I sent off my CV, but was not optimistic about my chances.  I was certainly qualified and had the requisite experience, but the salary they were offering was half as much again as the going rate, and that was for London.  They would be inundated with applications.  This job was in the new town where I lived, so no season ticket costs, a five minute commute by car, and I could walk it if I had to.  So I was surprised to receive a text inviting me for an interview.

The place was tech company.  Typical I suppose, for a new town company.  I drove.  Less than five minutes.  A big car park with lots of empty spaces.  I parked in a visitor space.  My potential boss, the man whose P.A. I was hoping to become, was in his early forties, radiated confidence and was a bit of a hunk.  Okay, I  fancied him.  I would be his business secretary, or assistant.  He also had a personal assistant, an older woman.

I was wearing a plain white blouse and a tailored business suit with a shortish skirt.  Short enough to be sexy without being obvious.  High heels of course.  Underneath was an uplift bra, a thong and stockings held up by a suspender belt.  Knowing that beneath the business like exterior was unashamedly 'fuck me' underwear, was my little secret.  It gave me confidence, gave me the edge.  To my mind anyway.

"You're CV is very impressive," he said.  "From that alone, the job was your's before you arrived.  The reason that you're here today, is that there is part of the job that couldn't be advertised, your special duties.  Do you enjoy anal?"

Surely I had misheard.  I asked him to repeat it.

"Do you like it up the arse?"

He said.  You hear the phrase, 'speechless' all the time.  But for the first time in my life, I really was.  I could feel that my mouth was open.  I tried to say something, but no sound came out.  What had happened to my edge?

My nipples had stiffened, could he see?  What he couldn't see, was that I was juicing my skimpy knickers.  I crossed my legs, thought better of it, uncrossed them, then crossed them the other way, as though trying to squeeze my cunt closed.  Everything had gone misty, there was a faint buzzing in my ears.  He was speaking again;

"Shock tactics," he said.  "Sorry.  Let me explain.  I have a very high libido, I need sex several times a day.  When I was on my way up, that meant frequent masturbation.  Even after marriage.  My wife knows about it and understands.  She caters for my needs at home, away from home I did what I had to do.  Now that I'm the boss, I have people to do things for me, so instead of wanking off in the loo, I have someone to do it for me.  In my own office.  But I love my wife, so I don't fuck other women, that's the agreement.  Instead, my needs are catered for in other ways.  That would be part of your job. Would you like coffee?"

I nodded.  He touched a button on his phone and said;

"Coffee for two."

Then to me;

"You've not made a run for it, I take it that you are interested?"

I couldn't have run anyway, I don't think I could have stood, let alone run.  The coffee arrived.  I took a sip and realised that I was able to speak.

"So my special duties would include being buggered several times a day?"

He laughed.

"That was, as I said, to test your mettle.  You would provide, let's call it pressure relief, probably once mid-morning and once mid afternoon, sometimes at lunchtimes.  I would never fuck you in the conventional sense of cock in cunt, but there are many ways for a woman to relieve a man, so perhaps oral in the morning and anal in the afternoon.   I'm away quite a lot, I would expect you to accompany me as my assistant.  Also if it's an overnight or longer, you would accompany me, I would need you in your primary role anyway.

Before you make up your mind, for these special duties you would receive an annual bonus of fifty percent of your salary, and a company car of your choosing, although perhaps not a Ferrari.  Why don't I give you the VIP tour here and then you go and have lunch.  Give you time to mull things over."

Again I nodded.  It was in fact, his personal assistant  Mrs P, who gave me the tour.  I didn't have any lunch, instead I walked around a nearby park, mulling.  Special duties.  Very special.  Sounded to me like I would be his mistress.  I'm not a huge fan of anal, but my partner quite likes it so I do it for him.  It's not a problem for me, it's just that I don't get the pleasure from it that I get if I'm being fucked in the hole designed for it.  

But the salary, including extras, was massive.  I called my partner.  I didn't tell him about the 'Special duties', but I told him about the overnighters, the car, and the money.

