The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal & Tom)
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				Title: <strong>The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 15:25:59</strong>
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				John Dahl had built the company from scratch. It had provided homes and incomes for a growing number of employees. Although he always kept a professional distance to his people, he treated them well. He believed in loyalty, honesty and good old-fashioned hard work. While his business wasn't entirely stuck in the fifties, there were few women among management and sales staff and few men among the secretaries, if any.<br><br>His old personal secretary, Mrs. Jenkins, was older than himself. He was fourty-one and she beat him with more than a decade. It was no surprise when she opted for early retirement after her husband passed away. So John had to hire a new one. <br><br>Although the last word on who the position would go to was his, he had someone from lower management screen the applicants and bring him a selected few candidates. He had instructed them to ignore any lack of experience. John had an inclination to hire someone that he could mold to the position and his particular idiosyncracies.<br><br>He was handsome and fit, with dark hair that had just gotten the first few hint of grey around the temples. He always kept clean-shaven and wore an impeccable dark suit with a blue silk tie. "Bring in the next girl please, Mrs. Jenkins."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 00:16:44</strong>
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				Samantha Gans had just finished her high school career. She was glad to be out of school and ready to be starting her new life in a position of importance and to her, being a secretary was an important job. Her mother, grandmother, aunt, and all of her sisters were one, why shouldn't she be one as well? She had been a well versed student and while she could go to college and get a degree, she felt inclined to work. Her mother had heard from her company that Mr. Dahl was hiring a secretary and that's when she knew she would need to get there to try and land the position. <br><br>She looked up at the lady who called her name. She smiled, straightened her a-line black skirt, tugged on her jacket and walked up to her, shaking her hand. Samantha shook the woman's hand and followed her into the office. When the man looked up, he'd see a young girl of 18 standing in front of him, wearing a business suit that was old, but in good condition. He would notice that she has black hair, baby blue eyes. Hopefully he would not find that her chubbiness would effect her work, for she was a diligent worker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 09:36:32</strong>
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				John glanced up from the papers on his desk.<br><br>He was too experienced in the ways of the world to let the fact show on his face - that he was taken aback with the girl in front of him. Her dark hair, her young and cute face and not least her body immediately attracted his attention.<br><br>The office was large with a dark floor and a beautiful oriental carpet. An immense mahogany desk was placed underneath the window, with a magnificent view of the city beyond. At one end of the room was a couch and matching chairs in leather, with a table of dark glass.<br><br>"Please, sit down. Miss Gans?" John motioned for the chair in front of his big desk.<br><br>As soon as she was seated, the businessman turned his attention to his old secretary. "That would be all for now. Thank you, Mrs. Jenkins." John glanced at the picture of his wife on his desk, a look of disappointment momentarily passing over his face.<br><br>"There is no need to be nervous. Maybe you're not. You youngsters are all so forward these days. Now, for starters, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 13:05:01</strong>
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				As Samantha walked into the office, she nearly let her mouth fall open. It was a beautiful office and she'd only ever seen ones that were mediocre. She recovered herself, smiled at the man behind the desk and sat down, holding her skirt in the back to make sure it did not rise up as she sat. As she heard the man say to the other lady she may leave, she began to feel nervous. She sat staring at him, for she never believed in losing eye contact on important business. This was important. <br><br>With her hands in her lap, she listened to him call her a youngster and nearly laughed, instead she smiled softly and began to talk. "Well as you know I'm Samantha Gans, I'm 18. I've just graduated from high school. I'm a quick study, enjoy working, and feel as though I'm cut out for this line of work, since I come from a very long line of secretaries." She spoke with no rudeness, over confidence, or uppity pride, she simply stated the facts and waited for the next question. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>18-10-2010, 10:32:45</strong>
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				The businessman nodded. He liked the fact that she seemed to take pride in being a secretary. Some of the young women who had applied for this job, and other similar positions, had obviously meant for this to be a step on a ladder that would take them higher, different places. A short step.<br><br>He listened to her tell a little bit more about herself and added a few more questions about her grades at school and her personal interests.<br><br>John nodded as she spoke, keeping eye contact throughout most of their conversation. He allowed himself a few glances downwards to review her outfit, down to the selection of her shoes. Of course, at the same time, he again noted her curves. While he appreciated her physically, he would never let himself hire someone based on such shallow reasons. No, the girl seemed to have a total package that seemed suitable.<br><br>"I demand the best of myself, as well as of my employees." He explained. "You will come in early and leave late. You will have some specific duties, but also the freedom to use your judgment to make sure my day runs as smoothly as possible. You mustn't be so proud that you think you're too good to fetch coffee or iron a shirt. Other assignments will be more difficult, but equally challenging and rewarding. I demand loyalty and fairness, and office gossiping is absolutely forbidden." <br><br>He leaned forward as he continued. "You will wear skirts, dresses or business suits with skirts every day. Women have no business wearing pants. In return you'll earn a good wager and be treated fairly. Now, Miss Gans, how does this sound to you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 08:52:28</strong>
