With the Slut Myrsini

The meeting of the company president I work for with 2 other executives was expected to last a long time, perhaps even until the evening. Among all the topics for discussion would also be the matter of the succession of the company's Sales Director, as the holder of that position was retiring at the end of the year. Five in the afternoon and the meeting had just begun, and it didn't even cross my mind to stay until the end in my office to find out which of the 2 candidates (me and the 45-year-old Myrsini-Soula) would take over this important position. Besides, my chances were minimal since MYRSINI, apart from her postgraduate degree in marketing, also spoke fluent Spanish (from a Mexican mother), while I, apart from higher education as a business executive and moderate English, have no other formal qualifications. The only and perhaps strong card was the large turnover I have brought to the company, especially in the last 2 years during a financially difficult period. I said goodbye to Myrsini who was waiting in the next office of her department, wished her good luck as she also wished me, and I left for home.

At home, I thought about how fate had arranged things. With Myrsini-Soula, our collaboration over so many years had been flawless; she in the Cosmetics Department, me in the Nutritional Supplements Department. I always saw her as a colleague and nothing more, even though Soula is very attractive, with a regular body with perfect weight-to-height ratio, large, fleshy lips of a dark color, and long curly hair. Her only downside was that she put work above all else and her conservative-for-her-age dressing style. Divorced 10 years ago with an 18-year-old daughter studying in Thessaloniki, she could have a better life.

I was thinking these things until the time went to 8, I went for dinner, and around 10 I was back home. Around 10 at night while I was watching football (Champions League), the phone rang. Hello? / Yes, Mr. Kostas, I am the personal assistant of the company President, congratulations on your new position, you have been selected for the Sales Directorate of our company in place of the departing colleague. You will receive the written decision for your placement tomorrow, you will be briefed on your duties by the departing colleague until the end of the year, and you officially take over from 1-1-2005. At that moment, the only thing I could say was a thank you to the girl who informed me. I hung up the phone and wondered what had intervened for this position, which I didn't have much hope for anyway, which is why the matter didn't particularly concern me. I poured a drink and drank it and thought, well, a good moment amidst all the misfortunes I had the last six months; this promotion would lift me not only financially but also psychologically. I had been craving this position for months now, but all those things I mentioned at the beginning, for me this position was something prohibitive. The next day in the office of the Sales Director, I received many congratulations and many bouquets from colleagues and friends. My phone didn't stop ringing for a moment with congratulations from Athens and from provincial representatives. At some point, Soula also came to my office. "Kostas, my warm congratulations, I confess I didn't expect it." "Neither did I, Soula, to be honest, I expected it seems they considered other things besides formal qualifications." "Yes, it seems so, Kostas, but I want a favor from you." "I'm listening, Soula, and whatever I can do, I will do for you." Soula closed the door behind her so no one could hear our conversation and said to me: "Kostas, I want, if you can, to take me as your personal assistant in your office. I think your position gives you the right to arrange which personal assistant you will have. You know, after yesterday's unexpected event where everyone thought I would get the Sales Director position, I cannot keep the position I have today as office manager. How will I face the staff of my office who saw me lose the position to someone who has lesser qualifications than me? Without that meaning you didn't deserve this position, I have already found and proposed my replacement in the office. That's why I'm asking you, please, I ask to be your personal assistant. The qualifications, after all, are not lacking for me, even if the company management didn't appreciate them properly." "Okay, doll, from now on you are the new personal assistant. Today I will announce it to the company Management and from tomorrow you take over." "Thank you very much, Kostas, you are perfect." She came closer and kissed me on the cheek. For the first time, I felt something different for this woman, and despite the respect on her face for the bitterness she felt, it was the only moment I saw her as something more than a simple colleague.

That same day, I mentioned her placement to the company Management, and after about 2 hours I received her invitation to have dinner at her place for the favor I did for her. 'Okay, Soula, I'll come in the evening to your place, but don't make any big preparations, it's nothing for me and I don't want you to feel obligated.' 'Okay, Kostas, and thank you, come and we'll see.' From the moment I finished work until the evening, I began to feel a turmoil inside me, and despite what they said in the company about her, meaning unmarried, anorgasmic, etc., something told me I was in for a big wild time.

