplace out there was my very
own mister right.  So at first I tried to satisfy my
lust with masturbation, but that turned out to be was
unsatisfactory.

	About that time my personal secretary resigned
to become a stay at home mother, to raise her
newborn daughter.  So, I had to start looking for a
new secretary.  I quickly went through the secretary
pool, but none of the ones coming up were capable of
being my secretary.  I was forced to advertise in the
trade papers for an 'Executive Secretary,' with the
qualifications I needed.

	I had never experimented with lesbian sex
before, but some of the women I interviewed more or
less openly flirted with me.  One evening, while having
a Scotch and mineral water in a cocktail lounge near
my condo, a very good looking woman approached me.
I assumed that she was about thirty years old.  She
struck up a conversation with me, and after a few
drinks she begged me to accompany her to her place.
As she did, she seductively placed her hand on my
thigh.  It was obvious what she wanted.  I had to
think about it for a little while, but finally I decided
to accept.

	We made our way to her apartment.  When we
came to her place I realized what a dark haired
beauty she actually was.  She offered me another
drink, and it didn't take long before we got around to
doing something more, with her starting to hug and
kiss me.  The woman surprised me by admitting that
she was a genuine submissive, and most of all wanted
to assume the role as my sex slave.  She said as
openly and matter-of-factly as though she was going
to do my shopping for me.  With my experience as an
executive, and my natural pre-disposition to be in
charge, I found that it was in fact quite natural for
me to assume the dominant role in sexual acts.  I
actually had her perform a decent striptease in front
of me before allowing her to suck my tits, before she
was allowed to getting down on her knees to eat my
pussy.  There was no thought of me reciprocating.  It
felt kind of natural to be on the receiving end, and
sensing that she felt more than happy to be the one
providing all of the pleasure.  Afterward I got
dressed and went home, satisfied in more ways than
one..

	For quite a while after that I had a lot to think
about.  It had been exceptionally gratifying to take
the role of the dominant bitch.  Consequently, keeping
in mind what I was looking for, it was very easy for
me to take the next step, and place an ad in a lesbian
erotica newspaper.  It stated that I was looking for a
professional executive secretary willing to be a
submissive sexual surrogate.  If the applicant proved
to be a qualified executive secretary the salary would
be commensurate.

	I didn't actually expect to have much response
from the ad.  After all, Dallas isn't known as a hot
bed of lesbian activity, I reasoned to myself, at least
not very many of the beautiful and charming kind.
So, I was pleasantly amazed by the number of
responses my ad actually received.

	I promptly set about interviewing some of them
for the job.  Of course I preferred the young, good
looking ones to come demonstrate their secretary
skills.  Of all of the applicants only five of them were
proficient secretaries.  That was still more than what
I had hoped for.  I couldn't wait to run through the
second round of interviews.  I made it plain to them
that they would be conducted at my condo.

	It was very exciting to have these young women
come up to my apartment, and greet them at my front
door wearing nothing but thigh high leather boots
with five inch steel shank heels.  Their reaction was
to be obviously thrilled, to say the least, and I could
almost hear their hearts thumping in their chests as
I led them to the room overlooking the golf course,
where, I assumed a regal posture in a high backed
leather chairs.  I almost surprised myself by how
gratifying it was to be in complete control of the
situation.  I had each one of them suck my breasts
before proceeding to kneel down between my legs and
eat my overheated pussy.  I found the interviews
very gratifying, and I had thunderous orgasms in
their mouths before they were done.

	After they left I would make critical
evaluations about each girl's skill as a secretary and
as a sexual partner.  I eliminated them one by one
until I selected a 21-year-old, named Sarah.  She was
an excellent secretary, first and foremost, but she
was also a very erotic looking sexual thing.  I learned
that she was a mix of French and Vietnamese.  Her
family had fled Vietnam when the U.S. pulled out in
1975.  They were among the people that were known
as the boat people, because they fled the country in
anything that floated, and had to be rescued at high
sea.  Her family eventually settled in Houston and
became shrimp fishermen.  The family struggled to
put their granddaughter, named Sarah, through
school, through hard work they managed to see her
through.

	She was a slender beauty, with long slick black
hair, and big brown eyes.  She had a strong oriental
look, but she had enough French blood in her veins to
make her eyes and nose more of a classic dark
European beauty.  I found her to be more than willing
to learn all of the arts of oral service to a proper
lady, without expecting reciprocation, as I had
requested.

	I informed her that she would be my personal
assistant, in both professional and private matters,
and when I went on to inform her what she would be
paid, she was overwhelmed.  She really couldn't thank
me enough.  I assured her that if she did as well as I
expected from her, she would earn every penny.  I
set her up in small apartment in my condominium
building, just for the sake of appearances.

	At work her office was just outside my office,
of course.  I soon developed a habit of going to work
without underwear, just so that I could call her into
my office and have her slip under my desk to suck my
pussy anytime I needed a release.  She knew that
anytime she was summoned to my office, to have a
pool secretary to take her replace at her desk, it was
to ensure that no one could barge in on us while I was
setting back, getting my pussy expertly eaten.

