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I've been curious about Linked In and similar sites for a while now, perv that I am I just pick up on the horny undercurrents there...everyone has to hide behind double meanings, so you get these profiles with a photo of some slutty secretary with her tits almost falling out of her tight low cut top, too much makeup, directly looking at the camera with a hungry for cock look in her eyes. "Looking for new adventures....obediant, passionate, loves handling big challenges, ...heavy workload, good oral skills...etc etc".
Best of all is how mostly asian companies seem to have got their girls trained well to believe it's correct English to describe themselves as "Secretary cum Receptionist" or "Personal Assistant cum Cleaner cum Glamour Model".
So I decided to advertise saying I'm looking for some new female office staff, and see what cums up.
In the advert I stated that there is a strict office dress code, and decided to also make a position available for a sortof slut dress code manageress, a dirty-minded bitch who only thinks about making sure the girls skirts are short enough because the boss wants to keep an eye on their panties to make sure they are wearing any. These women do exist on such sites, with job titles like "Beauty Advisor", "Correctional makeup coach", basically telling secretaries to stick their tits out more, wear higher heels, and spend more time looking at the porn magazines in their handbags and desk drawers to get some fashion tips.I got so many replies from these dirty minded sluts who will willingly suck my cock if they think they will get the job, or a new pair of panties. Here's some of the profile pics of these "cum receptionists", 3 of them did indeed receive a lot of my cum all over the back of their micro mini skirts during an inspection earlier today with my new office manageress colleague, who also gave them a good spanking and taught them how to jerk a cock properly, wanking me off wearing their black latex gloves..
so, take a look at these dirty little sluts, some of them didnt even remember to wipe the cum off their face before the photo got taken, and it doesnt look like the dress code will be so hard to enforce, as they seem to love flashing their tits on public forums. I'm still taking applications, so if any of you girls would like to apply your glamour modelling cum reception skills, would enjoy cleaning my cock with your tongue when required, love to compete for best dressed secretary and want to be the boss' (me) favourite cum receptionist, want to have your very own desk, and be paid with a clothing allowance and your favourite fashion mags , send me your cv, with photos please.


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and here's a few of the applicants, the photos came with their cv:
the first one is in charge of skirt length and receives extra attention from my cock..

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I've been playing on the net with a girlfriend in Japan, she's often in a busy part of Tokyo and sometimes sees women (often office ladies etc) with high heels a bit above the requirements shall we say, and takes a pic for me, knowing well what a perv I am. Recently I've been buying the CHEAPEST TRASHIEST shoes from China on ebay in this friends size (23cm btw)...she normally wears more "designer" stuff (still kinda s/m bt not stuff that looks like cheap costumes) , and sending them to her so she can take some pics, and so that we have some toys when I go over there. She jokes about these shoes being too much like the "normal" girls wear, but to me that just makes it more exciting. Anyway I just go by what makes my cock the hardest, and as I said in my last post I like girls who think porn magazines are fashion mags.
I had a daydream about chatting with the sales girl for one of these Chinese slutty shoes manufacturers and telling her I wanted to buy the highest sexiest shoes they had for all the secretaries in my big company, all the same height and style to be sure it didn't turn into a huge catfight. The sales girl thought it was a very good idea and switched to her webcam to model some of them for me, and started rubbing the long heels against her face and licking them to convince me how much I needed to buy them. What a generous boss I am, to make such a wonderful gift, she told me when her tongue wasn't busy advertizing the product.

Here are a few photos my girl in Japan sent me of shoes she thinks my secretary should wear, from a video she found online somewhere. Also 2 she took of some typical OL in the queue in front of her at the station, to show that even the very normal ones make an effort to dress correctly, but they need to be told that their heels are not high enough and their skirts are obviously far too long:

