Secretarial Secrets

[experimental_d]

David
Age 46
Height: 6,2
A silver fox destined to become CEO of a large Insurance firm. Deep brown eyes which sparkle with the tinges of brown within his mainly grey hair. Tall and tanned in great condition, not muscular but extremely fit.



David had long fantasised about his secretary, Lucy, 4 years and 25 days ago when she walked into his office, a fine example of understated self confidence, she exuded sexuality. She always drew admiring glances from the male contingency of the office and he would secretly revel in the fact the she was his PA. However thats all she was. She was single but he just felt like he would be abusing his position, he was on the fastrack to become CEO and didn't want anything to get in the way.

Today David was stressed though. He slammed down the receiver and muttered under his breath, "Idiots, the world is full of idiots!!!" He rifled through the multitude of papers that were spread all over his large oak desk. David punched the intercom button and commanded, "Lucy, get in here, I need some help!"

Lucy walked in and as always David forgot his problems for a small perfect second. His eyes fixed on this beauty, his PA looked stunning as always. He had to quickly bring his thoughts together.

"You remember the Dawson file?" David asked, knowing full well she would find it in an instant. "I know it's here somewhere"

He sat back in his chair and let out a big sigh. With Lucy in the room he was now of no use, all he could do was sit back and admire as she inevitably pinpointed the file..

 

[impatient]

Lucy
Age 28
Height 5’6”
Dark blond hair, brown eyes

It was the tone of her boss’s voice that surprised Lucy that Friday afternoon. She knew instantly he was rattled, which wasn’t like him. He usually maintained a cool, calm composure but right now he sounded really out of sorts. The Dawson file….how could she forget that? It was one of their biggest clients, and even if it wasn’t, Lucy knew where everything was kept in his office, and she prided herself on her meticulous attention to detail. She loved working for David. He was intelligent, cultured and breathtakingly handsome. She almost had a little schoolgirl crush on him when they first met, but she had to stifle it deep within her as it was interfering with her work- which was incredibly important to her. She not only performed well, but looked the consummate PA. Today she was wearing one of her favorite outfits, a light grey pencil skirt, matching heels, and white buttoned blouse. Her hair was softly curled and pinned up on the sides.

“Yes Sir, I know exactly where it is,” with a brisk stride towards his desk. “Here you go,” she smiled and plucked the file from the middle of the pile and handed it to him. God, he was so beautiful, even when he was stressed, she mused, and maybe even more so. She liked a man that was strong and bold- a man that had a seething fire behind his eyes when he was angry.

She noticed his shoulders drop and his brow relax as soon as she walked in the room, and now a small smirk played upon his lips. Her eyes were drawn to them, imagining how soft they would feel against hers. Lucy quickly shuddered, and mentally forced herself to re-focus.

“David, would you like to me to straighten up your desk for you? I am finished with my work for the day.”

 

[experimental_d]

David wasn’t surprised that Lucy had found the file, or indeed the speed in which she had plucked it from his desk. She was the best PA in the company and that was why he had chosen her to serve him. He gave a slight smile as she handed him the file, one mixed with relief and self satisfaction at having the best secretary.

He leaned back in his leather chair looking at her from behind the now open file. He enjoyed her understated confidence, and for a second he admired her womanly figure being gripped by the grey pencil skirt toned by her high heels. He wasn’t subtle, and he felt it was his job to make sure that his PA looked good, this was part of that process. Today he approved and his mind began racing with images of his hand caressing the back of her neck, running his hands through softly curled hair, toying with it between his fingertips. These were illicit thoughts though, but that only increased his motivation to explore them further. If only.

His eyes had perhaps lingered a little too long and his fantasies halted as her soft lips curled into sound. Her delicate voice delighted him as it danced through the room with her offer to straighten up the desk. He took stock of her words before replying.

“Lucy, I don’t remember telling you that you were finished with your work…”

The harshness of his words were softened slightly by his flash of white teeth. He liked to tell her when she was finished with her work. Each day she would have to ask permission to leave. Throughout the years of their working relationship it had worked this way and today would be no different.

“…but yes straighten up my desk, it really shouldn’t be this messy, should it?”

He took his glasses from his desk and delicately perched them on the end of his nose, and pushed his chair gently away. He carefully crossed one leg over the other and began reading the Dawson file. Before long however he was unable to find the information he was looking for, and besides he had become distracted as Lucy began to work on his desk…

 

[impatient]

Lucy turned three shades of pink at his remark- her eyes downcast, “Ohh, I’m sorry Sir.” She shook her head slightly from side to side with a modest smile, “You’re right, I forgot to check with you first. It won’t happen again.”

