It's interesting the things you can hear when you are one of those people who blends into the woodwork. I'm not sure these two girls would have cared even if they knew I was listening. It was amusing none the less.
"So why do you think she hired him?" asked the blonde. "With so many qualified women around, why would she hire a guy as her personal assistant?"
"Who knows? Maybe he's her sex slave or something" replied the brunette snickering.
"If he's her sex slave then he's getting paid damn good for it, from what I hear!" said the blonde. "But I doubt it. If you were going to hire a boy toy, wouldn't you get someone younger and better looking?"
"Yeah, you've got that right. She must have something on him. For the amount he's supposed to be getting paid I bet he spends half his day kissing her ass anyway. I can't see using him sexually in any other way - can you?" asked the brunette.
"No way. For that money I'd have his head up my butt every spare minute of the day. That's where men should be anyway - between the cheeks of our asses - and paying us for the privilege, not us paying them!" They both laughed as the conversation drifted into other topics.
They had no idea how close to the mark they were about my duties. I had only been at this position for about a month. When Susan told me her idea of working for her, I was a little hesitant. Could be great. But some great friendships, even marriages, had been ruined under such circumstances. Susan was too important to me to risk her friendship for anything. The main attraction was that by switching companies I would not have to be away from Susan for a week at a time. So I went for the interview.
I showed up on time and the receptionist took me in to see Susan. None of them knew of our friendship. We wanted to keep it that way, so we did everything by the book until the door closed. She handed me a copy of the contract and gave me some time to look it over. It was impressive. The basic pay was a bit more than I was already making. It was the perks that made the difference.
"Well, what do you think?" Susan asked when she saw I had finished reading the contract.
"For the most part it seems to be work I am qualified for. Much like what I am doing now, and enjoy doing. The pay is decent. One of the best benefit packages I've seen. I'm just not sure about the personal assistant part. What actually will I be doing?"
Susan laid out the details. One of the most important things would be my knowledge of the computer industry. I am a Systems Analyst/Architect by profession. Most of my work was seeing that IT and the business were on the same page. She had a fair amount of knowledge about IT, but it was my field. I would be a kind of watchdog, interpreter, etc. She recognized how important the IT department was to the business and wanted to have a better relationship with the staff. My being one of their own should help bridge the gap, build more trust.
"Also, you will get to travel with me on the company's expense" she continued. "Plus there is the potential for bonuses. If you keep me happy, I'll do a better job. The better I do, the better the company does. We reward stuff like that."
"I'll bite" I said. "What do I have to do to keep you happy?"
"That's easy" she said, coming around to my side of the desk. "You will do what you do so well. You will do the one special thing that you know makes me, us, very happy. She turned around and bent forward. Her gorgeous rear was just inches from my face. She looked back over her shoulder at me. "You, my dear friend, not only get to kiss my ass, which we both love to have you do, but now you will get paid for it - at least for that butt service given at the office. Sweet, huh?" A big grin crossed Susan's face. "We can take care of the other formalities later, but for now, how about we seal the deal with a kiss?" She moved her sweet behind closer to my face and wiggled it at me.
"I didn't think that you were one of those bosses who liked ass kissers" I said, half joking, while I caressed and massaged that beautiful female behind, Susan's behind, which always took my breath away.
"If it were anyone else who tried I'd probably smack them then sack them" she laughed. "So, do we have a deal?"
"You know we do" I said, planting loving kisses all over the beautiful cheeks of the ass that owned me.
So we signed the deal and a month later I started as Susan's personal assistant. You really get to see sides of someone when you work with them that you might not have believed if others had told you. She was tough, but fair. I'm sure many considered her a bitch. Some in her position are. But quite often it isn't deserved. Susan did what she had to do. She did it with passion, and respect, but no nonsense. She often surprised me with her grace under fire.
For my part I did my job as best I could as well. On more than one occasion Susan told me that she was surprised at me at times. Surprised that even though I had a gentle way that might give some the impression I was a pushover my patience only went so far. I got the job done. I understood what was expected of me. But more importantly I knew she had my back. Enough said.
There were many fun moments when Susan would remind me of my ass kissing duties. It was always a pleasure, never a duty. It was always in fun too. She would play the part of the boss, the one in charge - which technically she was. We aren't into any kind of dom/sub games - at least not consciously...
On some occasions she would come into my office, put her ass just inches from my face, point to a particular spot and wait while I kissed it however many times she wanted. There were times when I had to interrupt calls while I kissed her sweet butt. None of this ever messed with the job, but those moments sure were great stress busters.
On more than one occasion she would call me to come into her office for a consultation. I'd always lock the door of course. Susan would be sitting in some chair that left her ass totally accessible. She had these little cues to let me know what was expected. Sometimes she would just stick her tongue out at me. The message was clear. This meant that I was supposed to stick my tongue out as far as possible and work it as deeply into her sweet hole as it would go. Then just hold that position - no movement at all. My tongue deep in her ass and my lips planted firmly against her sweet asshole. My tongue became her butt plug. I think she had this little game in her head to see how long I could do it. At last count it was thirty two minutes. My jaw is getting stronger. If you think it's easy, you try it, and let me know your best time.
If she just puckered her lips it meant that she wanted me to pucker up and plant my lips squarely and firmly against her hole and hold that position until she said enough. Give that one a try sometime.
On other occasions it would be a simple "Rim me". I would get on the floor behind her and after positioning her clothing so that her sweet anus was reachable (thongs helped) I would play Mr. Rimmer until she told me to stop. I usually didn't want to - stop, that is.
At other times she would indicate that she wanted my nose in her hole. Time to brown nose the boss. It would take a few minutes to work it into position in her anus. Then for whatever time I was there she would have my hot breath on her sweet pussy, since I was forced to breath through my mouth. A surprise came one time when I found myself planting a few kisses on her sweet pussy. No thought about it. My lips just did their own thing. "That's new!" she said, slightly surprised. (Until then all of our sexual contact had been between my face and her ass. We had not seen each other as regular lovers, at least not yet. We just shared our mutual anal love, as friends.) Both of us just stopped dead still for a few moments. It was like crossing a threshold for us. There was no forethought on my part - my lips just did what was natural to them. "Sorry" I said, as naturally as possible, which is hard to do with your nose squeezed into someone's anus. "No problem. That was nice" she said. "But I think it would be better, at least here, if we didn't go there. OK?" "Yes boss" I replied, thinking about the "at least here" comment and what it might have meant...
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