Cassie's Secret
Chapter One
Cassie believed that there were only one thing in the world
worth experiencing first-hand. Absolute, total, unrestricted
demand-fulfillment from a man. Cassie's demands were incessant
Her ultimate fantasy was spending her lifetime being served by
one or more subservient men. That fantasy played itself over
repeatedly. She loved to daydream. She went to work for Charlie.
She knew when she interviewed for the job that this was for her.
Cassie was 23 and had a college degree. In high school she had
business and secretarial classes all four years. Her accounting
skills was comparable to a junior in college who was majoring in
that field when she graduated high school. She had 18 semester
hours of college when she graduated high school. Cassie was smart,
Cassie was pretty, Cassie was relentless. She had been married
before to Edward. Edward was dead. Charlie knew she was
previously married to Edward but nothing really, of her past.
She had gained Charlie's total trust and confidence in a record
short time in spite of his limited knowledge of her.
Charlie had this brown beard that Cassie figured he wore to disguise
his baby face, weak chin, or something. There had to be a reason
for wearing it!
She became more involved in Charlie's personal life. She ran his
business life as well. She made the deposits and paid the bills.
Charlie was single, never married. He also never dated anyone very
many times. She wondered why. Charlie was old enough to be her dad.
Charlie paid her well, but Cassie didn't have to work. Her husband of
six months had died and left her a trust which paid her $50,000
per year. She did enjoy the extra money but that was not the real
reason she sought this position.
Charlie's business forced him all around the country. Cassie kept
up with his travels through phone calls from Charlie. Early morning
in her car, daytime at work, and evenings at home. Even when she was
in the bathroom. That happened more than once. Or it rang
persistently when she was involved in something important. Charlie
believe every event in his business, was a crisis. Seldom did that
turn out to be the actual case.
Cassie sighed audibly although her fingers never left their dance
upon the black keyboard. Her mind was was on more personal things
and her plans for the future.
She continued typing robotically. Her eyes could see only the
stacks of documents piled in front of her. Charlie bustled in, his
arms loaded with even more papers and folders. She typed
even as she imagined having to turn her attention to his
immediate and urgent needs, respond to his questions,
and deal with whatever he decided was absolutely essential this
afternoon.
He called her Controller to others. She wondered what he called
her in his own mind.
Cassie drew her eyes from the screen to his hairy face and saw
the telltale signs of consternation. Uh-oh, she worried, something
was up. It had to be about money. Nothing bothered him as much as
money. Not business, not his top personnel, not anything. Money was
a special case. The world ceased revolving around the sun when
Charlie believed he could stand to lose some money in a deal,
a lawsuit, or a venture. Sometimes it seemed that making money to
him was a way of keeping score.
"Let's set our priorities for today." Charlie intoned as Cassie's
fingers flew across the black keyboard. Altough she had long beautiful
nails, she could type 120, more on a good day. "This is what we have
to do."
His voice trailed off as he waited for her to turn her head his
way. Cassie learned that even if she didn't face him, he would
continue, convinced that she could type, take in what he was
saying, locate papers, and recall exact figures about last months
transactions. This time, she stopped her perpetual motion
and stared at his moving mouth.
"I need to find the receipts for the trip to Austin," he began
as she reached for a ballpoint pen and scribbled on a note
pad she kept diligently next to the keyboard. "And the fax to
New York about the real estate license. Do you know where the
documents are that I used when I sued a guy in Miami last year
about the business at the beach? Where did you put them?"
Her fingers scribbled notes. Of the things she had to find.
She prioritized. Instantly she remembered where all of them
were except the Miami thing. Hmmm...that would take a minute.
Where the hell were they?
Shit, she remembered. At the other branch.
She felt Charlie's stare long before she saw it. Her fingers
continued their work and her mind categorized his requests into
chores.
"What's with you?" he asked without pausing for her answer. "I
need them today."
He stepped toward the file cabinet, pulled open a lateral drawer,
and rummaged through the blue legal hanging folders in a
desperate attempt to jog her into motion. He knew that if he kept
at her files long enough, she'd get up and find what he wanted for
him. He told himself that he knew her very well. He really didn't
know her at all.
