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The Secretary

... off Gabriella’s lip. It was a tender gesture, one she’d not expected from Joan.

“Thanks,” she said to my administrative assistant. Letting the woman wipe her face clean. Gabriella then finished drying my cock and balls off, leaving the cum on my shaven abdomen. Joan watched wide eyed as Gabriella lowered her head toward the pooled cum. The two women’s eyes locked as Gabriella pursed her lips and slurped up the last of my cum. Joan let out a little gasp. Gabriella had to break eye contact then so she could make sure she’d gotten the rest, if any of my cum. Once she was satisfied that she’d gotten it all, she finished toweling me off.

Joan was noticeably flushed at this point and stumbled over her words, “I know its in the manual, I mean, I know you’re supposed to… um… you have to swallow.. Um.. but, I didn’t.. I didn’t think…”

Gabriella cut her off. “You didn’t think I had to swallow cum that wasn’t in my mouth?”

“Um… well, yes..” answered the flustered Joan.

“You’d be surprised where it can get.” answered Gabriella nonchalantly, “On their shoes, pants, my hair, on the floor, their desk.” she shook her head with a hint of mirth. “Its just part of the job. At least HR makes them shave their pubes, so I don’t have to get hair in my mouth.”

By this time I’d been fully aware and observing the women’s interactions. I looked at the clock, it was 12:45. I stood up and grabbed my boxers and slacks off the top of my desk.

“Joan”, I said, “I have to go to the ...

... bathroom. Why don’t you take over as interim director for the rest of my lunch break.” I pulled my chair back and patted the seat for emphasis.

Joan looked at me, then at the chair, then at Gabriella, who was still kneeling in front of my chair, using the towel to wipe up any slobber that had gotten on the floor.

Gabreilla looked up inquisitively.

“That’s legal isn’t it?” I asked her. “She’ll be acting director for the next fifteen minutes.”

Gabreilla shrugged her shoulders, “So long as she meets the other requirements, I suppose so.”

I glanced at the deeply flushed Joan. “Well, did you shower and shave today Joan?”

Her eyes snapped up to me, wide eyed, mouth agape. All she could do was nod assent.

“There you have it, acting director Joan, you’re entitled to the services of our on staff stress relief project manager. I suggest you not waste any more time.” I turned the chair into the back of Joans knees and pushed her down onto the seat.

Gabreilla wasted no time in reaching up under the fit fifty year old woman’s dress. Joan lifted her hips without even thinking to help the younger woman peel her simple nylon panties down her legs. I stepped into my boxers and slacks, buckled my belt and picked up my shoes and socks. By the time I was dressed enough to head to the men’s room, Joan had her thing shapely legs draped over the chair’s arms and Gabriella’s face was buried in the older womans bald cunt. Joan’s dress was hiked up to her belly button. I’d never seen ...