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I hope the right kind of girl is reading this.
Believe it or not, with porn so easily available on the Internet, I still occasionally enjoy the thrill of buying dirty magazines in a newsagent. Why, You ask? In the hope that there will be a cute girl working there. An opportunity for a kind of mild sexual harassment, you could say..
In my town I found a "presse" where that is the case, at least half the time when her husbands not there. A really pretty well-dressed young woman serving (sorry) there wearing a bit too much makeup, which I always see as a good sign. Yesterday I saw that the coast was clear so I entered the shop and deliberately spent a long time looking at the porn, checking to see if she was watching, and I did catch her glancing over a couple of times, worried I would steal something or having pervy thoughts I couldn't tell which. I bought a magazine, made a point of turning it round so the front cover was facing her and my hand was covering the price, and I confess that my cock got hard just having "xxxxxx" her to look at the whole cover in detail. Just that. That's how terrible I am.
She kept very firm eye contact and so did I, (and yes she is super hot in fact, I told myself) but she was playing the neutral role of the professional newsagent, same smile for everyone, although I did wonder if she wasn't enjoying the mental picture of me going straight home and having a wank when she said she hoped I would enjoy the rest of the afternoon.
I walked home realizing I'd managed to give myself a huge hardon just by (in effect) paying her to look at degrading pictures of women, and forcing her to thank me for it, and have a nice day. And I wanted to do it to her more, to see if she was excited by it.
So the following day I had this perverted urge to go back there to see how much further I could push things, and after choosing one magazine I took it to the counter and managed to asked her a weird question: which was the best magazine? I was right in thinking she wouldn't deny that she knew at least roughly each magazines contents. I wanted to ask her if she knew of another one a bit like the one I had placed on the counter, to which, much to my surprise, she tore off the wrapping and opened it, as if she had suddenly become an expert on my taste in pornography, falling by chance on a double page spread of 3 office girls wearing glasses bent down sucking cocks in a fake office. "This one's half adverts" she said, pausing on a page of phone sex ads, tiny scenes of cocksucking, gaping butts, clothed Eastern European bimbos peeing on each other, and cum-drenched schoolgirls faces, greedy tongues sticking out like devil horns. I mumbled something about these pages being my favourite because they play with my imagination" and before I'd finished she took a glance at the door to reassure herself noone else had entered. I asked her if it would be possible to order different titles, maybe something stronger?
She opened a browser and gestured me to come behind the counter, so I squeezed in next to her, trying to rub my bulging cock against her leg as accidentally as possible but a mischevious smile signalled that she was already well decided as to where this was headed.
Still sticking to our roles as vendor and customer, while at the same time sizing up my cock with her leg, she showed me a huge list on her screen of of the 10000s of titles she could order, and I remembered an Indian newsagent in London which looked like the pervy Indian guys working there had ordered almost all of it, and I remember thinking I would do the same, and fuck whether anyone bought any of it.
It was actually "him", her husband who decided what they stocked every month, a kind of minimum package of the standard Hot Video and some mostly fake contact mags. Boring guy. She said that "we could try" to order a few more, and squeezed past my cock making it clear that she had something cool to show me at the back of the shop where the porn section was. Turns out that she has been adding 2 or 3 "titres un peu plus interessante" with all the other orders , each month for the past few years (of marital boredom, I guessed)., She moved some other magazines off the lowest shelf whose lid opened up, and inside she proudly revealed a HUGE stash of, guess what, mostly English porn, the kind of stuff that was part of my sex education, finding it in the forest (I'll save that story for another day), why, I hear you ask? Because, she laughed, she wanted to study English! I joked that she'd get arrested if she spoke like the filthy sluts in Razzle, Escort, Men's World, and then I knew that the "English" she wanted to "study" was me and my cock.
Since inviting me to the little corner of seediness in the back of HER shop, as if she was making herself part of the top shelf's theme, she'd been expertly hiking up her skirt shorter and shorter, until it followed the same fashion as the girl's skirts in her secret magazines, and she'd correspondingly changed her posture, blatantly sticking her tits out so they strained in the tight nylon top, even checking with a finger to make sure her nipples were erect through the cheap semi transparent fabric. Then, with a flash of black lace lingerie she suddenly grabbed about half the pile of magazines, flicking through and asking me, "her?" , "this one?" "you like?" and when I nodded she placed the magazine open on the floor and started opening the others, looking at the pages with an expression almost like awe, running her nails over a 2-page spread we both preferred, like we were deciding on wall colours for our new house together. Eventually the entire back part of the shop floor was covered with her collection. By the time she'd finished her skirt was up around her hips and she sat down , legs spead, in the middle of her dirty decor, and smiled at me.
Then she unzipped my jeans, took out my throbbing cock, and started furiously wanking me off into her face, sometimes slapping it against her cheek or rubbing it over her red lips, wanking harder and harder, stopping to run her long tongue up and down the entire length before greedily forcing it into her mouth and sucking me off in such a "professional" pornstar way that I realized she was basing her actions on the scene in a movie she had seen, and that this was her first performance. So perfect was the coming together of 2D and 3D, fantasy realized by 2 naughty adults, that I soon messily sprayed my cum all over her face, tits , legs and photos either side of her as she fingered herself to a noisy climax while the last of my cum hit the 2D English sluts on the pages of her precious filth. We silently picked up the magazines, folded them up keeping the juices inside, put them back under the crossword magazines, and just as I was trying to figure out how to say goodbye she winked and gestured towards the door.
I walked past the other day and got a "shits going down" glance from her, and so far I don't wanna push it. I've done my bit for women's liberation.
I did however search online for photos or videos of women in miniskirts and heels reading dirty magazines, and really there aren't so many. Would love to photograph some, or get some of you girls to take part. I love the idea that they enjoy the pervertedness of reading these magazines, as I said in my last blog entry I want a slut who thinks porn is to get fashion ideas from...
Here's a few photos I found, but I think there must be some of you girls who would be into posing for more:



