The Businessman - Sex Stories

The Businessman

Even the most moral man can sometimes face a situation in which all that he believes about himself can be cast aside, allowing him to engage in the type of behavior he thought restricted to more profane people. That was the lesson Kyle Richardson learned on the day he interviewed for a replacement secretary. He wanted to believe there existed no situation that would have made him do what he did, and looking back on it he could find many factors that contributed to his lapse in moral judgment. His business was failing, he had just caught his wife having a year-long affair, the doctor told him if he didn't make his lifestyle more healthy then he was facing the chance of a heart attack within months. It was a very bad week, and a bad day on top of that with the utilities bills arriving in the mail along with a summons to appear in court because someone wanted to sue him. He was not in a healthy frame of mind when Sandy walked through his door. She was not a typical beauty, not the kind of girl that would make a man normally snap from his prudent belief system. In retrospect, he wasn't sure what it was about her that made him lapse. She was short for one thing, barely five-three at a guess, judging by how even in heels the top of her head was only level with his nose. Plump, too, with a round face and wide hips. Obviously not a girl used to attempting to look pretty, he thought, eyeing her rather frumpy flower-print dress that clashed with her too-dark pantyhose, the white ...

... clunky heels, and the fake pearl necklace. He couldn't decide if her hair was naturally curly or if it was a bad perm, but the color definitely wasn't natural, not with all those strange reddish highlights in what he figured was normally brown hair. Add the glasses on her face and the braces on her teeth, and she was not really anyone's ideal of attractive. So the erection he got as he talked to her confused him. She was a sweet kid, eighteen years old but still in high school, naive and innocent. And desperate. He sensed it even before she hinted at her desperate home life. Father recently laid off, a mother who had never worked at anything more than emptying wine bottles, she was eager for the job. And Kyle, normally never the kind of man to take advantage of anyone, experienced a significant slip in control. "You know the job is part time, right?" he asked her half an hour into the interview. "I can tell you, though, that if you do a very good job, I can give you more hours and a pay raise when summer comes. You know, when you can devote more than the afternoon to the job." "Yes, sir," she said brightly, sitting on the edge of her chair and smiling eagerly. "I can do the job, I know it. I've taken business courses at school, I can type and do data entry, I'm good at answering the phone..." "There's more to the secretary's job than office work," he said. It was true, but saying it nagged him. He said, "There's running errands, too. Getting me coffee Generally, you know, taking ...