The Obliging Secretary

The Obliging Secretary

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Samantha Baldwin is a legal secretary working in an old fashioned London legal practice. She appears prim and proper, but looks are decieving! When top client Richard Farthing needs some urgent work completing, she stays late to deliver him more than just some legal documents. This leads to her working for him and encountering many sexual adventures. (Following some positive feedback I am turning this into a longer story. I hope you like the adventures of Samantha Baldwin. Let me know what you think, comments as always gratefully received.) PS sorry about the formatting, no matter what I try this ridiculous editor seems to have a mind of its own!

Summary

Samantha Baldwin is a legal secretary working in an old fashioned London legal practice. She appears prim and proper, but looks are decieving! When top client Richard Farthing needs some urgent work completing, she stays late to deliver him more than just some legal documents. This leads to her working for him and encountering many sexual adventures.

(Following some positive feedback I am turning this into a longer story. I hope you like the adventures of Samantha Baldwin. Let me know what you think, comments as always gratefully received.)

PS sorry about the formatting, no matter what I try this ridiculous editor seems to have a mind of its own!

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Obliging Secretary - Staying Late

Author Chapter Note

Samantha Baldwin is a legal secretary working in an old fashioned London legal practice. She appears prim and proper, but looks are decieving! When top client Richard Farthing needs some urgent work completing, she stays late to deliver him more than just some legal documents (I could turn this into a series, there are lots of possible new adventures Sam could have. Leave a comment if you want to read more...).

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 18, 2014

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The Obliging Secretary
 
It was 4pm and the balding, rather rotund, 64 year old lawyer, Stanley Rowbotham, was seated at his highly polished antique walnut wood desk in his office listening to perhaps his top client on the telephone.
 
"So, the bottom line is Stanley, the meeting has been brought forward to tomorrow in New York," the caller was saying, "I'm really sorry to drop this on you at short notice my friend, but I'm afraid I really need those contracts amended and ready for me to pick up tonight. I'm booked on an early morning flight tomorrow to JFK out of Heathrow. Can you get them done in time?"
 
"It's a bit of a tall order Richard old chap," Stanley replied. "The amendments are noted of course but need typing up. I will have to ask Miss Baldwin how long it it will take her to do that. I'm not sure she can complete it in normal working hours. Let me see if she's prepared to stay late and do them for you. I'll ring you back shortly."
Stanley put down the phone and sighed as he rose heavily from his antique leather office chair, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle from his waistcoat and fiddling with his bow tie as he crossed the office. 'Why was everything needed in such a rush these days?', he asked himself as he exited his office to talk to his secretary. He was a dying breed was Stanley, an 'old school' lawyer running an old fashioned practice. The 21st century had taken poor Stanley a bit by surprise and he was rather looking forward to retiring in a few months. Things were just not the same anymore.
 
"Miss Baldwin, I'm afraid I need to ask a favour of you...." He addressed his secretary, who was sat at her desk in the adjoining office. He proceeded to tell her of the challenge their client, Richard Farthing, had set them.
Samantha Baldwin looked every inch the professional legal secretary. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a tight pinned bun on the back of her head and coupled with her looking over the top of her reading glasses perched halfway down her elegant nose, it gave her face a rather stern look. Add in her tight white, perfectly pressed blouse, grey cardigan, grey skirt, black tights and low heeled black shoes dressing her tall, slim frame she looked very prim and proper, every inch the type of no nonsense secretary you would expect Stanley Rowbotham to have, and she looked far older than her 29 years.
 
As Stanley explained their predicament, Samantha squeezed her thighs together at the very mention of Richard Farthing's name, a spark igniting in her loins as his vision entered her mind. She gave no outward sign to Stanley that she was instantly fantasising about screwing their most handsome as well as most wealthy client, instead replying in a calm and professional manner.
 
"Of course, Mr Rowbotham, that's not a problem," she replied in her rather well to do schooled accent, "I'll stay and finish the contracts. Tell Mr Farthing to call about 7pm. I should be finished by then."
 