Her submissive attitude by no means indicated a passive dishtowel. You could see it in her eyes, a flicker of fire, only revealed to David. He stirred something within her. She barely knew what it was herself, only that with every interaction with him, it felt electric. There were a multitude of executives at the firm, and she was always respectful and courteous. They had power as well, along with money, memberships at the snooty country club, and the expenses paid trips to Vegas for “conferences,” she snickered at the thought. But with them- nothing.

With David however, there was a wall between them, an invisible barrier that was almost tangible. A barrier she wanted to cross, but couldn’t. He kept a professional distance, and she respected that. There were times though, times like right now, that she imagined there was something more behind his eyes, for a second, those eyes answered her own with two words, “I know.”

“…but yes straighten up my desk, it really shouldn’t be this messy, should it?”

“Yes, of course David,” as she carefully strolled around the desk to the corner of it, keeping a safe distance from him. Focus. Clean desk. She exhaled, a little louder than she meant to. It was bad today. She normally kept her emotions in check around him, but lustful thoughts kept seeping in.

“Ohh, it is hot in here, David? I wonder if the thermostat is acting funny today,” she announced, the banal conversation that always emerged when she was nervous. Lucy pulled at the collar of her silk blouse, her hand then moving to the back of her neck to sweep up her hair.

 

[experimental_d]

David could not concentrate as she busied herself. It was a pleasure watching her gracefully and efficiently tidy his desk, but there was an intensity in the room that distracted him from his work. There had been tension throughout their working relationship and today, as it did occasionally, it was slowly bubbling to the surface. She let out a loud sigh and it seemed to grab David deep within him and attempted to tear the lust from him. The curves of her body enchanted him against the harsh angles of his desk, he longed to combine the two, to fulfil his carnal desires.

He certainly did not disagree with her estimation of the temperature and in mirror of her actions he gently slid his finger between his collar parting it from his skin to ease the moistness. He watched her silk blouse jump away from her skin as she did the same, he caught a fleeting glimpse of the gentle curves at the top of her breasts. His eyes sent messages throughout his body and he felt a sense of need build deep within his trousers. He felt his glimpse was illicit and wrong but it did not bring to a halt his obvious appraisal of her body.

He fought to move such desire to the back of his mind and noticed she had now moved over to the thermostat and had begun fiddling. He was sure she would not know what to do, how could she! He pulled himself up out of his chair and made his way towards the other side of the office, his footsteps soft against the carpet. He could already see she was doing it wrong and he slowly moved up behind her, leaned over and made one correct twist of the dial. His quiet movement had surprised her and he enjoyed the shortness of her breath, it seemed to push her perfume up into him, he instantly became aware she was wearing the one he had brought her. He was suddenly attentive to the fact that his presence was inappropriately close and awkwardness filled the air, the kind of atmosphere he would love to bottle.

“Don’t be clueless Lucy, it’s not broken, your just doing it wrong”

His genuine displeasure leapt from his eyes to hers, and he pulled himself sharply away from her, making his way back to the chair. Lucy was left facing the wall, her hand still resting next to the thermostat, her blouse moving rapidly with each concentrated breath…

 

[impatient]

Lucy stifled the urge to scoff at his harsh critique. Clueless? Seriously? They both knew full well she was far from clueless. Her head and jaw dropped simultaneously and she swallowed hard, trying to recover from his unfair remark. Her hand on the wall started to shake, which she quickly tried to disguise by tapping her French manicured nails on the wall – unfortunately they tapped at a feverish pace, now that her anger bubbled up, and Lucy felt transparent-her emotions on full display for him. It was the end of a long busy week, and she had even stayed late a few days off the clock to make sure all his accounts were caught up. So, she especially didn’t take kindly to his criticism right now. Yes, she was submissive and hated confrontation, but her Irish temper wanted to rear its ugly head right now, and through pursed lips she blew out long exhales to maintain her composure.

That was taking care of the “what” but now she was stewing about the “why.” Why would he call her clueless? She knew he was impressed by her organization skills, work ethic, and intelligence. So, what is going on here really? She shook her head side to side forcefully. This wasn’t dissatisfaction. This was-

No….. No! This wasn’t sexual tension….was it? She spun on her heel – her eyes locked into his gaze. She was extremely intuitive, and this was a man she worked side by side with for several years. She knew every nuance of his moods, every eye-roll, grimace and smirk. The electricity….. Had he felt it too? His eyes betrayed nothing and getting desperate to discover the truth she blurted out tersely, “Sir, do you have a problem with my work?”