"Get away from the cabinet." She commanded and Charlie stepped
aside so she could venture closer to the files. As she moved
toward the open drawer in the tight space of her tiny office, he
brushed against her hand. She ignored his touch. Again.
She handed him the files he requested and she had categorized
in her mind as she rose from the black swivel chair and stepped
the short distance to the file cabinet. Shit, she repeated silently.
Just shit. As she turned to answer his as yet unasked question
about the other emergency set of papers he needed right now,
Cassie caught him looking at her sweater. This wasn't the first
time. The sweater was not new, but it was extremely comfortable
and warm enough for the cool office temperature yet scalloped
enough to remind her that she was, first of all, a woman. His
hand reached for her neckline. And with immediate decision,
she stood her ground.
Two gentle fingers picked a piece of lint from the dark green of
her neckline and flicked the offending straggler onto the dull
carpet. He had the uncanny ability to come on to her and
then back off in a most disguised fashion. She had come to know
him, yet his frequent need to touch her often took her by surprise.
The story replayed itself over and over. He reached to touch, he
touched, she stood immobile and waited for the pass, it never came.
Some nights she lay in bed next to her teddy bear and thought about
Charlie. Did he want her? Did he really want her? Did he need her--
or did he really need her? What would he give. She didn't sleep well
when she had these thoughts.
She stared at the lint as it hit the carpet and then she bent to
retrieve it and toss it, like her fantasies, into the overflowing
wastebasket.
"Where is the Smith file." He asked.
His question interrupted her thoughts.
Dutifully, she pulled open yet another drawer and deftly reached
for another blue folder. Handing him the requested files, they
both stood rigid as Charlie searched through the stack of papers and
pulled out the one he sought.
"Good," he responded unnecessarily. She thought she heard him
add, "girl," but she wasn't sure if that was his mouth or her
mind talking. She ignored his words and concentrated on his
moving lips through the brown beard. His words jumbled out
and she caught traces of what he said as she planned her
afternoon to allow for the trip for the papers at the other office.
"I need you to accompany me this trip. We can fly to Dallas Friday
and you will have time to shop. I remember your saying there were
some stores in Dallas you liked."
"What?" Was all that emerged.
"Dallas," was his entire response.
"What?" she repeated as if his language suddenly shifted to
Greek. "Dallas?"
"Where are you? Dallas. The venture problem in Dallas, you
remember, we hired a lawyer there. Expensive bastard charged me
Four-hundred-and-fifty-dollars-an-hour...you wrote the check
yourself and overnighted it. You don't remember four-hundred-
and-fifty-dollars-an-hour?"
The accusation was unnecessary. Yes,she remembered the check.
She also remembered his petulant screaming about her hiring an
attorney and not finding out in advance that he charged so much.
But he wanted a specialist, a guy with a good reputation and who
knew the good ol' boys in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. So she found
a well-connected home boy. An expensive, well-connected home boy.
"We will leave tomorrow morning, Thursday. The meeting is
Monday, you will have time to shop and I will have time to organize
for the meeting." Then it hit her.
"You want me to go to Dallas?" It sounded so stupid when it fell
out of her mouth.
"Yeah, and then we'll have a conference call with the folks in
New York. I think we can take care of it in two days. If not," he
paused and Cassie imagined she saw something in his eyes, "We'll
take an extra day."
Fri, Sat, Sun, Mon, Tues, maybe Wed, not like Charlie, Cassie thought.
"Charlie, I think you would look several years younger if you
were clean shaven."
He looked directly at her longer than usual.
"Um maybe you are right." Charlie said.
Cassie smiled to herself after she had turned around. She could
feel his eyes on her ass. She knew he loved to look at her. She
loved to be looked at.
For part of the afternoon she planned the trip. She arranged for
the use of the company plane, hotel rooms, she got them ajoining
rooms. She smiled to herself. She was really good at arrangements.
Cassie's fingers punched numbers on the phone, flipped through
Rolodex cards, flew across the keyboard, wrote checks, made out
deposits, and gripped the ballpoint pen. By 3:30, her
magnificent body rose from the black swivel chair and glided
toward the exit to go to the other office.
Charlie's voice stopped her in her tracks.
"I'll pick you up at 10:30. That will give you extra time to get
ready". She thought what he was really saying was, look
especially good. She would have done that anyway. Not like Charlie.