"Oh, thank you Miss Baldwin, you're such a dear. What would I do without you? I will of course make sure you are paid the overtime."
 
Samantha smiled to herself as Stanley returned to his office to telephone Richard Farthing and give him the good news. If it had been any other client she might well have refused to stay, but the chance to meet with Richard Farthing alone was too good an opportunity to miss. How she was going to make the most of that opportunity she had no idea at that moment, but at least she had a few hours to work that out.
 
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At 5:30pm Stanley Rowbotham came out of his office with his rain coat on over his suit jacket and carrying his old but well cared for leather briefcase in his hand. Samantha looked up from her typing at her computer and smiled at him. She often thought Stanley only needed a bowler hat and they would be back in 1950's London. But she loved him dearly, he was a sweet man and a joy to work for. The whole working environment was a total contrast to her 'other personality' outside the office. In here, in office hours, she was Miss Prim and Proper and it gave a healthy balance to her rather, let's say 'active' social life. If Stanley knew what she got up to outside of the office he would most probably die of shock. His old school outlook would most definitely not be able to cope.
 
"Are you sure you don't need me to stay Miss Baldwin?" Stanley asked her looking extremely guilty at leaving her working while he caught his train home.
 
"Of course not Mr Rowbotham, you get yourself home. I only need to hand these over to Mr Farthing, it doesn't need two of us does it? You go and enjoy your evening and I'll see you tomorrow."
 
"Thank you Miss Baldwin, I really don't deserve you. I hope Mr Farthing doesn't keep you too long."
 
'I hope he does.....' Samantha thought to herself, but out loud replied "I'm sure he will be prompt Mr Rowbotham. Now go, you'll miss your train."
 
Stanley disappeared out of the door to join the evening rush of people on the usual mass commute home, leaving Samantha alone in the office as she settled back to work to finish amending the contracts. About an hour later they were all complete, printed, neatly bound and sitting on her desk waiting for Richard Farthing. 
 
With 30 minutes to spare before he was due to arrive, Samantha relaxed. 'Oh, Richard Farthing.....' she mused, her thoughts returning to the client now her work was complete. How damn sexy she thought he was. Up to now so out of reach, because as a client of Stanley's he was outside her social circle and she never imagined she would get a chance to have him alone with her. She fully intended to seduce him if at all possible. Perhaps if things went well she could fulfil one of her fantasies of being fucked over Stanley's antique desk! Samantha's mind was going into sexual overdrive as she day dreamed of Richard, his tall, lithe frame hinting at a well toned body, his chiselled jaw with its perpetual unshaven look, his striking blue eyes and tousled fair hair. So damn sexy.... She leant back in her chair and her hand slipped under the hem of her skirt to rub herself through her panties as she created her image. God she was horny. Her fingers slipped inside her panties and she closed her eyes as she rubbed her clitoris,  imagining that it was Richard's fingers doing it to her. She was becoming very wet and her fingers slipped into her pussy. Within minutes she gasped as a small orgasm relieved her sexual tension for the moment.
 
With Richard expected at 7pm, Samantha went to the office bathroom to freshen up. She unpinned her blonde hair, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders, brushing it out until it straightened and was shining. She removed her glasses, took off her cardigan, undid a couple of buttons on her blouse to reveal the plump rise of her breasts, applied some make up and sprayed an alluring perfume to her neck and cleavage. Appraising herself in the mirror she now looked at her transformation. The simple changes made a dramatic effect; now she looked like Miss Sexy Secretary rather than the prudish incarnation of a few minutes before. She giggled to herself as she wondered what Stanley would say if he came back. More to the point though, would Richard approve? He had only previously seen Miss Prim and Proper. She was hoping the change would have the desired effect on him.
 
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At 7pm on the dot Richard Farthing buzzed the intercom on the door of the building of Rowbotham & Son, Practitioners of Law, and waited for a reply. Shortly after Samantha's voice came from the speaker.
 