 

[experimental_d]

The question confirmed that his comment had got under her skin and a sense of accomplishment appeared on his face. He loved playing games with his beautiful secretary. He registered the question for a second, smiled and then turned away walking back to his desk, his back to her. He placed himself in his chair and carefully spun it until facing her. He leaned back eyeing her standing there awkwardly, his hands meeting together, measuring out an answer. He would answer when he was ready.

Her body language was now demanding an answer, he could almost see the steam rising from her. He took a moment to admire her breasts heaving up and down, moving faster the longer he took with his answer.

“You continue to impress me with your organisation skills. Your work ethic is second to none, you are the best secretary”

He waited and watched to gauge her reaction, wanting to confuse her to put her on the back foot. He went from laid back in his chair to standing up in an instant, and his leather chair moaned from the movement. He enjoyed the way she watched him, in charge of the situation. She still had not moved and he took two strides forward coming to a stop right in front of her, his breath instantly contacting with her immediately after escaping his body. His hand came to a rest above her hip and he could almost feel a heat between the contact, years of resistance flowing between that one point. Her skirt touched against his fingertips, he longed to touch the skin beneath. He pulled her closer and his mouth came to a stop next to her ear. He could almost hear their working relationship shattering around them. He whispered in her ear, the warmth of his breath resting on her face.

“ I have a problem with your work. I have a problem with the way you distract me, the way you tease me”

It annoyed him how stunning she was, how good she was at her job, how she looked in her clothes, yet Lucy was his secretary, Lucy was forbidden. He stepped away, his hand almost fighting to resist breaking this exceptional moment of contact.

“ Sit down” he ordered…

 

[impatient]

Lucy hated herself right now….why had she confronted him, why? It was almost as if the words had leapt out of her mouth and no amount of chasing them would bring them back. Now they would have to go there….to go to that place…the place she didn’t want to acknowledge, let alone face.

She stared at him. He actually looked smug. Well, fine, let’s go there then.

Lucy’s features started working, her brows furrowed in confusion when he praised her, knowing there was something more to follow. She tried to follow his train of thought but was soon derailed when he pounced – literally a hair's breadth in front of her.

Up to this point, her mind was still able to rationalize all of it, but when his determined grip firmly took hold of her, she felt herself disassociate from the present. The only contact their bodies enjoyed during all these years together were awkward bumps in his office when deadlines were hovering and they were scrambling to beat the clock. This was deliberate. This was in forbidden territory. This… was making her insides turn.

“I have a problem with your work. I have a problem with the way you distract me, the way you tease me.”

His warm breath rendered her love drunk, and she involuntarily closed her eyes and let her head tip back to bask in it. Then his words sunk in….distract him, tease him? Surely he didn’t think….

“Sit down,” he ordered…

Lucy trembled…one minute she was checking the thermostat, the next nearly melting in his arms. She had one chance left to stop it…she could run -she could leave right now.

Her eyes darted between the chair and the door, trying to decide. She tottered to the chair and froze for what seemed an eternity. Her face was burning with humiliation….and an inadequately restrained desire…

Lucy’s head dropped forward in resignation and she sat – though internally still fighting it. She wasn’t sure who she was battling against- David….or herself.

 

[experimental_d]

David watched keenly as Lucy shaped herself to the chair opposite his desk, her eyes darted around the room for a second before coming to a stop as her head lowered towards the floor. He revelled in the sense of resignation she demonstrated, there was a sense of fight and that made it all the more pleasing that David was winning.

David silently positioned himself behind her, strands of her hair brushing against his suit trouser, static moving between them. He placed his hand firmly on her shoulder, grasping it tightly. He was beyond doubt now, he knew that years of fustration and desire was slowly beginning to constrict his mind, blinkering him to honesty, motivating him to take what he wanted.

The silence was consuming, all that could be heard was the street below. Even that, David tried to block out, he enjoyed the vacuum that had been created, the intense closeness he could now feel. He gently traced a finger across her shoulder, occasionally stopping with the friction of her blouse, when he reached her neck he softly journeyed around her jaw line. Coming to a stop under her chin he encouraged her head back to a level position. He enjoyed her delicateness, the definition in her neck the tendons that briefly exposed themselves as she moved with his direction

The power of his desire once again fustrated him, he was angry that for all this time Lucy had managed to have this hold over him. This time his tone was louder, as if offered up to the room for discussion;

“Lucy, for four years now, you have sat across from me, teasing me, knowing there wasn't anything I could do about it. Its as if your mission has been to make me unhappy, to flaunt what is forbidden. Is this a game to you?”