She remembered how much she had planned for such an ocassion
but this came unexpectedly.
She picked up the file at the other office and went home to pack
and review the file. She did not sleep much. She planned her trip.
She hoped it would go as she had played it in her mind.
The next morning Charlie showed as promised. She was ready to go.
He came to the door, took her bags and loaded them in the car.
Cassie was a total knock out, drop dead gorgeous. Charlie already knew
she was beautiful, he just did not realize she was that beautiful.
"You look very nice." Charlie said to her when they got in the car.
"Thank you Charlie, you look ten years younger without the hair on
your face."
Charlie beamed.
They were on their way. The trip to the airport, parking, and
boarding the plane was uneventful. She did not like to fly. She
never drink in mornings but she had a few shots this morning and on
the way to the airport. Charlie knew she did not like to fly. He
mentioned her drinks at first, but one glare from her and he mentioned
it no more. They boarded the plane and in a short time they were
taxiing down the runway. As it gathered speed and fought the gravity
that tried to keep firmly planted on the pavement, She gripped the
seat tightly.
Charlie reached for her hand, the one gripping the seat He held it
fondly, almost paternally. He patted her knuckles and her grip
loosened, she allowed him to take her hand fully in his own dry and
calm palms and half listened to his chatter about the legal issues
they faced. She permitted him to soothe her.
She was calmer now. They were in the air and flying level. Charlie
was enjoying her hand and placed his other hand on her leg. She
had had several drinks before boarding. She was not inhibited and
after a few drinks, she was feeling pretty loose. She was sure
Charlie wanted and needed domination by a woman. That is the real
reason she accepted this job. She knew how to spot them. She decided
this was the time. If he was not in to that, he would pass it off to
her being drunk. The choices emerged, she could give him what she
thought he wanted, or let the opportunity pass. She had thought about
this being the first in a sequence of events. She had decided to go
for it. She whispered softly in his ear,"Get on your knees and lick
my pussy until I tell you to stop."
"What" He answered, totally shocked. Never would Charlie imagined she
would say such a thing to him, and so quickly! Dreamed of it, yes. She
must be drunker than he thought she was.
"I said get on your knees and eat my pussy, I know you have wanted
to go down on me for sometime, do it now or forget it."
"What if the pilot opens the door." He asked.
"He will think you are lucky, if he does not notice the brown on your
nose." She giggled.
"There is no brown on my nose." He said looking at her, god she was
beautiful. He had not seen her hair down and in the little ringly curls.
Her hair framed her face perfectly. He replied as he moved to get on
his knees.
"There will be if you do not please me." She answered with a giggle.
"And pleasing me is not easy."
He now had his head under her skirt. "She must be drunk", he thought
to himself. He kissed the inside of her thighs as he moved his mouth
toward her white panties. He could smell her pussy. It was intoxicating.
He new he could not stop even if the whole world was watching. He
inhaled deeply. He put his fingers on the top of her panties. Their
fingers touched. It was like an electric shock to Charlie. She giggled
again. He had never heard her giggle. Mark that down as another special
thing about Cassie. Her giggle was musical to him. He knew he wanted her.
He inserted his fingers in her panties and helped her pulled them off.
She was not wearing hose. With a complection like hers, they would be
a waste. She was dark with a kind of green hue. He had never noted
a blemish. She giggled again. Charlie was more than ready to give the
best pussy eating performance of his life.
He inserted the tip of his tongue just a little and the first lick
was with the flat of his tongue the length of her pussy. He took one
of her lips at a time in his lips and applied light suction. She
giggled again. Charlie had never heard her giggle before today. Must
be the liquor, he thought, as he licked and she thrust her hips
forward. She placed her hands on his head and began to dig her
beautifully manicured nails into his ears.
"A mans ears are made only to hear his mistresses demands and to hold in
times like these." She thought.
Charlie concentrated very intensly. Since he was doing this, he wanted
to do it right. He had never seen a woman he thought was as pretty as
Cassie. She was beautiful head to toe. He had memorized all of the
available data on her. She was 5'7", 126 lbs, dark brown hair with
streaks of red. Not auburn, unsual, he had never seen hair like that
before. Still it looked natural. He believed it was. She had a large
mouth, her lips had a curve, similar to that actress, Heather Locklear.