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Hi all, I have to be a bit careful about my i.d., hence the generic pic of my cock, although you have to admit girls, it's the best one ever, not like most of those shrivelled salamis you have to endure.

I feel better here than where I tried writing stuff before, which has been taken over by TS and CD, guys basically, nothing against those folks but it just aint my thing. I just really like real girly girls, and am into women who want to be even more feminine. No that doesnt mean I'm into having my balls stamped on, but yes I do have a huge fetish for girls in heels and ultra tight miniskirts...just want to rub my cock all over you and stick it inside you, try to satisfy you to fuck (and maybe spank) out all of that naughtiness, temporarily of course.
Anyway so I'm going to copy the posts I made over on the other thing and add them to this blog, but in the meantime there's a very satisfying position for the right girl: I'm in need of a new secretary, and in your job interview (in writing please) you must convince me you can fulfill all the following requirements:

First you must desire more than anything else to be my private secretary and maid, naughty deep down but very obedient and eager to serve, who follows all the rules about her comportment and dress code, because there are many rules which she must try to remember (skirt length, type of stockings or pantyhose, makeup, shoe types and heights, when to wear panties, tightness of top, when to apply makeup, length of fingernails, when to ask to go to the bathroom, and so on and so on) and also regular inspections, and is happiest when she's cleaning around under my desk with her tongue (a special treat).

She must understand that sometimes there's so much work to be done that she hasn't got time to go to the toilet even after begging me to, and must try to pee sitting at her desk as discretely as possible, trying not to masturbate. She also knows she must always show me if she has made her stockings, panties and skirt wet even if she knows she might have to bend over the desk for a spanking, or if I need to "dry out" her clothes by fucking her in the pussy or ass over the desk, or if I ask her to sit on the desk wearing fresh panties and skirt and piss herself again while applying her makeup before taking my big hard cock in her hands and slowly rubbing it over her face, sticking her tongue out until I spray cum all over her face and tits, which are falling out of her top, which is too small for such large breasts, and very low cut to save on materials.

In the above situation she should be prepared to be tied to her chair and gagged so that she can't play with herself too much while I piss all over her to wash off the cum. Sometimes she might insist that I let her keep some cum on her clothes and even around her mouth if we are going out for a walk in the forest, for example. She says it's so that everyone will know whose property she is and what kind of dirty girl she is.

