Secretary Seduction With Breanne Benson, Keiran Lee – Brazzers

“Seductive Siren: A Breanne Benson Secretary Seduction”

The dim office lights flickered as Breanne Benson sauntered into the room, her high heels clicking against the polished floor. Her fire-red, form-fitting dress hugged her curves, accentuating her slender waist and voluptuous hips. Silvery peep-toe heels gave her an added sultry sway, and her long raven tresses cascaded over her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face.

“Sir, I’ve brought the reports you requested,” she murmured, her voice a seductive purr as she leaned down, offering a generous view of her ample cleavage. The office air felt suddenly hot and heavy, charged with a palpable tension.

Her boss, a ruggedly handsome man named Keiran Lee, sat behind the mahogany desk, one hand absently tracing the rim of his tumbler of Scotch. He watched her saunter closer, his deep blue eyes darkening with desire. “Ah, Breanne, thank you. Please, come in.”

Breanne placed the papers on the desk, her fingers brushing against his. Keiran’s breath hitched at the brief contact, and he took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving her form. She smiled knowingly, sensing his growing arousal.

“Now, Breanne, what exactly did you bring me tonight?” he asked, his voice low and husky. Breanne casually pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a delicate tattoo snaking down her neck. “I believe you’ll find everything you need right here,” she purred, slowly uncrossing and recrossing her legs.

Keiran gave a low growl, desire coiling in his gut. He stood abruptly, knocking his chair back. In a few strides, he was around the desk, his strong hands grasping Breanne’s waist and pulling her against him. She gasped, her hands splaying across his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his tailored shirt.

Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss, tongues tangling and exploring. Breanne moaned into his mouth, feeling his hardness pressing against her belly. Keiran’s hands roamed her body, squeezing her ample rear and groping her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. She whimpered, arching into his touch.

Breanne pulled back, her eyes dark with lust. She reached up and slowly unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of red silk. Keiran’s eyes roamed over her near-naked form, drinking in the sight of her creamy skin, the black lacy bra and panties, the silk stockings and garter belt.

“Fuck, Breanne,” he rasped, his hands sliding up her trembling thighs. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

She smirked, slowly reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. It joined her dress on the floor, and she cupped her heavy breasts, rolling the pebbled nipples between her fingers. Keiran groaned, his pants tightening painfully as he watched her.

Breanne stepped out of his embrace, turning and bending at the waist to unclip her garter belt. She slid her panties down her long legs, revealing her smooth, glistening folds. She kicked the scrap of lace aside and glanced over her shoulder, her expression pure sin.

“Like what you see?” she breathed, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks, revealing the silver ring piercing her puckered hole. Keiran’s eyes widened, and he strode forward, unable to resist her allure.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him. His hands slid around to her front, one cupping her breast possessively, the other dipping between her legs to stroke her slick folds. Breanne mewled, grinding back against him, feeling his rock-hard erection pressing insistently against her rear.

“Please, Keiran,” she whimpered, her head falling back against his shoulder. “I need you. I’ve needed you for so long.”

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his fingers rubbing tight circles around her hardened clit. She bucked against him, one hand slipping down to wrap around his wrist, silently urging him on. Her other hand fisted in her long hair, twisting the silky strands.

Keiran continued his sensual assault, his fingers delving into her dripping heat, stroking her inner walls. Breanne cried out, her thighs trembling, as he pressed a digit against her most sensitive spot, rubbing in firm strokes. She clenched around him, her body grinding against his hand, chasing her rapidly building pleasure.

“Come for me, Breanne,” Keiran commanded, pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Breanne screamed, her body convulsing in a swift, hard climax. Keiran held her close as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, his fingers still stroking her, coaxing out every last drop of her release.

As Breanne came down, Keiran spun her around, crushing his mouth to hers. His hands made short work of his clothes, shrugging his shirt off to reveal his well-muscled chest. Breanne ran her hands over the firm planes, her fingers skimming over his rippling abs as she pushed his pants down his hips.

Keiran’s massive erection sprang free, and Breanne licked her lips hungrily. She sank to her knees in front of him, one hand wrapping around his thick shaft. She licked a slow stripe up his length, swirling her tongue around the swollen head, tasting the salty drops of pre-cum.

“Fuck, Breanne,” Keiran groaned, tangling a hand in her hair, guiding her movements. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Her hand worked the base of his cock, twisting and pumping in time with the movements of her mouth.

Keiran threw his head back, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the warm, wet heat of her mouth. His hips flexed, thrusting shallowly as she sucked him enthusiastically, the obscene slurping sounds filling the room.

“Enough,” he growled suddenly, tugging at her hair. Breanne pulled away with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his throbbing cock. She licked her lips, giving him a wicked grin as she stood.

Keiran reached out, his hands squeezing her pert breasts roughly before he pushed her back onto the desk. Papers scattered as Breanne laid back, her legs falling open in invitation. Keiran grabbed her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the desk as he settles between her legs.

He teased her slick folds with the head of his cock, rubbing against her dripping heat, coating himself in her arousal. Breanne keened, bucking against him, trying to urge him inside. Keiran chuckled, gripping her hips tightly and holding her still.

“Patience, pet,” he murmured, leaning down to capture one stiff nipple between his lips. He suckled hard, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud as she gasped and shuddered beneath him.

Then with a swift, hard thrust, he hilted himself inside her, burying himself to the root. Breanne screamed, her back arching off the desk as he stretched her tight walls. Keiran set a punishing pace, his thick cock pounding into her willing body as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the room as Keiran hammered Breanne’s pussy, her slick arousal coating his pistoning shaft. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, her hands scrabbling at the papers and scattering them further.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Breanne cried out, her nails digging into Keiran’s shoulders, clawing at his skin. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”

Keiran obliged, ramping up his thrusts, pounding into her almost ferally. Breanne felt her peak building rapidly, her pussy clenching around him as she teetered on the edge.

“Come on my cock, Breanne,” Keiran growled, feeling her walls fluttering around him. “Soak my fucking cock.”

With a keening wail, Breanne came undone, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. Keiran pistoned his hips, prolonging her pleasure before following with a deep, guttural groan, filling her with his hot seed.

They collapsed together, both panting and gasping as they rode out the final waves of their releases. As their breathing slowed, Keiran raised his head, meeting Breanne’s eyes with a satisfied smirk.

“My, my… Secretary,” he hummed, languidly trailing his fingers along her frame. “You certainly don’t disappoint.”

Breanne laughed breathlessly, trailing her own fingers along his sweat-dampened chest. “Neither do you, Sir,” she purred. “Shall we continue this in your office proper?”

Keiran grinned wolfishly, already hardening inside of her. “With pleasure.”

As they moved towards the inner office, Breanne tossed a sultry look over her shoulder. “I do hope you brought enough stamina for the rest of the evening. I have so many more… reports for you to review.”

Keiran chuckled, pulling her back into a heated kiss as they disappeared into his office to continue their thoroughly naughty affair.