 

[impatient]

“Ohh God it’s happening,” Lucy exhaled softly as David came closer to her chair, stealthily moving behind her which further accelerated her burning desire for him. The only movement was the hairs on her delicate arms standing straight up when she felt the silky material of his suit rub against her shoulder and she held back the urge to push up against him.

Lucy, you can’t do this….No…No…..her inner voice muttered over and over. But when she felt his finger travel across her shoulder, that voice was silenced. She wanted him; she wanted to feel David pressed tightly against her, to feel his sensual lips on her own. Fuck what’s right! I need this, she rationalized.

Finger to flesh, she was done. Her lips parted and she realized she was panting. It took everything in her to maintain her composure.

“Lucy, for four years now, you have sat across from me, teasing me, knowing there wasn't anything I could do about it. It’s as if your mission has been to make me unhappy, to flaunt what is forbidden. Is this a game to you?”

Her shoulders dropped and she spun around in her chair, looking up into his eyes trying to assimilate his words. Only after she had turned did she realize too late that her face was level with his belt. She couldn’t help it. Her eyes darted lower to glance at the top of his trousers and she inhaled sharply at the outline of his desire for her. Her nipples hardened in response when she discovered that David now had a clear view of the tops of her breasts. Secretly, she was glad. It was dirty and wrong, he was her boss and she had no right to try to seduce him. Lucy wanted him to ache for her.

“Ohh David….” she whispered, looking back up into his eyes, “I would never want to make you unhappy. All I have ever wanted was to please you…”

 

[experimental_d]

The chair creaked as it span, a smooth whirlwind motion that presented this beauty in front of him, their knees knocking together as she came to a stop. He noticed that his breathe was shortening and quickening, his tie suddenly began to feel tight. However, his eyes still observed that her breathing had increased more, he could see her chest heaving, blouse buttons straining with every movement, fighting for freedom. He could make out the smooth curves that protruded from her blouse, the skin looked so delicate and smooth, he yearned to explore.

His brain began exploring the visuals in front of him, leading to a gentle hardness deep within his trousers, a feeling that surprised him, jumping straight into the argument between wrong and right. A part of him wanted to open the door and march her out, forget about the situation and not have to deal with any consequence. The other section wanted to grab her, to take what he wanted, to satisfy years of lust and denial.

He looked down at her, her big brown eyes betraying her desire a pure intensity portrayed in the whites. He enjoyed how needy she looked, gazing up at him, his secretary at all times. He felt a flinch within his trousers, the material momentarily displayed his want. A combination of chemicals flooded his brain, his masculinity was winning through, his decision made.

His hand lurched forward grabbing her by the chin more forcefully than he had anticipated, his large fingers meant they went as far as her cheeks, a display of maleness against her feminine beauty. There was a certain anger with him, her words of always wanting to please him were almost a taunt, a taunt to the years of frustration and teasing he had experienced. Now it was time to take what should be his.

His lips barely parted as he let out a low rumble

“Well please me then....”

 

[impatient]

Lucy cried out, the intimacy of David’s firm touch upon her face an answer to her own illicit longings for him all these years. It was as bewildering as it was certain- the conflict between right and wrong exploding in her face. She had stifled it for too long…and now she was finally going to have him, or was she? This was not a time to be careless. He was her boss….Her boss! What about tomorrow…what about-

“Well please me then…”

David’s commanding tone snapped her out of her frenetic state like a delicious slap to her face- enveloped her in a state of bliss she had never known. Her eyes were drawn to his, as if by current, feeling the deep intensity that brewed behind them, almost like a dam ready to burst. Oh, and when it does, she thought, God help me!

She couldn’t move for a moment, taking it all in. David, rising star- soon to be CEO of a multimillion dollar insurance firm, standing a hair’s breadth away, his strong hand cupping her cheek, wanted her to please him. A man she had been working with- five days a week for over four years was now a stranger to her-Lucy was now going to see a side of David that excited and frightened her, not knowing where she would end up in the end.

The only place she was heading to right now was on the floor- on her knees in front of him, right where she deserved to be.

Lucy never took her eyes off of David as she sank before him to the soft plush carpet, his grip guiding her down as she dropped – as if giving his approval. Feeling overwhelmed, she whimpered, “Ohh David…” She felt so small and fragile in his presence now. She cast her eyes down to the top of his trousers, then back up to his eyes asking permission. Lucy could almost see his brown eyes sparkle with the control he now had on her.