"Take it."

He said.

I could simply have driven away and forgotten about it.  But the package was beyond expectations.  However, going back again would surely mean a further interview, which would would involve a different kind of package.  I went back.

I had to wait until he could see me, an anxious wait.  Eventually, Mrs P told me to go in.

"I presume you've considered."

He said.  I nodded.

"I'm glad you came back," he said.  "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded.

"Show me."

He said.  I stood up and removed my jacket, then my skirt.  He murmered his approval of my choice of hosiery.   I undid my blouse and removed it, my bra followed, then my knickers.  I did a twirl for him.  I was shaking with nerves, but very turned on.  My nipples were so hard they hurt, and I swear I could hear my cunt dripping.  He beckoned my over and swivelled his chair away from the desk.

"Let's see if you're as good as you look."

He said.  I walked unsteadily round to his side.  His trousers were undone, his cock stood out from them.  It was longer and thicker than my partners.

He indicated it and said simply;

"Suck."

I went down on my knees and sucked.  Again he murmed his appreciation.  But he pushed me away

"Full mark's for that he said.  I presume you swallow?"

I nodded.

"Now show me what you can do with your arse."

He said.  I stood up and said;

"How would you like it?"

He pressed the intercom and said;

"Join us."

Join us?  Who?  The door opened and Mrs P walked in.  She didn't seem to notice my nudity.  She placed a dispenser of lubricant on the desk.  Mr Big stood, his cock still on display and holding his pants up, and walked round the desk.  Mrs P sat in his chair.

"Bend over and put your hands on the desk."

She said.  To me.  I did as she asked.

"Forward more."

She ordered.  I complied, moving my hands to the middle of the desk.  She held my wrists, firmly.  I felt Mr Big apply lubricant to my tight pucker.  He slipped a finger inside to loosen me, then two fingers.  He muttered something about me being tight, removed his fingers and I felt the head of his big cock where his fingers had been.  I tried to relax my muscles, but they resisted anyway, they always do.  Then suddenly, he was inside me.  I yelled.  I was not used to his size, and when I do anal with my partner, there is always a long build up until I'm ready for him.  There had been no build up, he was in me up to his balls in two or three firm thrusts.

He wasn't rough, I was just not ready for his size.  I realised why I was being restrained by Mrs P.  He seemed to be reaming my arse for ages, but it was probably under a minute.  Mr Big grunted and held himself deep as his spunk pumped into me.  He withdrew with a slurp.  Mrs P released me and indicated Mr Big's private bathroom.

"Clean yourself up," she said.  "Take your clothes."

When I came out, fully dressed, he was busy at his desk.  He looked up and said;

"When can you start?"

I have only had one overnighter so far, but a good one.  We flew business class to Warsaw, I gave him pressure relief in the toilet.  We stayed in a very nice hotel with interconnecting rooms.  There were lots of meetings in lots of places, I took notes when told to and consulted his diary for various things.  Without a private office, it was not easy to provide pressure relief,  but I wanked him or sucked him off in the back of the hire car  which I drove, between meetings.

My day usually started with him coming into my room naked and erect and finished with him in my bed.  We slept in separate rooms.  At no time did he attempt to fuck my cunt, but I gave him relief four times a day while we were in Poland, by sucking him off, wanking him, taking his big cock up my arse, which I have grown to like, and him fucking my tits.

Although perhaps brutal in the boardroom, he is gentle in the bedroom.  A generous and skilful lover, he makes sure that I get orgasms, he is very good with his his tongue and his fingers.  When he fucks my arse from behind he uses his fingers on my clit, but also likes to hold my tits as he pumps me.  He also buggers me face to face, with my legs up, and likes me to use my fingers to bring myself off, he enjoys the contractions of my arse on his shaft.  Face to face sodomy is the closest we get to conventional fucking, but never has he fucked my cunt and has never kissed me.

Perhaps that's not strictly true, he fucks one pair of lips but kisses the other.