I sighed as I slumped into my chair at eight am. My usual routine was getting up at five and writing for several hours. I couldn’t remember the last time I had done that.
I looked at my bookshelf and saw my New York Times best-selling novel. It was five years since I had published that book and nothing since. I convinced myself that writer’s block prevented me from getting to it, but I knew that was just a synonym for laziness.
Looking at some of the books I had read reminded me of reading about successful men attributing a significant portion of their success to a woman. Whether it was their wives or a mistress, they said they were inspired by their beauty, presence and touch.
Since I was approaching my late 60s and didn’t have the motivation to go out and meet women, I realised the easiest solution was to hire a beautiful secretary.
After I put an ad online, I made myself a cup of coffee. My phone rang as I was in the kitchen, so I scuttled back to the study and answered.
Several more candidates called after that call, and I scheduled interviews.
The first two ladies weren’t bad, but I didn’t feel that they would get my blood pumping and raise my spirits.
The third candidate was Leticia.
I extended my hand and said, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
She revealed her white teeth, and her cheeks rounded as her lips stretched. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr Leewood.”
I loved the way she said that. “Please, call me Clark.”
I crossed my legs as I sat and licked my lips while looking at her thick blonde hair and busty figure. Her presence had gotten me fired up, but I felt that she had more to offer.
“Tell me about yourself,” I said.
“I’m from Uruguay.”
“Oh, nice. How long have you been in the US?”
“I just recently got here.”
My eyebrows raised. “I see. How was your flight?”
She smiled as she lowered her gaze to the floor. “I didn’t take a flight. I walked.”
My eyebrows raised as I leaned forward. “You what?”
“There was some part of the journey where I had to take a boat, but it was mostly walking.”
“You’re kidding? Why?”
“Money. The situation at home is very difficult, so I thought that the only way to help my family was by coming to America. I had a little bit of money for transportation, but I had to keep most of it because I didn’t know how long it would take me to get a job.”
“Fascinating. You’re so brave.” Her smile broadened. I loved seeing it, and I couldn’t wait to see her again. “I would love to hear more about your story, so If you want the job, it’s yours.”
She nodded while smiling and said, “Yes, I would be delighted. Thank you very much.”
Leticia started the following morning. I didn’t have any work for her, so I thought that it would be a good idea to hear more of her story. As she started talking, I grabbed a pen and paper to document it after receiving her approval.
She told me how she walked fifty miles each day before retiring on a park bench or under a tree. She decided to make the journey in summer so that she would be warm while sleeping outside. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I thought that she was a remarkable young lady who had the heart of a lion.
Leticia also spoke about jumping out of a moving car when a man picked her up to give her a lift and got aggressive with her. I kept writing as she spoke, and my heart went out to her. Some of the events that she described brought tears to my eyes, which I held back by looking at the notepad and swallowing.
For the next few days, Leticia told me her story, and we wrapped it up early the following week. Not knowing what tasks to assign to her, I told her about myself.
She was impressed with me waking up at five to write every day and that I was an award-winning novelist.
Seeing that she was impressed by my writing routine and that I had material, I woke up the following morning at five and started writing Leticia’s story.
She walked into the house at nine am, knocked on the study room door and entered with a cup of coffee. She walked around the desk, put the coffee on the table and peeked at my computer.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to disturb your writing.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m almost finished for the day. How are you?” I asked, smiling.
She smiled and leaned against the table, her legs only centimetres from mine. I rolled my chair back, and my chair turned as I faced her, my groin pointing at hers. Leticia put her hands on the desk, next to her waist and tucked her head in between her shoulders and smiled.
Blood rushed to my groin, and I bit my lip as I looked at her chest and lowered my eyes to her stomach and legs. She looked so damn good that I couldn’t help but show my lust for her.
Leticia’s smile made me feel comfortable for showing my desires, so I stood up and looked her in the eyes. The warmth in her eyes made my hands reach for her shoulders. I clutched them and stepped closer, my boner brushing her.
She rubbed my hamstring while smiling, then craned her head back as I kissed her neck. I put my arms around her and pulled her into me, pressing my boner against her. She ran her hand over it and squeezed it. My eyelids lowered as the adrenalin rushed through me. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so alive.
Leticia turned around and spread her arms on the desk and stuck her ass out. I pulled down her pants and got on my knees, then bit her butt cheeks and parted them. Her pussy looked magnificent. I licked it several times while squeezing her cheeks.
After I got back to my feet, I pulled down my pants and whipped out my boner. Leticia lowered her head and back as she hovered over the desk. I stuck my dick into her pussy and grabbed her just below her armpits.
She moaned as I penetrated, encouraging me to go faster. I grabbed her shoulders and increased the pace, making her moan louder.
“Oh, yes, Mr Leewood. That’s it. Give it to me.”
I loved the way she said my name. “Who’s your daddy?” I asked while banging her.
“You are. You’re my daddy.”
That made me hornier, so I leaned over her and put my arms around her stomach, then drilled my dick into her very fast. She screamed several times.
After giving it to her doggy for some time, she turned around and sat on the desk, facing me. She wrapped her legs around me and hooked them onto my hamstrings as I stuck my dick in. I put my arms around her neck and penetrated. Her arms were on my waist.
As I climaxed, Leticia got on her knees and sucked my dick. I came in her mouth and on her face, then tapped my dick on her lips to swat off the semen on my tip.
We continued having sex for the next few weeks, and I finished the book, which I released as a novella. I included myself in the story as a fictional character that Leticia’s character meets at the end of her journey.
My reader’s loved the book. It hit the number one spot three weeks after its release. I couldn’t wait for Leticia to come to work the following day so that I could tell her.
Her chin was brushing her chest as she walked in. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
She raised her head slowly. “My father is sick. He needs surgery, and I need to go back home.”
“Oh. How serious is it?”
“The doctor said that he might die if they don’t operate soon.”
“Oh, my. Do you have money for the operation?”
She lowered her chin and shook her head. Considering she had been through so much and helped me to write a new best-seller, I asked, “How much do you need?”
“Fifty thousand dollars.”
I went to the bank and returned an hour later with the money. “Here’s the money.”
“Thank you so much, Mr Leewood. I don’t know how I’m going to repay you.”
“No need. The only thing I expect is for you to come back once your dad recovers.” I needed her as inspiration to continue writing, and the sex was great.
She smiled. “No problem, Mr Leewood.”
Leticia left her address and phone number of where she was going.
After a few days, I started missing her. I thought about calling her, but I thought it would be better to surprise her.
I got on a flight to Uruguay and went to the village where she lived. “I’m looking for Leticia Rodriguez,” I asked an elderly gentleman after struggling to find the address.
He pursed his lips and shook his head. He didn’t know the name or the address. After asking several other people, I called the number that Leticia left me. The number was non-existent. I smirked, knowing that Leticia had conned me. I felt stupid for believing her incredulous story, but a beautiful woman had the power to make a rational man through all logic out of the window.
There I was, in the middle of the village and with fifty thousand dollars less in my bank account.
What I had was the sequel to my novella in the series. I continued writing the story from where Leticia had met me and detailed everything that had happened after that.
My readers made it a best-seller in the first week of its release.