He stood motionless, enjoying her confused and helpless state. Taking shallow shattered breaths, she reached up with trembling fingers and gently tugged on the zipper tag, letting out a few high pitched sighs of angst as she did so. The zipper came down easily and all that stood before her and his life blood was the thin material of David’s silk boxers.

 

[experimental_d]

David almost gasped as Lucy slowly slid to the floor, following his guiding hand, a lightness and sense of dance enveloped his heart, he realised there was no turning back. She looked so helpless below him, vulnerable and in need of a strong touch. He gently moved his hand through her hair, it felt so soft and parted in the wake of his fingers, falling back to its original position. His hand stopped at the back of her head, as hers gently manipulated his zip downwards. There was no longer a subtle outline, his boxers strained to conceal his desire, his mind having long given up the pointless fight to resist. Instead he wanted to take what was his, to blur the lines of professional servitude.

There was a silence and a stillness and he ached to satisfy his hardness, her lips looked inviting, the gates to a warm haven, a destination he had been unable to reach for so long. The muscles in his hand tightened, wanting to force her to do his bidding. He plunged his other hand deep between his zipper parting the natural gap in his boxers, his hand clasped and reversed.

He stood and enjoyed the moment, his hardness looked so manly, almost moving with the throbbing and desire, in stark contrast to her feminine features that radiated beauty in the background, sharp short breathes emanating from her mouth. He grasped her hair gently, pulling her head back her mouth beginning to part in reaction, her lips visibly moist, her eyes adrenaline fuelled yet tender. He savoured the image, his secretary on her knees about to receive years of tensions, the torment and teasing she had inflicted would be repaid tenfold.

 

[impatient]

You could hear a pin drop. Lucy couldn’t take her eyes off of David’s bulging crotch. She wasn’t sure what to expect. Would David admonish her for being so forward, or would she be rewarded with what she had often dreamed about, so many restless nights rubbing her satin sheets between her legs, wishing instead it was David inside her.

Her entire body was frozen, hardly taking in a single breath. But when David’s strong hand gently raked her hair, she softened under him and let out a cry that let David know this was exactly where she wanted to be. Fuck her job, she didn’t care anymore. She wasn’t going to let anyone or anything get in the way now.

Lucy’s gasp broke the delicious silence again when David revealed his desire in plain sight. She marveled internally as her eyes traveled every inch, her salivary glands involuntarily flooding her mouth in response. Oh God, so close….she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak….like a hungry child dependent on her mother’s milk, eyes dilated, lips parted in anticipation, her head tipped back and she moaned.

A single drop of David’s succulent nectar landed on her outstretched pink tongue and their eyes met.

 

[experimental_d]

David suddenly realised that this was it, the hours spent analysing, viewing his secretary, the journeys his eyes had taken along her curves, the numerous hours spent fantasising, all of this was a reality kneeling before him, his hardness straining to fulfill his dreams.

A glaze of want was apparent in her eyes and the wetness of her tongue looked so appealing. His grip tightened on her hair and he took one last breathe and it echoed around his head. He thrust he cock straight between the redness of her lips and deep into Lucy's mouth. It was warm and wet and an appreciative feeling emanated from his tip, pleasure signals flooding his brain, he let out a gasp of air. He pulled it back out instantly, leaving the saliva hanging, linking his cock to her lips. Her eyes glowed and he thrust back into the heat, it was everything he remembered and just wanted more and more. However he instantly pulled out, as if the pleasure was almost too much to take, the years of waiting clambering to get everything out of him. He let saliva hang in the air again, admiring the beauty in front of him, a small part of his desire had already appeared on her lips, and signal for what was to come. This time he entered her mouth harder and deeper, every inch deep was a year she had teased and tortured him. He held it at the point of pleasure, resistance began to press against his hands, however it was futile and he waited another second before releasing his grip. Adrenaline was now pumping through his body, his heartbeat had quickened and beneath his shirt his chest was moving up and down, muscles reacting to his desire.

He put his hand under her chin, tilting her head back so their eyes met. Her eyes were moist, water created from his over enthusiasm, and her breathing was quicker her chest heaving craving attention. Her blouse looked as if it could contain them no longer so in one swift movement his hands darted lower each one grabbing one side of her blouse, applying force in opposite direction her ripped her blouse apart, only a bra now contained her ample breasts, still beating to her breathe. The buttons released from the material as he pulled, one landing on his suit trousers, slowly sliding to the floor.