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				As he continued to talk, she listened with intent. She wanted the position. She didn't care if she had to wear a hot dog bun to do it. This was what she wanted. <br><br>"Sir this sounds wonderful to me. I have no problem with anything you just said. And laid out in the rules and regulation of the position." <br><br>She smiled at him and shook his hand when he offered it to her. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 14:16:16</strong>
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				John stood and walked around his desk to take her hand. "Very well."<br><br>He believed in following his gut instincts about things like these. There was no need going through lengthy interviews with other candidates and negotiating details about salaries and things like that. He wanted this girl. Period.<br><br>"You have the job. You'll start monday. Mrs. Jenkins will stay for a couple of days to show you the ropes. If you have practical questions about payment, taxes or anything like that, you'll see Mr. Michaels down the hall. Anything else, you'll come straight to me okay?"<br><br>He guided Samantha to his door. "I have a feeling we're going to get along well. Have a good day and a nice weekend."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>25-10-2010, 15:16:53</strong>
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				She smiled up at him. "Thank you Sir, I look forward to working with you." She walked out and smiled as she went home. This was going to be so amazing. She called her mother and told her the good news. Saturday came along and her sister took her shopping for skirts and dresses. She told her about the demand about how she was only allowed to wear things that women should wear and how he thought she needed to understand about shirt ironing and stuff. After shopping they went back to the house and she got everything ready for Monday. <br><br>She arrived fifteen minutes early Monday morning and talked to Mrs. Jenkins for awhile. At 8 am, they were going over business and getting things straightened. She watched as Mr. Dahl walked into the building. She had his cup of coffee waiting for him and a steno pad with pencil waiting for him. Mrs. Jenkins said she was to take the morning notes. She hoped she right. She had her hair down, but in a soft curl. She wore a white shirt and a pencil skirt down to her knees. She had hose on, and a black one inch heel. <br><br>"Good Morning Mr. Dahl." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 10:39:48</strong>
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				"Good morning, Samantha."<br><br>John wore a regular suit, looking impeccable with a smooth chin and sporting a subtle scent of an exensive after shave. He had thought a bit about the new secretary during the weekend. The fact that his wife had turned asexual and frigid a short time into their marriage was obviously not helping. So, for some reason, he had taken even better care than usual to look his very best.<br><br>He got his coffee and sat down behind his desk with it, expecting Mrs. Jenkins to have told the girl she would have to follow him and be prepared to take his notes. "So, tell me about my day first."<br><br>He sipped at the coffee, letting his eyes wander over Samantha. "You look...acceptable."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 13:13:50</strong>
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				Samantha smiled at him and waited to see what he wanted from her this morning. She knew not to sit down yet unless he said to sit. She was to take notes as he moved and to continue walking and taking notes until he said go, I'm done. So she stood there. Feeling a bit awkward now that she hadn't dressed a little bit better. He was in an expensive suit. <br><br>"Sir you have four meetings today. One that you said you would want Mrs. Jenkins to come in half way through the meeting and show a presentation. Also you have lunch with Mrs. Dahl and the new house decorator. As of that Sir, your afternoon is free to go over files, reports, e-mails, and to get in a game of golf with your new VP candidates." <br><br>She looked at him and handed him the reports to be looked at and the list of calls that he would need to return. "Do you need more coffee Sir?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 13:52:23</strong>
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				John nodded, going through the meetings in his head. He took pride in being effective during meetings, not throwing away valuable time with details. He had hired competent people to take care of the finer points.<br><br>"I want you to serve coffee and tea during the meetings. Pay a close mind to the presentation, as you might be showing it the next time." John watched how the skirt stretched over Samantha's round hips and bottom. He could smell her as well; some sweet subtle feminine thing; vanilla or cinamon or something like that.<br><br>"Cancel the lunch with my wife. Don't worry, she is used to it. I don't think she really at any time was expecting me to go with her to the house decorator anyway. I'll have a cream cheese bagel in here instead."<br><br>He continued giving her instructions, including memos to some of the others in senior management, as well as messages she was going to have to give over the phone. "That'll be all for now."<br><br>When he dismissed her, John waited until she had turned around and walked two steps away before calling her to stop. He watched her bottom for a moment. "Never mind. Go about your business."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>26-10-2010, 15:29:44</strong>