"Rowbotham's, can I help you?"
 
"It's Richard Farthing to collect my contracts," he replied into the speaker, his voice rich, smooth, confident and powerful.
 
"Come up, Mr Farthing, I'm expecting you." Samantha's voice replied and the door buzzed as she released the remote lock. Richard pushed the door open and walked in, heading for the stairs to the first floor offices of Rowbotham's. Mounting the stairs two at a time he was quickly opening the door of his lawyers rooms.
 
As he entered he caught his breath, stopped dead in his tracks by the vision before him, staring open mouthed in amazement. At first he thought the firm had employed a new person, but then realised the rather gorgeous lady leaning against her desk was in fact the usually prim and proper Miss Baldwin.
 
"Anything wrong Mr Farthing?" Samantha asked him, a coy smile curling her luscious red painted lips.
 
"Err, no, nothing, I, err, just didn't recognise you for a moment Miss Baldwin." It wasn't often Richard Farthing was taken aback or lost for words, but tonight was one of those rare occasions.
 
"Oh, don't you approve?" she asked innocently, looking herself up and down, "It is after hours after all and I was just getting myself ready to go out."
 
"No, oh no, quite the opposite, Miss Baldwin. You look....... fantastic!"
 
"Well thank you. And please call me Samantha. It is as I say, after hours isn't it?"
 
"Yes indeed.....Samantha.." Richard was quite flustered, trying to make sense of the usually staid Miss Baldwin's behaviour. Was she coming on to him? He wasn't sure, but if she was, he wouldn't object. What a difference, she was looking so sexy. He struggled within his brain to find something next to say.
 
"Thank you very much for staying late and finishing my contracts. I really do appreciate it you know," he managed to say, remembering his manners.
 
"Do you? How nice of you to say. It was no problem, honestly. Anything for my favourite client." She half smiled as she emphasised the 'favourite' and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. She could see Richard was now fidgeting uncomfortably, not sure what to do. She could see he wouldn't take the initiative so decided to do so herself. 
 
"You look like you have had a bit of a stressful day, Richard," she said in a sexy husky voice, using his first name. "Would you like me to help you to relax a bit?" 
 
Samantha pushed away from the position she had been in since Richard arrived, which was half leaning, half sitting on the edge of her desk, leaning back slightly on outstretched arms causing her breasts to push out tightly against the fabric of her blouse, accentuating the shape of her hips and bottom and curving her long nylon clad legs. She stepped forward towards him, her hips swaying sensuously and ran her index finger lightly down his shirt front from his chest to his waist, her eyes fixed on his with a flirtatious expression on her face. Her finger traced on down to his groin and her hand turned to cup his manhood in her palm. If he was in any doubt as to her intentions before he was now fully aware of what she wanted. He gulped. She could feel his cock swelling under her touch through his trousers.
 
Samantha dropped to her knees and in seconds her nimble fingers had unbuckled his trousers, popped the button and pulled down the zip. She reached in and extracted his cock from its constraint within his briefs and it sprang forth in front of her face, long, thick and engorged. It exceeded her fantasy and she groaned with desire.
 
"Samantha, really, I don't think...." he stuttered.
 
"Shh, don't worry, it's just us here. Enjoy...." she whispered. She lent her head forward and engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue over it, savouring the salty taste. With a bobbing of her head she started to suck him, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could fit and proceeded to give him the blow job of his life. He groaned loudly as her lips and tongue teased over his member giving him the utmost pleasure, feeling the head slide down her throat. Before very long he was on the verge of blowing his load.
 
"Oh, God, Samantha, please stop, you will make me cum...." he groaned.
 
Sam just looked up at him with her lust filled blue eyes, grasped the root of his cock in her hand and pumped it quite fast, the head of his cock still being sucked firmly in her mouth and massaged by her tongue. He shouted out loud as he came and pumped his thick hot streaks into her throat, which she swallowed with the utmost glee. She continued to suck him until every drop had been captured by her swirling tongue. Finally releasing him Sam gave a little giggle. "That was fun..." she exclaimed. Sam stood and looked at the still incredulous expression on Richard's face, smiling wickedly at his evident shock.
 