Cassies lips were a little fuller and the curvature of her lips was
more pronounced and when she laughed, or smiled really big, you
could see almost all of her beautifully formed teeth. She had large
dark brown eyes, bedroom eyes, set wide apart with long thick lashes.
Her cheek bones were high giving her face a triangle look. A perfect
little nose and a rounded chin. He did not know her measurements but
he guessed they were about 35b 25 36. She had an ass to die for.
Once Charlie started eating her pussy, he was in heaven. A few licks
and the world could have been watching and he would not have stopped.
She was hurting his neck and ears, Charlie made nary a sound except
his licking, tonguing, slurping, and sucking. Her pussy was small
and tight. Charlie was surprised how small it was for a woman of her
size. He reached for her clit. It was such a tasty little bud.
Charlie was blessed with a long tongue. He could easily lick
the tip of his nose. That tongue was paying dividends now. He could
tell by her moans that he was really pleasing her. Those moans started
as soon as his tongue started to move on her clit. It was easy to
find her most sensitive part, and concentrate on that he did.
Her jucies were flowing and Charlie was swallowing. She tasted as
great as he imagined she would. The intoxicating feminine aroma was
not overpowering but very present. Her bush was nicely trimed in a
triangle and was present only above her slit. Her bush tickled his
nose with every breath. He was breathing almost as hard as Cassie.
Sometimes she would shut off his air but always moved or relaxed
pressure on his head just right for him to breath. Charlie had
eaten pussy before, but never had he met a lady that was so skilled
in her movements. This was good, he felt like the luckiest man in
the world. Never had he believed he would get the opportunity to
eat a lady that was so beautiful. He had paid for some great
looking escorts before. They were all outstanding lookers, none
in Cassie's class. He mused, none of them were as skilled at
receiving the oral he was giving her. He credited her skill to
her unbelievable beauty. Any man would eat her pussy. Apparantly
many had.
She leaned forward and whispered. "When I am through fucking your
face I will need to pee. I want every drop swallowed. Do you
understand?"
Charlie was as hard as he had ever been in his life. This was
something he had fantasised about. But fantasies and real time
are very different.
His thoughts returned to real life again.
Drink her piss! This really brough him from his revelry.
"No." Said Charlie. "No way. Never has a woman ask me to do that."
She pulled hard on his neck. Her nails punctured him a little.
"Oh Charlie", she moaned as she reached an orgasm. She held her
grip while Charlie swallowed sucked, and swallowed some more.
Right now she can do anything to me. He thought. He wanted only
to please her. She was so beautiful, her aroma so intoxicating.
She could do anything with him she wished. He was in heaven.
Cum continued to ooze from her pussy into his mouth and he
continued to swallow.
She can cum more than any woman I ever knew. He thought. His
penis was so hard, it throbbed for relief. Never had he been so
aroused. In his, paid for, encounters he had always been in real
control. Charlie knew he was not in control this time.
He is really a great pussy eater. Cassie thought with a smile.
"Ready for a drink, Charlie?" She asked.
She loosen her grip a little so Charlie could answer. Although
she heard what he said as she was nearing climax, she had heard
him say, "No". She did not believe for an instant that he really
meant it. He is mine, she thought.
Her mind returned to the pleasure Charlie was giving her. She had
made her mind wander a couple times to prolong the pleasure.
Charlie was really doing a great job. She knew she was cumming a
lot and was really going to flood him at her climax. She dug her
nails into the back of his neck, squeezed his face hard with her
thighs, pushed her torso forward and screamed as she had an
intense orgasm.
Charlie's neck hurt, his ears felt like they had been cut and torn
off. Never had his face been fucked like this. But to hear her
scream in pleasure was worth it all.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm cumming". She screamed loudly. A little to loud
Charlie thought.
She held on to his head. She could hear his sucking or maybe he
was trying to breath. She knew Charlie wanted air but just a few
more seconds. She turned his head loose and relaxed her legs. Charlie
took in air in big gasps. She let him catch up with his breathing.
"Do you have me clean, Charlie?" Cassie giggled again. "You did
please me, Charlie. You are really good at that. I think this is
going to be a great trip for me. You loved eating me, didn't you.