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				She quickly wrote all kinds of notes as he continued on. She paused at the cancellation on his wife. That was odd, he was known as such a family man. Oh well, she'd do as he instructed and make sure it was done nicely. She nodded her head yes about the serving of coffee and tea. She'd never been good at pouring so she'd say a quick little good luck needed to those up above listening to get her through that. <br><br>"Yes Sir." She said as she turned and started walking out the door. He stopped her, she was just about to turn around when he told her never mind. She went back to Mrs. Jenkins and they started on all the notes and things needed to do for the day. As the time came by to get in the meeting room, she was nervous. "Mrs. Jenkins what if I spill some?" <br><br>"Oh honey don't worry about it. Just apologize, wipe it up and go on about it." She smiled at Samantha and off she went to get her presentation. Samantha decided to get a tray set up and then put it in the middle of the table. She passed out the coffee first and then the tea. She also made sure the snack sandwiches were available as well as the fruit that was in the room. She stood in the back right corner taking notes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 13:03:36</strong>
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				The meeting progressed without much incident. Mrs. Jenkins gave her presentation. John thanked her and took the opportunity to thank the older woman for her service. He presented her with a present for her years and dedication. When she had withdrawn to the front office the men remained, discussing some problem with a customer they had overseas.<br><br>A red haired man got somewhat agitated, to a point where his face resembled his hair. When he raised his voice, John quickly quieted him. He decided that he was going to handle this case personally and turned to Samantha to make her add some notes.<br><br>When the meeting adjourned, the men got up. A few of them shook hands, leaving for elsewhere while others returned to their offices. John remained at the head of the long table, thinking. "Thank you, Samantha. That will be all for now."<br><br>"Oh and you don't mind working late. I know it's your first day, but we have a lot of work to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 13:40:37</strong>
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				Samantha found the meeting interesting. She had taken so many notes, it wasn't funny. Her hand cramped a little but never did she complain. As Mr. Dahl had asked her to make additional notes, she did it. She wouldn't dare say no, especially not in front of these other men. As they left, she smiled and held the door for them. Once they were gone, she turned to Mr. Dahl. <br><br>"No I have no problem working late. If you'd like, I will go pull those files now. Or did you want me to type of the meetings' notes right away?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 15:20:47</strong>
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				"Files first, then the notes." He was pleased with the fact that Samantha seemed to be functioning so well already. On the other hand, a part of him had wanted her to displease him just a little. A part that he had never really gotten the chance to let out wanted to discipline the girl in a manner that really wasn't appropriate at the work place. Samantha was feeding desires that he had buried deeply and that his wife never would have let him indulge.<br><br>John moved from the meeting room to his own office. He had always been focused, and able to concentrate and work under the most elaborate distractions and conditions. Now, however, his mind was wandering again and again. His imagination moved so far that he could feel his body reacting physically. Samantha was going to have to take care of these needs as well, or she couldn't work there.<br><br>He waited for her to bring the files. "Do you have a boyfriend, Samantha?" Her own application had said nothing about husband or fiancee (she was quite young after all) but he could have missed any mention of a boyfriend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 22:40:41</strong>
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				"Mr. Dahl the files you requested. I'm sorry it took so long. There were so many sub files I wanted to make sure I brought them all." Samantha sat them on the desk then looked at him. What an odd question from him. "No Sir, I'm not with anyone. If you were worried about me working late and causing someone to be angry. You have nothing to worry about. Oh, Mrs. Jenkins left early she told me to tell you that she may not be in tomorrow."<br><br>As she stood there with a soft smile, she thought about how he might have been when he was younger. "Mr. Dahl is there any additional notes you need me to jot down or would you like me to get everything typed up now and then you make additional points?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>03-11-2010, 15:10:23</strong>
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				John Dahl sat behind his desk, watching the younger girl. His lust grew, as well as his desire for her. He wasn't sure how far he was going to dare go with her, but he knew that he was going to go mad if he let her go about her day, day in and day out, without doing anything. There was always the minute chance that she'd go all feminist on him and send a pack of lawyers with a sexual harassment suit. He didn't think she would, but who knew?<br><br>"Type it up now will you, Samantha."<br><br>"And...you will go without panties for the rest of the day. Leave them on my desk. Right away." he said this quite matter-of-factly, adding "No questions asked."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>05-11-2010, 00:47:49</strong>