She may also spend long periods of time on all 4's, crawling from her desk to mine to bring me photographs or items of her clothing, using her mouth. For example if she wets her panties she might be asked to tie them around her mouth like a gag, before crawling up to my desk with her skirt hitched up so that I can see if she is still wetting herself, as she sometimes does.

I usually allow her to keep the porn magazines I sometimes find in her desk or even in her handbag (I think she steals them), because I know she is looking for ideas for clothes shopping, and other ideas which she might want to develop in her lunch break or after work, and she is welcome to read these when we go out together or on public transport. However we always study these magazines together in depth (and specific photos and videos which she likes to find for me on the internet) and she loves telling me which are her favourite, and which clothing worn by the models in these "fashion magazines" she wants to buy.

Another of her favourite activities is copying these "cock-teasing sluts" poses (as she likes to call them), dressing up for me in the office. She knows that the level of humiliation and degradation is proprtional to how wet her panties get, and how horny she becomes.

Successful aplicant should be very professional at describing herself accurately with vocabulary she has learnt from studying these publications. She especially loves referring to herself as "your dirty little slut", and "private whore", and should always have it in mind to check the hardness of my cock, always talking about her clothes to make sure everything is within the rules, and indeed to make sure the rules haven't changed, as they sometimes do.
For example at certain times of year there is a new directive from me saying that panties are not to be worn and that skirts must be tight enough and high enough to give a clear view when standing of the ass cheeks and 2 or 3 cm of neatly trimmed pussy. This is during extra busy times where there is no time for trips to the bathroom and she must learn to use her handbag and/or high heels as a small toilet, which she can empty onto my cock if asked.

Sometimes the toys which she is allowed to play with if she is being a good girl will be hidden in new places around the office, for example behind the sofa or under the desk. This is to present new challenges to her involving bending over or spreading her legs while always being aware of skirt regulations. This also gives me, the boss, interesting new views of the office, and if I want to shoot any cum I can stick my cock between her skirt and ass cheeks so that the skirt will stick to her ass, making it easier for you to keep it at a certain length.

Fingernails must be kept at least 1 inch long, usually in red varnish but I may specify black or other depending on shoe colour, this is so that you can alter the length of your skirt or check its position more accurately, and also for purely decorative reasons when you are sitting at your desk practicing eyeing me up with your filthy slut looks, the best being legs open enough to show panties under desk, eyes on my cock bulging in my trousers, and slowly rubbing your lips with your fingers, and sticking you tongue out. This excercise shold be repeated whenever you are not on other assignments, with variations such as licking a pair of piss-soaked panties wrapped around one of your highest pairs of heels, practicing your handjob and blowjob services on a sextoy, and/or testing your skills at talking dirty.

Also, as my last secretary was reknowned for it I would like you to continue bringing me lingerie, panties, skirts, shoes and also pornography which you have compulsiely stolen from your other secretary friends bedrooms. These can give you a certain sense of confidence that you are the best slut, with the best taste in clothing, and that these stolen items are just useful for quick emergencies, like always having some friends panties in your handbag to wrap around my cock, squeeezing it with your long nails, when jerking me off in a train toilet, or even when still in one of your freinds houses. Another assignment which I know must excite you intensely, and which you must do alone and then come back and tell me, with photo or video evidence, is where you go into the changing rooms of slutwear clothing stores and pee and masturbate while wearing them, before changing back and leaving the piss-filled prostitute costumes for other dirty watersports sluts to model.

These are just the main prerequisites for successfully becoming my personal secretary, of course feel free to imagine more in your application, and also state what previous jobs you have done if they are related, and you think that experience elsewhere might improve your chances of acceptance (for example if you had any office work where you were required to stay inside the men's toilets offering relief full-time as general assistant and to conduct thorough inspections of the urinals, dealing with any spillages and by asking urinal users if they required your mouth as an executive cock-washer and your clothing and hair as a shield, preventing any fluids from spraying onto the walls floor and other fixtures.

Relpies must be initially in the form of text, with , if available, any photographic material you feel will get you the job. Then the next stage will be more exchanges of messages and photos and possibly audio and video conversations, and if all goes to plan, a training session.