I arrived at her place (A. Kypseli) around 9 in the evening with an aperitif drink and a box of sweets. She welcomed me wearing a nice, modern outfit, not provocative, and in the background I could make out the buffet with exquisite mezedes, while the stereo was playing soft music. "Nice place you have, Soula." "And you should see what other nice things I have prepared for you, Kostas." I didn't quite understand it, nor how she meant 'nice,' but that didn't bother me; the only thing I was thinking was that I was going to have a good time. We sat down, she poured us a drink, we talked about various things, and then we started sampling her famous little mezedes, and over the wine she told me, "Kostas, I've heard what they've been saying about me at the company, that I'm perverted, that I don't have relationships with men, and other various things; do you believe that about me?" and she crossed one leg over the other, and from the modest slit of her dress, half of her thigh was revealed, which admittedly made my cock rise abruptly, but at that moment I went all in. Aided also by the wine we had consumed, instead of answering what she asked me, I gave her a long, deep, tongue kiss that took her breath away, while at the same time I pulled her dress down from her shoulders. Both of us panting, I took off her entire dress while she took off my shirt. "Do I seem like I'm frigid to you, Kostas?" "What are you talking about, Soula, come on, let's fuck." In a few seconds, we had fallen onto the bed completely naked; the last thing to come off her was her tiny thong, revealing a well-shaved pussy (she had shaved it in the shape of a thin strip). I began an amazing pussy-licking and ass-licking simultaneously; Soula was moaning from the pleasure. Slowly and torturously, I licked her sometimes on her little pussy and sometimes on her asshole. She was screaming and came together: "Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaah! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm commmmmmming!" A large quantity of fluids fell onto my tongue. Now in a 69 position, she began to give me an incredible blowjob; she was sucking me insatiably and at the same time moaning like a cow being slaughtered from the pussy and ass licking I was giving her. She couldn't hold back anymore, and once more her fluids poured into my mouth. I turned her onto all fours and began to fuck her doggy style. "Ah, you tyrant, ah, how you fuck me like that, tear my pussy, ah, tear my cunt, yes! ah! ouch! ouch! oh! oh! yes! yes! yessssssssssssssssssssss! Come on, come with me too, ah." I couldn't hold back either; I pulled out even though she had been without her period for a while, and all my cum fell onto her dark-skinned neck.

We went to the bathroom, washed up, and lay down to relax. I was observing her entire dark-skinned body, and combined with her somewhat Mexican-looking face, she resembled an Indian. In fucking, she wasn't anything spectacular, but she had something elfish about her that drew you in. I began to caress her again; even at that moment, she spoke to me about the position she lost. I understood she didn't have much appetite for more fucking; the only thing that literally drove her crazy was pussy-licking. I began a new round of licking, and soon she came amidst moans and screams once more.

The time had gone to about 1 at night; we got up and got dressed. It was one of the most meaningless fucks of my life, nothing to remember, but Soula probably wasn't satisfied either with the fucking we did; perhaps those who said various things about her person were right, I thought, but maybe not. At the moment, and just before I left, she came close to me and whispered almost in my ear, "I can't say the fucking was perfect, but the pussy-licking you gave me was the most incredible thing anyone has ever done to me until today; it literally drove me crazy, and I want you to do it again." "Whatever you want, my horny girl, whenever you want, you tell me, I'm at your disposal." "Okay, Kostas," she says to me, "when will you come again?" Before I could answer, her cell phone rang; it was her ex-husband, who, as she had told me a little earlier, she had a good relationship with because of their child. "Come on, Soula, I've been calling you for an hour and your phone was off." "I wanted to tell you that Niki (their daughter) will stay with me over the next long weekend, the one that includes the October 28th holiday, in Thessaloniki, if you don't object." "Okay, Dionysis, it's good you called me......yes, yes, my phone had died and now I got the message and I'm charging it, okay, but tell her to call me too, so she can tell me herself."

Just before I left the house, Soula told me that with Dionysis, even though she had cheated on him once, the reason they split up was incompatibility of character. Again I thought, what assholes we men are; the ex didn't learn anything from the cheating. I left the house, but something told me that the 45-year-old Soula, I would make her melt not only from the pussy-licking but also from the fucking; I considered that certain, and that soon I would attempt it again, because apart from the moans and screams during the licking I gave her, the "ahs" and "ouches" during the fucking might have been fake.