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				"No problem Mr. Dahl." She turned to leave and as she got half way to the door, he spoke again. She stopped and turned to him and blushed. Her panties? Was.. wasn't it against policy to ask something like that? She didn't know the laws, she just knew that he had told her not to ask questions. She walked back over to his desk, and sat down her notepad and pen. She didn't dare look at him. She took her heels of and then her pantyhose. Then she took off her very pink, very skimpy thong. She blushed, laid them on the desk, folded. She put her pantyhose back and then her shoes. She picked up the notepad and pen and fled the room. She was so embarrassed, she couldn't even get her head up. She shut the door ran to her desk and started on the notes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 14:11:10</strong>
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				John watched the girl remove her panties, not moving an inch. His heart was beating hard in his chest. Although he appeared to be a man in perfect control of everything, he had never done anything like this before. It was terribly exciting though. And she reacted perfectly; not with refusal or outrage and just the right amount of embarrassment.<br><br>When Samantha was out of the room, John picked up the panties and studied them. He brought them to his nose for any signs of sexual scents, pleased to find a subtle, sweet small of female sex. He was quite aroused now and was already imagining what more he could have Samantha do. However, when his wife called and his employees needed feedback on one issue after the other, John had to put the thong away into a drawer and get to work. He told his wife he would be working late.<br><br>Only when the normal work day was over, did things quiet down and most of the other staff were starting to leave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 14:45:42</strong>
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				Samantha looked at the clock. Oh no, it's quitting time and now it's time to go see him. Oh please don't let him want me to take anything else off. She went to his office and knocked. She entered the door and placed the notes on his desk, then the other case notes that she had pulled for him. Her nerves were shot. She looked at Mr. Dahl. "What would you like me to do for you Mr. Dahl? I already had the notes set up and all the case notes are set up to go for your review." She kept her eyes locked on his, even though her blush was showing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 10:07:25</strong>
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				John had been aroused for hours now, thinking about the voluptuous girl and her panties that he had in his drawer. He wanted her, there was no doubt about it. But he wanted her in a way that he never could have his wife. She wasn't interested in sex at all, let alone games of power and dominance.<br><br>"Remove your bra." he ordered, as casually as before. "Without taking your top off."<br><br>He was hard as rock in his pants, but didn't care if she noticed now or not. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>12-11-2010, 14:41:55</strong>
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				She blinked. She wasn't expecting that. She looked down and pulled her blouse loose, reached up her blouse and unhooked her bra. She pulled one arm into her shirt and slid the bra strap down off her shoulder. She put her arm back in. She repeated the same action with the other strap. She pulled the bra out from under her shirt and then fixed her shirt back to the way it was before. She blushed and handed him the bra. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 14:35:17</strong>
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				John smiled to himself. Again, the girl had done as she was told without questioning his orders. He took the bra from her and put it aside, looking up at her top to study how her breasts looked now that there was just a thin fabric covering them.<br><br>"Samantha...as my personal secretary you must understand that you are an integral part of this company. Taking care of my needs is ensuring the health of our entire operation. Your service is of the utmost importance."<br><br>Mr. Dahl pushed himself a little further away from his desk. "Now...come sit on the desk here, in front of me." He tapped the top of the desk, where he wanted her. "Do you masturbate often, Samantha? I want you to masturbate for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>15-11-2010, 22:51:37</strong>
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				She did as he asked. She walked around the desk with trembling legs. Her body and mind were saying two different things. Her mind was screaming for her to run out of the door and not come back. Her body found this intriguing. She had never been treated this way. She gently sat down on the edge of the desk and then slowly scooted back. <br><br>"Yes Sir I.. I masturbate sometimes." She looked at him as he told her to do so in front of him. She'd never done it in front of anyone. She put a hand up her skirt and touched her slick womanhood. She was turned on about this and shouldn't have been. Hopefully he'd not want to actually see her spread her legs. That would be the ultimate humiliation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 13:36:31</strong>
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				John watched the girl do as she was told. He could see her chest rising harder and faster. He could see the way her body had a slight tremble. He could see the mix of lust and humiliation in her eyes.<br><br>He would not degrade himself to masturbate in front of her in return, but he let his hand slide to his own crotch, where he could feel his warm, hard cock throbbing underneath the layers of cloth in his pants and boxers.<br><br>"Taste your fingers." He ordered. "Taste yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 13:38:13</strong>
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				She tried not to be embarrassed. She thought of what it would be like to feel a real cock in her, something she had only had once. But for now, her fingers would have to do. She didn't hesitate to taste her sweet nectar that was flowing from her body. She stuck her fingers into her mouth and blushed as the movement she saw him make. She moaned as she put her fingers deep into her throat and then thought about how she would like to taste her boss. That thought made her moan again and then blush even a deeper red. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 14:11:59</strong>
