Small titted secretary gets fucked in the office

It was another mundane Monday morning at the office, the kind where the coffee tastes stale and the fluorescent lights seem extra harsh. John, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline, sat at his desk staring blankly at his computer screen. His thoughts wandered to his latest fantasy – ravishing the cute but prudish secretary, Sarah.

Sarah was a sight to behold – a petite brunette with perky B-cup breasts, always dressed in tight pencil skirts that accentuated her round, juicy ass. She wore her hair up in a prim bun and rarely wore makeup, but that just made her natural beauty shine through. Today, she had on a crisp white blouse that strained against her small chest. John couldn’t help but notice how the fabric gaped, revealing a tantalizing peek of cleavage whenever she reached for something.

Got you. After downing another cup of bitter coffee, John’s patience had worn thin. He needed a break from the monotony and Sarah’s demure demeanor pissed him off. Rising from his desk, he marched to the supply closet at the end of the hallway, determined to put the little secretary in her place.

As he approached, he could hear the distinct buzz of a vibrator. A sly grin crept across his face. He reached for the knob, but it was locked. Letting out an irritated grunt, he shouldered the door open, splintering it with a single, powerful thrust.

Sarah stood frozen, pants around her ankles, a purple vibrator lodged in her tight pussy. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she bellowed in shock. Her cheeks flushed deep crimson and immediate angry tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She made no move to cover herself as John stood in the doorway, drinking in the sight.

“You little slut,” he growled. “Spreading your legs at work?”

Sarah sputtered, gesturing to her exposed lower body. “W-what are you doing? Get out of here!”

Ignoring her protests, John stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him. His cock strained against his trousers as he drank in her milky skin and the glistening flesh of her pink sex. He reached out and collected some of her arousal on his fingertips, bringing them up to his nose and taking a deep sniff. His erection twitched.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? Going off on vibrators in the supply closet like a dirty whore. I didn’t expect this from you.”

Sarah trembled, one hand fluttering to her heaving breasts. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. “Please, I…I have a boyfriend…”

John laughed coldly. “No one’s gonna miss you for a few minutes,” he sneered. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember that pussy-whipped limp dick you call a boyfriend. She gonna good, baby.”

He grabbed her roughly by the shoulder, shoving her petite body against the shelves. She yelped as packages of paper towels and cleaning supplies rained down around her. Undeterred, he forced her to bend over the bathroom sink, her round ass jutting out invitingly. Gathering her skirt up above her waist, he delivered a sharp smack to her porcelain cheeks, admiring how they jiggled.

“You got me so fucking hot,” he breathed, fisting his cock through his slacks. “I’m gonna ruin this tight little cunt.” Glancing down, he noticed the butt plug nestled between her creamy globes and delivered another swift smack, this time right on the plug. Sarah screamed into the crook of her arm.

Fisting his freed cock, he stroked it a few times, watching trails of precum drip from the tip. Without warning, he rubbed the head of his cock along Sarah’s dripping slit, nudging the toy out of the way as he did. Sarah’s breath hitched as he notched his thick head against her entrance.

“Please…” she whimpered, truly seeming to beg now. “I can’t…I’m not on birth control…”

“Don’t worry, baby,” John said with a smirk, momentarily stopping. “I’ll pull out.” He punctuated the words by slamming into her in one swift, brutal thrust. Sarah shrieked at the sudden intrusion, her tender walls stretching taut around his thick girth. John wasted no time, immediately setting a punishing pace, slamming into her like a wild animal. The wet mingled sounds of skin slapping against skin and her desperate moans filled the small confines of the supply closet.

Lightning crackled up Sarah’s spine as the hard, fast friction overwhelmed her senses. Despite her own protests, her mind tried to rationalize what was happening – this much all male aggression she could handle. What scared her more was the fact she was thoroughly enjoying it. Her cunt clenched rhythmically around his pistoning cock as she bucked back into him, meetinghis powerful thrusts.

“No!” she cried out as she felt him grow impossibly bigger inside her, her orgasm bearing down on her furiously. “No, no, no…” she chanted, eyes rolling back into her head as her climax crashed down on her. Her pussy spasmed, milking John’s cock for all it was worth. John’s eyes rolled back into his head as he let out a guttural groan, his cock erupting inside her. Speckles of cum splattered her cervix, painting her insides. He bucked erratically for a moment as he emptied himself inside her, her cunt still milking him.

Breathing heavily, John pulled out, watching with a deviant smile as his seed seeped out of her battered folds. He swiped a finger through it, bringing it up to his lips for a taste. “Delicious,” he purred, eyes gleaming.

Humiliated, Sarah scrambled to her feet, grabbing her pants and shoving them on. “You’re disgusting,” she spat.

John simply shrugged, cock still rock hard. “If you can get through your day, I think you’ll find this little tryst was just the beginning…”