Getting Off with Office Sluts

Getting Off at the Office

I knew that Amy’s kid wasn’t mine, I’d known I was infertile since high school, but I also didn’t really care. I wasn’t the kind of guy who got super jealous about what his wife was doing, and I also didn’t have what you might call “fatherly instincts.” I was more than happy to let some dumb high school kid squirt his cum inside her as long as it made her happy. And, if I ever wanted to divorce her, I had a built in excuse. What was more important to me was that I was able to keep getting off when I wanted. Amy being pregnant meant she wasn’t really interested in sex, and terrified of hurting the baby when she was, so I began to look elsewhere to get my rocks off. I’d called up ex-girlfriends and fucked them in hotel rooms, picked up girls at bars for a night of no-feelings sex, and even called up super high tier escorts when I felt like really getting freaky. But I’d never thought of sleeping with any of the girls at my office where I was a vice-president, even though there are so many who are young, dumb, and sexy as hell.

That was before Cassie became my secretary. Cassie was about 22 years old, give or take one. She wasn’t really my type, I had always liked busty blondes with serious edges, but Cassie was skinny with defined hips and tits that were on the small side of B-cup. She was gorgeous though, dark haired, olive-skinned, and freckly, with a constant cheeriness and bubbly nature. I hardly noticed her for the first few months, but when summer hit she began to show off more and more skin in sundresses and tank tops. She rarely wore a bra. We began to flirt more and more, and she became almost overt in her come-ons to me. She would say double entendres and flick her eyes down at my crotch, talk about her sex life in explicit and inviting detail, and make shows of flirtatious sex appeal solely for my benefit.

I felt that she thought she couldn’t act on any of her urges because I was married. She had bought gifts for my wife, made dinner plans etc. So I needed to show her it was okay, and that I wanted to have her as much as she wanted me to give it to her.

One day I was walking back to my office after a business lunch. Cassie was at her desk and Eve Draper was talking to her in a manner I felt was rather rude. I could over hear the tail of the conversation as I approached.

“…this is just lazy formatting, Cassie, and it slows down the entire office when other people have to constantly correct for your mistakes.”

“I’m very sorry Ms. Draper. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“What seems to be the problem?” I said as I approached. Cassie’s eyes showed a visible relief that I was swooping in to save her, while Eve just looked annoyed, perhaps sensing that I would take Cassie’s side.

“Nothing, Roger, just making sure Cassie knows what is expected of her at this office.” Cassie rolled her eyes while Eve was looking at me.

“Well let me teach Cassie. She’s my secretary.”

“Whatever. As long as things are done to acceptable standards.” Eve turned and walked away briskly. That woman was built like the figure head of a ship., or Jessica Rabbit. Almost impossibly curvy with long red hair, as much I disliked her I loved to watch her ass swing in her skirt as she walked away.

“Sorry about that, Roger.”

“Oh don’t be, Eve can be, between you and me, a total bitch sometimes.” Cassie was wearing a free flowing, yellow sundress with a vaguely African print. Perfect weather for a hot, early summer day. Towering over her, I could look right down the front without drawing too much attention. Her tits were small and perky, her nipples stiff in the air conditioned office.

“Don’t worry,” Cassie’s smile was innocent and heartwarming. “She doesn’t really bother me. If you had a problem I’d be much more upset.”

“Well I think you’re doing fine. Keep it up.” I tore my eyes away from Cassie’s breasts to go into my office. Between Cassie’s nippples and Eve’s ass I was already sporting half a boner. I leaned back in my chair and unzipped my fly to jack off. With my eyes closed I could imagine Cassie, naked and laughing as she bounced on my dick, or Eve’s milky breasts and glasses covered in my semen. After a few strokes I opened my eyes and sighed. This was getting me nowhere. I knew Cassie was craving my cock, why hadn’t I seized the opportunity? I didn’t want to possibly drag myself and the office into some kind of sexual harassment scenario, I reminded myself. But my libido needed to be released, and the best way to do it was just outside my door. I zipped up, rubbed my forehead, and turned on my intercom.

“Cassie, come in here for a minute,” I said.

“You got it boss,” came the reply. She came waltzing in to my office, practically floating with her effervescence. I adopted a stern demeanor. “What do you need?”

“We need to talk about your relationship to me.”

“…oh.”

“Cassie I know you’re attracted to me. You’ve made that clear enough. In truth, you’re a beautiful girl, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you, too.”

“I see.” She looked crestfallen, and I began taking a few steps toward her.