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				"You're a dirty slut." John said. "But it might be useful to have you around the office nonetheless. To take care of any carnal needs that may surface." His eyes followed her fingers into her mouth, across her full lips and down between her legs again.<br><br>"But I can't let such lust go unpunished. You're going to have to turn around for me. Bend over the desk and jut that round ass of yours out, as much as you can." He slid his office chair back a foot to give her room. The bulge on his pants was quite obvious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>20-11-2010, 02:38:14</strong>
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				She gasped as he called her a slut. She blushed and for the first time, she broke eye contact. She was truly ashamed that she was doing this, but if she didn't, she felt he may fire her. She trembled and got off the desk. Tears filled her eyes, but she turned around, thanking God her skirt was long enough to cover her. She put her hands on the desk and scooted her behind out toward him. This was starting to feel weird. Take are of his carnal needs? But.. that's not what she was for. She was suppose to be a secretary. Did her family do this? Was that why they were so happy in what they did? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 10:55:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mr. Dahl pushed his chair forwards again, sitting right behind his new secretary. He put his hands behind her knees and slid them upwards along the back of her thighs, underneath her skirt. "I know for a fact that I'm going to find your pussy soaking wet."<br><br>His hands reached the curve of her bottom, following it up and around her hips and down again over the cheeks. He kneaded her ass firmly, parting her inner thighs so much in the process that he could hear her wet pussy lips parting and closing.<br><br>Lifting the skirt now, he started exposing her bottom. "You need a good spanking."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 16:14:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This was not what she thought would happen. "Sir, I... well this, this doesn't seem to be appropriate." She tried to close her thighs and not cry. It was crazy, she wanted that spanking. She wanted him to keep touching her, but it just didn't seem right. He was married, she could see the ring on his finger. She tried very hard not to squirm as his hands kept riding up around her bottom. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 10:30:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you need to stop talking for a while." Mr. Dahl stood and brought Samantha's panties out of his drawer. He pulled her head back by her hair and started stuffing the panties into her mouth. Then, working quickly, he grabbed a tape dispenser and wrapped it several times around her face and head. It was nothing she couldn't easily remove, but it was obviously quite humiliating.<br><br>Then he lifted her skirt and exposed her large round asscheeks. The sight of her ass made him stop breathing for several long seconds. His cock twitched and throbbed in his pants. It was the most amazing thing he had seen, but he wasn't going to tell her that. She hadn't deserved any praise yet.<br><br>He gave her ass one hard slap, watching how ripples spread across the soft flesh and reddened. Then he looked up at her face to gague her reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sexybbwgal</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 15:34:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shut her mouth immediately. She didn't want or mean to anger him. She saw him get her panties out and blushed. The pull on her hair hurt and she whimpered. Opening her mouth for him, she looked at him wide eyed. She had never been man handled before and it quite honestly, frightened her. She whimpered into the gag and tried not to cry, it didn't work. Small tears were falling from her eyes as the tape went around her head and mouth. Humiliated, she put her head back down and closed her eyes. <br><br>The coolness of the air hit her bare bottom. She squirmed ever so slightly and wondered if he was really going to spank her. She didn't have to wait long. His hand came down on her hard. She gasped and cried out behind the gag. Her eyes opened wide and tears started coming down a lot faster. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Old-Fashioned Boss (sexybbwgal &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 10:23:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				John looked at the girl's face and saw her cry. A little light of compassion went up in his heart and he was unsure if he should continue. He had never done anything like this before. But she hadn't really told him to stop had she. Not once had she said no. She obeyed, like the perfect secretary, in spite of the hurt and humiliation. She wanted to do a good job, he was sure of it now. Even if it demanded more of her than she could ever have expected.<br><br>"Let's wipe those tears." John moved to the side and pulled down his zipper, easily freeing his big, hard cock from the confines of his pants. It stood thick and long with a large head. He took the shaft in one hand and Samantha by the neck in the other and pressed the bulbous head against her cheeks; wiping her tears with his cock, smearing them into her soft cheeks. He could already imagine himself spurting globs of sticky cum over that pretty face.<br><br>He pushed her over the desk again and returned his attention to her round ass. "That's a nice pencil holder." he grabbed one of his pens and pressed it against her asshole. It was so thin that it wouldn't hurt much to get it in. He pushed it about halfway, then left it there. "Maybe I should have you stand like this during meetings, so if anyone needs a pen they'll know where to find one."
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