Five years ago I took a job at a medium size company. I was assigned to work with the projects group, and when that work was completed I was sent to help out the executive secretary. The owner liked me off the bat, and he gave me personal assignment. I got along great with him and I guess I flirted back. One day, it was after the executive secretary had gone home for the day, I took some work into him and he looked at me and said 'you have a great rack, I wouldn't mind getting some titty right now'.

I was silent, in shock that he would say that, first of all he was my father's age, secondly no man had ever spoken to me like that. He continued and asked me to get on his lap and let him suck my titties. He got up and pulled me around his desk by the hand and sat me down on his lap and asked for titties. He put both hands on my titties and I undid my shirt and got my bra off and he played with my titties and he kissed them and sucked on them. He asked that I rub my c**t on his lap so he could rise to the occasion and I could slip down on him and we would both get what we wanted.

I rode him down while he played with my titties and while he sucked real hard on one of my nipples I had an orgasm. He hadn't cum yet and I lost my desire to be riding him so I got off before letting him cum. He didn't let me walk away, he pulled me into sit on his lap, his pants were still down and his penis was under me, and he asked me what my little heart desired, he wanted to make me happy. I didn't know what to ask for, but during the time we were talking he got an erection again and he said to let him fuck me so he could cum.

It is not that I didn't know about the 'secretary' fucking her boss. I just never thought I would the secretary fucking my boss. We fucked often, we only had a couple of other in the office fucks, once on the conference table, and another time I rode down on him in his chair. No, we fucked at my apartment, and later at the high rise he rented for me. I was transferred to work for Human Resources, the lady there was around 35 and she had been his lover for a long time. She understood that she was to keep me busy and protect me.

She and I got real close, we talked about looking after him, and she told me of the things she did with him, and his nasty side, like calling your girl parts c**t, and he was a titty man, he loved to get lost in you breasts. I asked her if he ever went for the back door, because if he did it was going to be a problem. She assured me that he was the type that barged in your front door and took over. I asked her why she wasn't with him anymore and she confessed that after seven years she needed to get her life in order and being his personal playmate wasn't allowing it.

I became his playmate, as she said, he had barged in the front door and he took over. It wasn't only sex, he took over, I didn't make decisions, I followed his wishes. He took care of me, really took care of me, financially and personally. One morning, I went back and got on the bed with him and asked him what had happened with Louise, the head of Human Resources. He told me she was a great woman, he really cared for her, but she had never been able to come to terms with having a child.

I know that I was only 24 then, but I asked him if I wanted a child, would he let me have a child. He answered that he didn't know, he had wanted Louise to have a child, but he hadn't thought about that with me. With the topic open, and speaking with Louise, I caught baby fever, I begged him and I had Louise talk to him. I was intelligent, healthy and I believed I could be a good mother, he wouldn't have to worry about that, his child would be taken care of. During those first three years every thing was great.

One day Louise went out to dinner with us and she broached the subject and she told him to let me have a child. How could he expect me not to have children, if he kept me then he needed to allow me to have children. I had my child. The only fly in the ointment was that Louise came up pregnant four months after my child was born. She says seeing me pregnant and with a baby she just threw in the towel, plus she had already turned 38. Baby management is a lot harder than I thought, and partly because I was younger, I stayed home and Louise returned to her career.

I ask myself a whole lot, am I a happy girl? I know I am content, and well taken care of, but I never feel happy. I am content. Louise is happy now, she is over the moon with her daughter and she has confessed many times to me that she should have given into him when she was living with him.