Date: Thu, 4 Aug 2022 10:44:46 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: The Personal Assistant (Lesbian /Authoritarian, oral, anal, F/F) Authoritarian, oral, anal, F/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women and girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2022 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. The Personal Assistant By Jan Walking through the iron gates and up the approach to the Manor house built in the style of Florentine Tuscan Villas I was duly impressed and intimidated. The security guard had directed me to the office to the left side of the manor. When I entered the office, I was directed to the office of the General. The secretary glanced at the clock as if to verify that I was on time and said: "You must be Miss Catherin Grayson! You're expected to come with me." She led me into the manager's office and introduced me to the middle- aged man sitting behind the desk. He stood up and came around the desk as the secretary left. He took my hand in both of his as he shook my hand. "Miss Grayson please come with me to the main house to meet Mrs. Chancellor. What do you know about her?" I stammered a little: "I don't know very much. The family were involved in bringing the railroad into the State and they own the largest newspaper and television station in the city and they support the performing arts." He smiled: "That is not all of the family interests but that is not about Mrs. Chancellor. She is the matriarch of the family. Her grandsons are in charge of the family businesses and she is in charge of the philanthropic activities. The charities enhance the family reputation and are a tax write off. We passed through a passageway into the manor house and he led me through several rooms that would have impressed the curators of any museum. We eventually came to an office that could have been the office of King Louis XVI the last King of France. After his beheading on January 21, 793. The mob removed the Fleur-de-lis from everything they could. The wool carpet on the floor of the office had been obviously cut at both ends where the Fleur-de-lis had been removed. The rug was an original from one of Louis XVI's homes. Even the drapes were period correct. Even the furniture, tables, and desk were correct. The light fixtures had been modified to accommodate modern electrical systems. As impressed as I was standing in a room that could have been right out of one Louis's palaces during the American Revolution, the silver haired woman that arose from behind the desk to greet me. She came around the desk to take my hand and as she shook hand she said: "Miss Grayson it is a pleasure to meet you! May I call you Catherin or would you prefer Cathy?" I was impressed by the slender, tall, and gray- haired women. She had a regal appearance that belied her chronological age. I was flustered that the woman talked to me as if she looked upon me as if I was her equal. She introduced herself as Ms. Fanny-May Chancellor. Please call me Fanny-May! I actually hate being called Fanny. It has objectionable meanings in the English and American languages!" (I knew that in the UK fanny is a crude reference to a woman's cunt, and in America fanny refers to a human butt,) I accepted her hand and replied: "I prefer the casual name of Cathy. My mother only used the formal name Catherin when she reprimanded me or issued a command." She smiled: "Was your mother a strict despoliation?" I blushed and said: "Indeed she was. Her moto was 'SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL THE CHILD." Fanny-May was holding my hand warmly and said: "Your mother sounds like my kind of woman. I don't expect my staff to be perfect, but I do expect them to accept responsibility and accept retribution for their actions," There was something in that statement that gave be pause about accepting the position of personal assistant, but the salary she was offering was too good to walk away from. She said: "Let me show you your office and explain your duties." She pulled me towards her as she pulled me alongside her, she placed her left hand around my waist and walked me to the adjoining office. I was overwhelmed by what would be my office. It was also furnished in obvious authentic Louis XVI's furniture. On my desk was a modern phone and intercom. There was a laptop computer with a laser office color printer. Behind the desk was a bay window that had a marvelous view of a manicured garden that sprawled over many acres of land. Then she took me on a tour of the manor. She pointed out that there was a total of 16 guest's rooms and a total of 24 bathrooms in the manor. The last two rooms she showed me was first her bedroom. It was amazingly elaborately decorated with period furniture. There was an adjoining huge bathroom. At the opposite end of the bathroom was another door. When she opened the door there was another bedroom. Fanny-May proudly showed me the room. The walk in closet had shelves that could accommodate possibly 100 pairs of shoes. There was a comfortable bench in the middle and a spacious closet covering two walls. There was a mirrored cubby that would allow the person to get almost a 360-degree view of the person. In the bedroom she showed me the empty draws. She asked me: "what do you think of the room?" I was overwhelmed by the room and assumed the room was for my future husband. I said: "The room was suitable for even King Louie himself," Ms. Fanny-May's face lit up: "Homey, this room is for my Personal Assistant! As part of your duties, you will be my body assistant. You will select my clothes to see to it that I am dressed appropriately for all occasions. You will wear my clothes to insure they are broken in before they are added to my closet. I hate to brak in new clothes." I was taken aback, I had heard of wealthy men that had body doubles that broke in their clothes, but I had never heard of women that did that. It became obvious why I had been selected for the job. My secretarial references were impeccable, but I was also almost a body double for her. "I asked: Why did you select me to be your