"Your turn now, come in here," she purred at him, taking him by the hand and leading him into Stanley's office. Stanley always completely cleared his desk every evening and there was absolutely nothing on the highly polished surface of his impressive robust piece of furniture. Sam turned to face Richard again and saucily bit her bottom lip as she undid the fastening at the hem of her grey skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. The black tights people assumed the staid Miss Baldwin wore were not; they were actually stockings, held in place by a lacy black suspender belt. Earlier in the bathroom Sam had removed her panties and now stood before Richard displaying her pussy framed by the stockings and suspenders. He groaned again at the erotic beauty before him.
 
Samantha raised herself to sit her bottom on Stanley's polished desk, kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet up too so she was sitting like a frog, spreading her legs wide and showing Richard her glistening wet pussy, shaved except for a small dark blonde strip running vertically up from just above her clitoris.
 
"Kiss me Richard...." she breathed huskily. She didn't mean her mouth. Richard dropped to his knees, so his head was level with Samantha's pussy and buried his face between her awesome milk white thighs as she leant back on straight arms. His lips and tongue went to work on her pussy with the same enthusiasm that she had given to him, orally stimulating delicious feelings within her. She gasped and whimpered as his tongue danced over her clitoris sending bursts of pleasure to build within her, recognising that Richard was no slouch in the oral sex department and that he was very quickly going to make her cum.
 
"Oh, yes, fuck Richard, keep doing that......" she gasped. Richard did, making her writhe and push her pussy eagerly to his mouth until with a sob escaping her lips her orgasm burst forth, racking her body with delicious contractions. Richard kept eating her, the evidence of her arousal coating his mouth.
 
"Fuck me now," Samantha suddenly demanded, the need to feel his cock filling her and stretching her overriding the pleasures his tongue was still giving her, "bend me over the desk and fuck me hard."
 
Samantha slipped off the desk and turned to face it, bending over the polished surface and offering her shapely arse to Richard. He thought it was probably the most beautiful, sexy sight he had ever seen, her firm round bottom, the suspenders, the exposed tops of her delicious white thighs over the black stocking tops and her wet pussy lips glistening with love juice peeping out between her legs. His cock was rock hard again and he knew just where to put it.
 
Quickly dispatching his trousers and briefs to drop to his ankles, Richard guided his cock to her ready, wanting pussy and thrust in to her from behind. Samantha gasped as he filled her, her pussy stretching open to accommodate his girth and she was making quite a noise as he started to fuck her hard, his body slapping into her upper thighs and bottom with a rhythmic smacking. Sliding his hand under her belly Richard's fingers sought her clitoris and started to rub her with circular motions. Samantha gave a strangled scream as Richards expertise quickly brought her to another stunning climax, her orgasm cramping her muscles with the intensity of the pulses. Richard pulled out of her and span her round, pulling her to him to kiss her.
 
"God, you are the sexiest woman I have ever come across," he growled as they came apart, his hands roaming over her body. Her blouse was frustrating him and he nearly tore the buttons off as he undid it until finally it could be pulled from her upper body to expose her firm breasts in their lacy white bra. He bent his head and kissed the firm pushed up mounds as his hands sought the clasp in the middle of her back. The bra came undone and he ripped it off, desperate to see her fully naked breasts. He wasn't disappointed with the soft mounds with hard pink nipples and he sucked each one in to his mouth, swapping over and over to tease and suck the nipples in turn.
 
Finally letting her go, Richard got rid of the rest of his clothes that were restricting his movement and climbed up on the table to lay full out on his back, the table feeling cold initially on his hot skin.
 
"Ride me, beautiful," he instructed Samantha.
 