	Her duties certainly didn't stop at the end of
the workday.  When we got home, she actually spent
very little time in her own apartment.  Her duties
included undressing me and bathing me.  We ate out a
lot, but sometimes she cooked dinner for us in my
apartment.  On the occasions when I was required to
spend nights in hotels on business, I made sure my
personal assistant was always with me.  If I wasn't
planning on an evening out, she would entertain me
anyway I liked.

	A typical evening often started with me
selecting something erotic to wear, like a leather
pushup merry widow corset with suspenders to hold
up dark nylons.  (I think fishnet nylons look too
fucking cheap.)  If I'm wearing nylons, I wouldn't
think of wearing boots.  Black patent-leather pointed
toe pumps are called for.  There is something about
having my ample breasts held up without inhibiting my
nipples.

	Sarah is such a dear.  She washes the dishes
before joining me in my bedroom.  Clothes for her
were optional as far as I was concerned.  The French
maid uniform was always fun, and looked especially
great on her dark features, but seeing her stark
naked was just as good.

	Like most Oriental women she had an aversion
to getting suntanned.  In their culture being
suntanned is typically a sign of being a common
laborer.  Just the same her skin was a flawless
Oriental shade of brown all over.  Her smart little
breasts were capped with small brown areolas with
pointed little nipples that didn't need a bra to hold
them up.  As slim as she was, nature or good breeding
had given her wide, delightful hips.  When she held
her legs together, you could still see daylight shining
between her thighs.  Like so many other women of
Oriental erigin, her pubic hair was straight and as
black as her raven hair.  All of it pointed in the
direction of her brown lipped cunt.  Just looking at
her naked body was enough to make me horny.

	If I was in a particularly bitchy mood, I would
have her lie on the day lounge in my bedroom, so that
I could straddle her head.  I really enjoyed face
sitting her.  Oxygen deprivation was a real turn-on
for both of us.  She turned out to be a natural at
using her tongue on my pussy and asshole to give me
immense pleasure.  It would always end with her
bringing me to a shattering orgasm by eating my
pussy.

	As I learned more about being a dominatrix, I
found many new ways that added to the thrill of
dominating a sexy submissive young lady.  I found it
very gratifying to piss on her, and make her drink my
piss before allowing her to bathe me.  Again, having
that much control of a girl was a real power trip for
me.

	Just the same I kept diluting myself for a long
time, convincing myself that I was looking for Mr.
Right.

	The longer we were together the more Sarah
became attached to me.  There seemed to be no
limits to what she would do to please me.  One night
after bringing me to a mind blowing orgasm she
professed, "Julia, I love you more than anything in
this world!"

	I was stunned for a moment, because I had
never expected anything more than a professional
attitude from her.

	No male would ever provide the sexual
graduation that Sarah gave me, but I couldn't say
that I loved her.  The realization shocked me for a
short time.

	When I recovered from the realization that
Sarah loved me, I had to decide if I wanted to live
with that, or replace her with a new secretary.

	Dallas, Texas is such a red neck bastion of the
good old boys club.  If they had their way women
would be nothing but chattel of their husbands.  In
Texas until the last quarter of the last century if a
man killed his wife for infidelity it was justifiable
homicide, but if a wife killed her husband for the
same thing she would be charged with homicide.

	There was the possibility that I could lose my
job if it became common knowledge that I was
fucking my executive secretary, and I'm sure that
there was some sort of law that would allow the local
prosecutor to charge me with being a sexual deviate.
Just the same I couldn't bring myself to end the
relationship before making sure she wouldn't blow the
whistle on me.

	Even though I had never thought of myself as a
lesbian, because I didn't perform any sexual act on
Sarah, I came to realize that it would look like I was.
I had to find a way to solve the problem.  The first
thing was to convince Sarah that it would be
impossible for her to continue working for me at the
office.  She was an excellent secretary, so it was no
problem to transfer her to another executive.

	I advertised for a new executive secretary.
Only this time I picked a more mature woman that
had no interest in a personal relationship beyond
servicing my needs.

	I did eventually come to grips with the fact
that I was a lesbian though.  I would have thought
the smell of a warm pussy would have repulsed me,
but in fact it excited me beyond my wildest dreams.
I was fascinated with all of the ways to make a
woman cum.  Just the same I never moved another
secretary into my building.

	I met other dominatrix's and learned how to
control my submissive girls.  I even bought myself a
dildo and a harness that I could either hand hold to
fuck them or strap it on to fuck them.  Every time I
have to travel on business, I bring along a dutiful
submissive.  It is practically a dominatrix wet dream
for me to party with a submissive girl in my hotel
room.  As I became more comfortable with my
position of power within the company I became less
concerned about anyone figuring out my relationship
with my executive secretaries.

	It was common knowledge in the secretary pool
that when one of their members had to relive my
secretary, they were servicing me.  I'm sure that the
board was aware of what was going on, but as long as
I kept making them money they were willing to turn a
blind eye to my behavior.



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