Tell the truth Charlie." Another giggle. "I know you liked it as
much, maybe even more than I did! I would have prolonged it longer,
I can make it a lot longer. But Charlie, I am about to float. I
have simply got to go pee."
"Cassie, I can not do that, especially not here."
"Charlie, any man would eat my pussy in private. No man has ever
refuse to drink my pee if I asked him to. This is your chance to
prove to me you think I am as special as all of the looks you have
been giving me for the last couple months. Charlie, if you refuse
me a little thing like drinking my pee, I will catch the next flight
back and you will not ever see me again. I have been watching you
staring at me when you thought I was looking only at my copy, or the
files, when I bent over to pickup something, and all other times. I
know you arranged the mirror in your office so you could see me from
your desk. I know you watch me all of the time. I am not stupid,
Charlie. Now press tightly, let your mouth fill, and swallow in big
gulps, exhale, breathe in, let it fill again, swallow and exhale.
Get it wrong and you will get all wet, strangle, maybe both."
Another giggle.
"Yes," He replied. How could he refuse her. He was so hard. Drinking
her piss did not seem nearly as bad as when she first said it.
Besides his tongue, his mouth, even his tonsils was coated with her
cum. Her piss would wash it all down. He had never drink piss before
but coming out of a body like Cassie's it would not be so bad. These
thoughts went through his mind in rapid order as she again pulled his
head tightly against her. Charlie opened his mouth wide and placed it
tightly over her pussy. He knew he had fantacised about this very thing.
He just could not bring himself to suggest it to a call girl. Taking a
deep breath, god her aroma was intoxocating. For a lady her size she
was small, even though she was still aroused.
"I am going to pee now," she cooed. "I will pee as slowly as I can but
I need to go so much if you can't keep up just press on my leg and I
will stop for a bit so you can swallow and breathe. I would not want
to choke you, the first time."
She teased. Another giggle.
She began pissing. He had never tasted piss before. It had an ammonia
smell and tasty salty. he could also taste the alcohol she had consumed.
In one word he could sum up the taste, YUCK. He could not help but
wonder if he could become intoxicated by drinking her piss. Her piss
was not really unpleasant, he thought as he continued to swallow big
gulps of it. True it would be very bad except he knew the container from
which it came. It was beautiful, really beautiful. He just concentrated on
rapidly swallowing big glups. He would let his mouth fill while he
breathed through his nose. His nose was filled with the smell of her
pussy and her piss. Yep, Charlie was in heaven again. And his penis about
to burst.
Her mind wandered. He is really good at being my toilet, she thought.
with proper training he will become a really terrific slave. In a very
short time I will own him body and soul. I will try to increase his
useful life span for my enjoyment and pleasure. Surly I can make him
last longer than a few years. I think it is time he retires and
concentrates on his new position and status in life, "Cassie's Toilet",
Yes, this will be his last business trip, he is mine."
"Charlie, are you positive you have never been used before? You are
doing very nicely. In fact you are just to good." Cassie said, with
another giggle.
That probably broke his attention because he pressed on her leg. She
stopped.
"Hurry Charlie, I can't hold very long. You do want this to be pleasant
for me, don't you." Another giggle.
She finished pissing.
" Clean me really good Charlie, that's it. I love it when you lick me
like that. You have a terrific tongue, and Charlie, you have been sooo
considerate. I like a man who is considerate and concentrates on my
pleasure instead of thinking about himself. Yes, charlie, you are a
very good lover."
Charlie swelled with pride. His penis was swelled too. A lot. He could
not remember an erection like this one.
"Charlie, take down your pants."
Charlie eagerly complied.
"Let me see that, Charlie." She said as she reached for his penis. She
took it in her hand and began to stroke it.
"Cassie, I need more, let me make love to you."
"Charlie, you already have. I do not like to be fucked. It has been
tried and it hurt to much. You had to notice how small and tight I am.
A big dick like yours would tear me up. No, Charlie, if you want a
relationship with me you have to give me lots of oral attention and be
satisfied with me jacking you off."
This was a let down to Charlie. But no one had ever said he had a
big dick before. No one had ever said he was a good lover, she said
"great lover". Charlie had always thought of himself as being small.