Instantly obeying, Samantha climbed up after him, her knees in her stockings finding little purchase on the highly polished surface of the desk, but she managed to throw her leg over his body to straddle him. Rising up straight she guided his cock with her hand to her pussy and sank herself down on it, the whole length slipping inside her until she could feel Richard's balls pressed against her bottom. Then she started to raise and thrust with her hips, slipping his cock in and out of her. Richard grasped her hips and helped her, pushing her up and pulling her down hard again as he pushed up in time, her clitoris jamming down into his pubic bone to send bolts of pleasure into her with each thrust. Samantha's hands went almost unconsciously to her own breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and twisting the nipples to add even more stimulation to the delightful feelings in the pit of her stomach. Orgasm three was not far away as she rode and ground her pussy on Richards thrusting cock.
 
The visual effect on Richard was almost as overwhelming as the exquisite feeling of his cock slipping in and out of Samantha's tight pussy. He watched intently as his manhood disappeared and came back into view, massaged by the beautiful pink folds of her sex. He watched Samantha's breasts bounce and swing in rhythm with their fucking, until her hands closed over them momentarily to squeeze her flesh, then reappeared and recommenced their gymnastics as she released them to stroke her hands down her body to her thighs. He felt his balls tighten as his own orgasm started to come closer.
 
Suddenly Samantha jammed herself down, ramming Richard's cock as far inside her as she could get it and ground her hips in a circular motion to rub her clitoris against him. She squealed, tilting her head back as the orgasm hit her. Richard watched her cum then lifted her up off his cock so he could thrust up into her and fucked her at pace for a minute to tip himself over the edge. She cried out continuously as he abused her climaxing pussy until he himself grunted loudly and filled her full of his cum, emptying the remaining contents of his balls deep within her.
 
As the orgasms subsided Samantha collapsed gasping over Richard, her hair cascading over his face. He wrapped his arms round her and stroked her perspiring skin as they both recovered their breath and came down from their highs. Eventually Samantha rose up again and looked down at Richard, who could feel their combined wetness trickling down his scrotum as his cock withered inside Sam, releasing the juices to flow out.
 
"I hope that wet doesn't damage Stanley's table," Richard commented drily. Samantha's face took on a look of mild panic.
 
"Oh my, I hadn't thought of that!" She jumped off and slid to the floor and Richard followed. He felt the skin on his back sticking slightly to the hard surface of the table with the moisture from his perspiration as he rose. They looked at the piece of furniture, the outline of Richard's back and buttocks matting the polish and a drip of semen pooling on the surface.
 
"Oops!" Sam laughed. "I guess I better polish that before I leave. I think it will be OK." They gathered up their clothes and used the respective male/female bathrooms to clean up. 
 
Meeting again in the office Richard walked up behind Samantha, folded his arms around her again as she was cleaning Mr Rowbotham's desk and posed her a question.
 
"Thank you Samantha, that was fantastic. Have you ever thought about changing jobs? I would love to have you as my secretary."
 
"Really? Well, Mr Rowbotham is selling the practice and retiring soon and I was thinking of moving on when he goes. Are you serious?"
 
"Very! Just think of the fun we could have! I love your double persona. I'm thinking you could be my strict, straight PA in normal work, frightening the life out of my working counterparts and keeping me in order. And then this you, the fringe benefits you, which we can enjoy together and perhaps as leverage in certain difficult business deals all over the world. What do you think?"
 
"That sounds very interesting Mr Farthing," Samantha replied, cocking her head and smiling at the thought.
 
"Well, how about I take you to dinner and we can discuss it further, Miss Baldwin?"
 
"I would like that very much, thank you."
 
OK, great, let's go then," he said walking to open the door.
 
Samantha gathered her things and started to follow, then stopped and span round quickly.
 
"What's the matter?" Richard asked.
 
"I wouldn't be making a great start at being your new PA if I allowed you to forget these," she said, gathering up and waving the contracts he had come to collect.
 
"Oh, yes! I had quite forgotten that's what I came here for!" They were laughing together as they left the office, Samantha excited at the possible new avenue for adventure that had just opened up.


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