assistant?" Ms. Chancellor's face got serious: "I did extensive research before inviting you here for an interview. Your academic record and your recommendation by the congressman you a congressional aid for was superior. I even had a long talk with your academic counselor, Ms. Ferguson, at Brown University." Hearing her name mentioned made my body tremble. I couldn't help remembering all of the hours in consultation in her bed. I feared she might have revealed too much about our personal relationship. "I hope Ms. Ferguson didn't say too much." Ms. councilor smiled: "I must say that her recommendation was the one that convinced me that you were the ideal person to be my personal assistant!" The way she said that made me think that my counselor had told her everything. Fanny-May maneuvered me around to face the bed and pulled my hair back and away from the right side of my neck and kissed me, at the same time she slipped her right hand inside the front of the business suit and blouse she slipped her hand into my bra and felt my left breast. There was no doubt what she wanted and what my college lover had told her. At that point Fanny-May used her left hand to reach around my body and placed my hand on crotch and started rubbing me. Then she moved her hand under the cost and down into the waistband of my skirt and into my lace panties. She dipped her fingers into my trimmed pubic hair and she diddled my clitoris with her fingertip. I responded by becoming weak kneed and my body started quivering as my body grew close to orgasm. I leaned against Fanny-May's body and relaxed until I regained my balance, The I stood up and turned my head and kissed her on the mouth. At that point she removed her hand from my clothes and turned me around. She unbuttoned my gray jacket and pulled it off of my shoulder and placed it on the hope chest at the foot of the bed. Next, she unbuttoned my blue silk blouse and pulled it off of my shoulders and tossed it on top of the jacket. She admired the lace teal colored bra before she unbuttoned the gray skirts tab and unzipped skirt to allow her to pull the skirt down over my hips. Then she pulled the half- slip down and placed them on the hope chest. She stood there admiring my matching teal lace hip hugger panties, and self-supporting nylons. My calves were in a tight knot because I was wearing navy blue patent leather four-inch stiletto pumps. She pushed me back against the bed until sat down. Now it was my turn to watch my new boss undress herself. She obviously didn't want my help because she had to be in control. She was wearing a maroon business suit that was tailored for her. The color was striking against her silver hair. Around her neck was a rope made of fresh water pearls, she removed her coat and unbuttoned the cuffs of her silver silk blouse before she unbuttoned the blouse and removed it. She was wearing a maroon-colored lace bra that was filled by her 36-C breasts. Then she unbuttoned the tab of her skirt and unzipped the skirt, which allowed her to pull the skirt down over her wide hips and stepped out of the skirt. Then she pulled the silk half slip off. She was standing there in the matching maroon lace hip hugger panties, and dark nylons attached to the matching maroon garter belt, and maroon pumps that added three inches to her height. I admired her classic beauty as she stood there for a moment before she reached back and unhooked her bra and performed a bit of a tease before she revealed her breasts. They belied her chronological age. The looked as firm and creamy smooth as a teenage virgin. Then she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly peeled them down exposing her mound of Venus. The shin was smooth as a young girl. There was only a narrow strip of dark trimmed hair that was like a landing strip pointing towards the crack. Even with the garter belt, nylons and heels she looked like a Greek statue. The accouris added to her erotic appeal. She let me admire her for a moment before she gently pushed me backwards until my legs were pressed against the bed. I sat down on the bed and she placed her hands on my shoulders and laid me back onto the bed as she laid on top of me. She kissed me with an all- consuming passion that took my breath away. She worshiped my breasts and by the time she was satisfied with mothing, my breasts and sucking on my nipples glistened with saliva. I held my breath as she moved down my body and when she knelt by the bed and spread my legs I moaned when I felt her breath on my pubic hair. The things she did with her tongue were amazing I had two orgasms in quick succession. As I lay there recovering, I contemplated the duties I would enjoy as Fanny-May's Assistant. While I was laying across the bed with my legs dangling over the bed, my eyes were closed but I could feel the mattress moving. I knew that Fanny- May was getting on the bed. She stood up and placed her feet on either side of my body next to my ribcage and she knelt and onto her knees next to my head that pinned my arms to the mattress and she sat on my chest. I was looking at her crotch. From that angle I could see her asshole as well as her hairy pussy. When she leaned forward her pussy spread over my face virtually smothering me with her moist flesh. She started rocking her hips back and forth, raking her pussy against my face from my chin to my forehead. The action virtually forced her vaginal fluid up my nose, not to mention the pleasure Fanny-May was getting a lot of stimulation from my nose bumping into her clit. If it wasn't for the fluid in my nose, I would have smelled her asshole when her hips were thrust all the way to my forehead. When she experienced her orgasm, she was howling and almost collapsed off of me. When she recovered, she pulled me upright and led me next-door to the bathroom in her bedroom and she drew the bath that also had air and water jets to massage our bodies while we soaked in the hot scented water. That was the beginning of a long satisfy career working for her. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of female sexuality, please send your outline to janmay6969@gmail.com