Yet the most gorgeous woman in the world thought he was to large for
her. The hell with what the other women thought. Cassie's thoughts
were all that mattered.
Charlie came, his sperm splattered against the wall with the first shot.
His cum was all over Cassie's hand.
"Why Charlie." She explained. "You are soooo manly. That was some shot
you just made. But look at my fingers, they are a mess."
"We are making the approach, please fasten your seat belts." Came over
the speaker.
"Oh Charlie, my hand is a mess, clean it off."
Charlie reached for the Kleenex.
"No Charlie, that will never do."
She put her fingers up to Charlies mouth. "Lick it off, Charlie."
She said.
Her eyes were so large and beautiful. The plane was going down.
"Would you lick my cum off of your fingers, Cassie?" Charlie
asked in a soft voice.
"Charlie"! A lady does not suck on her own fingers. Open your
mouth. Don't ruin a perfect flight, give me your fingers and I
will suck on them. Now open up."
She pushed a cum covered finger against Charlie's lips.
Charlie put his fingers to her beautiful mouth, god she was
beautiful. He opened his mouth and began licking his cum off her
fingers. Never had he tasted his cum, or any man's cum before.
Never did he think he ever would. Charlie was beginning a journey
of first. Much, much more, than he could possibly imagine.
"Oh he will be good," She thought, as she shivered with pleasure.
"This flight has not been so bad, now has it." The pilot said
over the speaker.
"It has been my best flight, Charlie." Cassie whispered to Charlie,
as she flashed him her big beautiful smile.
"I have enjoyed this flight too." Charlie reported.
"My fear of flying may be over if I am flying with you." Said Cassie.
Another really big smile. She leaned over and kissed Charlie on the
forehead.
"Charlie, your face smells just like my pussy. And no wonder, you
still have my cum on your face. You naughty boy." Cassie giggled.
"Hold still."
She wiped some cum and put her finger to Charlie's mouth to be
sucked.
"Charlie honey, your breath smells like pussy and pee. I simply can't
imagine why!"
She giggled and flashed Charlie another big beautiful smile.
She is so gorgeous, and so young, was all Charlie could think.
The canned message was given that they were about to land in
Dallas. The weather was sunny, slight breeze and 76 degrees.
"What a beautiful Day." Cassie said, as she flashed Charlie
another of her big beautiful smiles. Cassie was really beaming.
Charlie had never seen her so happy. He was so grateful to know
he had made her this happy. Nothing was to good for Cassie,
nothing.
They had flown to Dallas on Friday. They would not have a meeting
until 10:00 AM Monday. She would further his training tonight,
Saturday, and Saturday night. She would allow him to rest and
recuperate on Sunday. She wanted him in good shape for his Monday
meeting. After all he would announce his retirement when they
returned. Joe Goldbloom had offered a good price for the business
on several occassions. Charlie would call him Monday after his
meeting and let Joe know he would accept.
When they were disembarking the plane, the pilot smiled at Charlie
winked and said, "I bet you did enjoy this trip".
Charlie blushed. He wondered if the pilot knew when he was eating
Cassie. He wasn"t sure it mattered. Cassie is a true goddess.
Charlie sighed as he loaded their luggage on a cart and pushed
it outside. He could still taste her piss. He hailed a taxi and
they rode the short distance to their motel as he savored her piss.
They had two rooms reserved. Charlie hoped they would use only one.
He didn't even mind having paid for two. He knew he wanted to eat
Cassie again and not be restricted as they were in the plane. He bet
she could really moan in bed. He longed to eat her to orgasm, suck
all the cum from her beautiful shaved pussey and continue to lick
and tease her clit until she could cum again. He wanted to do this
as long as she could wiggle her 36 inch ass and he could move his
tongue. He use to wonder why he was born with a tongue like his.
He could touch his nose with it. Not just the tip but actually lick
his nose, a good inch of tongue he could put on his nose. He had
not been able to give Cassie the eating out she deserved. He vowed
to do so tonight if he was given the opportunity. He thought she
really enjoyed it based on the smile she flashed him and the smiles
she continue to throw his way. Man she was beautiful!
When they checked in the Motel, Charlie looked around at all of the
eyes on them, on Cassie, really. As they went toward their rooms he
heard a man say, "God, she is beautiful". Charlie had never been
prouder.