He looked at the surprise in her face, indeed revelled in it. He brushed his hair back into its side parting and let both hands fall to his side. He looked down, his hard cock inches away from her lips. He had her exactly where he wanted her and so now it was time for his secretary to demonstrate her true skillset.

 

[impatient]

Lucy looked up at her boss in a completely new light. Her brown eyes glittered in a way that could only say one thing. She was enraptured by him, here, kneeling in front of him- this powerful beautiful man with his massive erection in her face. She whimpered as her lips felt the first touch of his cock.

He thrust inside her a few times, finally giving her what she had craved all these years, years she spent trying to dismiss it, fitfully dreaming about him at night, wet fingers rubbing furiously at her clit – her sexual appetite for him never to be satisfied.

Before she knew what was happening, she felt his hands at her breasts, clawing away at them like a savage animal, hearing the pop of the buttons as they erupted from her blouse. She was on fire!

“Please David….” she begged, “Please let me suck your cock…”

The corners of David’s mouth curled up in sweet victory. He had her now. She was desperate for him, his control, his power, and right this second, his rock hard cock.

He inched closer and smeared the wet tip over her full lips, not trying to be gentle – in fact, pushing it firmly into her face, forcing her head back. Lucy was going to soon find out exactly what she was in for. She couldn’t wait any longer and captured the head with her soft lips, taking him all in her hot hungry mouth, bobbing her head up and down, sucking on him wildly, looking up at him in total reverence. His pre-cum oozed out down her gullet and she moaned.

 

[experimental_d]

As she kneeled there before him begging to suck his cock, his chest puffed, her maleable nature was a delight to him. His secretary was fulfilling his fantasies, a dream of many nights played out before him. Her head begun moving rhythmically, his hand still behind her head was now unnecessary. With apparent delight her mouth engulfed his cock the spirited snappy movements created an impatient hardness he had not experienced for years.

He thrust forward in time with her movements, forcing it deeper, the warmth was intoxicating, his movement deliberate and bold, her throat seemed as if it could be unending, infinite. He grabbed at her breast again, this was no romance it was more of a grope, it was one a many selfish acts purely for his own enjoyment.

He released her breast from his vice grip. His back arched back slightly as Lucy finished one of her journeys to the base of his cock, he closed his eyes in pure enjoyment, all of his senses were queuing up to thank him, appreciative signals danced around his body. Every time her head moved onto his cock the tingling began to build up and up, an explosion on the horizon.

He came round just in time, his hand crudely clamped down onto her hair yanking her head back off his cock, surprise etched across her face. Pre-cum oozing out, a nod to how close it had been. He smiled at her and let out a little chuckle his breath still rapid. He stood there looking down at her, silence and stillness. He wanted to make sure he had the authority and that Lucy would wait for his guidance, she was still is secretary. Wouldn't hurt to remind her though.

He took a step back and sat down in his chair, his buttocks clenching at the coldness of the leather. He clasped his hands together and let them rest against his mouth, it was almost uncomfortable, the quietness, Lucy still on her knees in the middle of the office, her pert breasts hanging out of her blouse, yet she still looked alluring, her shapely figure exquisite to the eye. He had complete command of the moment.

He smoothed the small knot in his neck and looked straight her eyes.

“Stand up Lucy, pull your blouse together your exposing yourself” there was a sound of disappointment in his voice.
“Lean over my desk, placing both your palms flat on the surface”

His eyes watched her every move...

 

[impatient]

“Mmmmm,” Lucy moaned on her boss’s dick as she sucked him wildly. She couldn’t get enough of him. Lucy had never felt so wanton, so desperate for a man’s cock. He tasted fantastic, eruptions of his precum sliding on her tongue and so quickly she swallowed. His seed- inside her. She closed her eyes for a moment and let it sink in, some drool gliding down her chin.

Lucy was taken by surprise when he abruptly pulled out. She instantly worried if she had displeased him, but the white milky drops of cum relieved her. She stayed still, waiting for more of Jack’s succulent cock, but he surprisingly pulled back and sat. Now, she was confused!

His harsh remark about her breasts on display humiliated her, deliciously. She turned her head in pleasure and whimpered. Lucy tried to conceal her smile when he commanded her to his desk. He could have said anything to her right now and she would have complied. This was gonna be good….

Lucy did as he asked, palms flat on his the shiny desktop and stretched her ass up at him, almost daring him to procede.