Wife gives husband the best scissors

Title: A Perverse Secretary Fantasy

In the dimly lit shadows of a well-appointed office, a sultry secretary lounges seductively on the chair opposite her husband and boss. Wearing only a sheer, lacy black teddy, sheer thigh-high stockings, and towering stiletto heels, she Smythe’s enticing body was on full display. Her pendulous breasts threatened to spill out of the undergarment’s delicate confines, their rosy peaks clearly outlined against the gossamer fabric. Her shapely legs, crossed demurely at the knee, drew the eye to her crotch, where a hint of ginger pubic hair peeked out from beneath the teddy’s hem.

Dr. Smythe, a respected surgeon in his mid-50s, sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, savoring the delectable sight before him. A wicked grin played across his chiseled features, and his piercing blue eyes gleamed with wanton lust and dark, perverse intentions. His wife, the object of his quiet obsession, was no ordinary woman. She had a unique talent, one that he had discovered only after their marriage. And now, he intended to put her to use once again.

“Come here, my dear,” he commanded, his deep, velvety voice resonating through the room. “Show me what you can do.”

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Rising gracefully from her chair, she sauntered towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. As she neared the desk, she paused and slowly ascended onto its polished surface, kneeling in front of him like an obedient pet.

Dr. Smythe’s gaze roamed over her flawless body, reveling in the way her skin seemed to glow in the dim lighting. He reached out and trailed a single finger along the curve of her breast, his touch light and teasing.
The secretary let out a soft moan, her nipples hardening further beneath his light caress. She batted her long, dark lashes flirtatiously at him and gave him a coy smile.

“As you wish, Master,” she purred, her voice dripping with sensuality.

With deft movements, she plucked a small pair of scissors from the desk drawer. They were her favorite, with a large, round handle and a razor-sharp blade. Turning her attention back to Dr. Smythe, she grasped the tool firmly and brought it to his shirt.

“What would your wife say if she knew what a naughty girl you have for a secretary?” Dr. Smythe asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

The secretary let out a throaty laugh. “She’d probably thank me for keeping you so well-accommodated,” she quipped, her nimble fingers alreadyat work on his shirt buttons. One by one, she slid the scissors under each one, snipping through the fabric with ease.

Dr. Smythe’s eyes widened slightly at her boldness. This was the True him. The one she answer detailed his demand. The one that loved to yell: “Follow me, slut!” “We’ll be seen!”
This dom wasn’t visible on the screen but was the heroine’s inner voice.

She continued to work, the scissors glinting dangerously in her hand as she cut deftly down the center of his shirt. The crisp fabric parted like butter beneath the blade, exposing his bare chest and the smattering of salt-and-pepper hair that adorned it.

The secretary admired her work, trailing a reverent hand over his newly exposed torso. She pressed a kiss to his collarbone, then another, working her way down his chest until she reached one dusky nipple. She flicked her tongue over it, enjoying the way it hardened under her ministrations.

Dr. Smythe groaned, his hands coming up to tangle in her hair. He guided her head lower, urging her to continue her oral explorations.

Obediently, she trailed open-mouthed kisses down his stomach until she reached the waistband of his trousers. With an impish grin, she flicked open the button and slowly slid the zipper down. He lifted his hips, allowing her to yank the garment down his muscular thighs.

Dr. Smythe’s manhood sprang free, already hard and throbbing with need. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, and she eagerly lapped it up, savoring his musky flavor.

“Such a good girl,” Dr. Smythe praised, his voice hoarse with desire. “Now, put your mouth to better use.”

The secretary needed no further prompting. She wrapped her lips around the swollen head of his cock and suctioned hard, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. She took him deeper, inch by inch, until his length brushed the back of her throat.

Dr. Smythe’s hands fisted in her hair, holding her in place as he rocked his hips, fucking her face with abandFFFFFFon. He thrust deeper, groaning as her throat convulsed around him.

Suddenly, he stilled, his eyes darting to the office door. “Shit,” he hissed under his breath. “Someone’s coming.”

The secretary froze, her eyes widening in alarm. She pulled off his cock with a wet pop, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from the abuse.

On impulse, Dr. Smythe grabbed the scissors from where she’d laid them on the desk. He pressed them to the side of her neck, his eyes gleaming with a wicked mixture of lust and sadism.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered, pressing the point of the scissors just hard enough to dimple her flesh. “Let them find you like this. See how you like that.”

The secretary’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement flaring in their depths. Slowly, she sank back onto her haunches, leaving her naked and vulnerable. Her nipples hardened even more, betraying her arousal.

We heard a click as someone opened the door. One of theirbie’s coworkers, a young intern, poked his head in.

“What the fuck?” He stammered, eyes bulging as he took in the scene before him. His gaze raked over the secretary’s naked body, lingering on her breasts before flicking to the scissors pressed against her throat.

The secretary remained still, allowing the young man to gawk at her body. She could feel Dr. Smythe’s heavy cock resting against her cheek, a silent testament to his dominance.

“Ah, Jimmy,” Dr. Smythe greeted calmly, as if the situation was completely normal. “I believe you’re interrupting some private time. Perhaps you should come back later.”

Jimmy gulped, his eyes darting between the two of them. “I… yes, of course,” he stammered. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

He made a hasty retreat, pulling the door shut behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Dr. Smythe leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “Now, where were we?” he whispered.