Boyfriend gets battered by girlfriend very hard

Busty Milf Secretary’s Strapon Misadventure

Sarah, a 40-something secretary, walked into her office on a typical Monday morning. Little did she know, this day would be anything but ordinary. Her boss, the stunning but stern Carla, summoned her to her glass-walled office. Sarah’s lace-edged stockings and stilettos clicked on the polished floor as she obeyed the imperious “come here!” command.

“I’ve had it up to here,” Carla snapped, strumming an immaculately manicured finger against her ruby lips, “with your careless mistakes.” The statuesque MILF with the hourglass figure slowly circled Sarah, giving the secretary a raised eyebrow over the sugar bowl left on theirksome while keeping her own coffee pure black.

“I…I’m sorry,” Sarah stammered, averting her gaze from Carla’s bountiful cleavage barely constrained by a perilously low-cut white blouse. Sarah felt herself start to perspire under her tight suit dress, the climate controlled air suddenly oppressive.

“No more apologies, just MUCH better performance!” Carla grabbed Sarah’s wrist and yanked her towards her office. Sarah stumbled on her 6-inch heels, her ample rear bouncing precariously. Carla locked the door, pulled down the blinds, and said in a low, menacing purr, “Strip.”

Sarah gulped, her cheeks flushing crimson. “Uh, but…” she began.

“DID I STUTTER?” Carla growled, snatching her leather belt from her slacks and whipping it through the air. Sarah flinched and began unzipping her dress, letting the garment pool around her heels. Her lacy lingerie could barely contain her full breasts and shapely bottom.

“Simplest lesson first,” Carla sneered, eagle eyes roaming Sarah’s curves with predatory hunger. She retrieved a sleek black strapon from her drawer and strapped it on over her pencil skirt. “If you can’t focus on one thing at a time, you’re useless here.”

Sarah’s mouth went dry at the sight of Carla wielding the hefty rubber appendage menacingly. “I-I guess my boyfriend couldn’t handle it either,” she quipped nervously.

“I’d wager THAT’S because you couldn’t handle him, darling,” Carla mocked in a condescending purr, looming over the trembling secretary. “Now over my desk.” Sarah shuffled to obey, knees knocking, pert rear high in the air as she faced the window, nipples jiggling against the glass. The office dramatically spun as Carla roughly bent her over and snipped away Sarah’s skimpy lace panties with scissors.

Without warning, Carla landed a stinging slap to Sarah’s round bottom, watching it ripple and redden from her lustful vantage point. “COUNT,” she barked, smacking it again and again until Sarah’s cries filled the room. “THAT’S…ONE…TO…THREE!” Sarah yelped.

“Higher,” Carla commanded, planting another resounding smack, leaving a distinct imprint of her palm against Sarah’s bright red translucent stockings.

“This isn’t fair!” Sarah pouted petulantly, eyes tearing up from the pain and humiliation.

“Is life fair, darling?” Carla chuckled darkly, suspending the secretary in midair as she kicked away her heels. With a deft bound, the MILF bound Sarah’s wrists and knees with her own discarded stockings. “I’ve caught my husband doing this to his secretary. Let’s see how YOU like it…

Engaged in karate chops to Sarah’s scuffed heels as the strapon hovered menacingly above Sarah’s upturned bottom, Carla demonstrated her repertoire of spanking variations. Not content to focus solely upon Sarah’s rump, Carla took gleeful advantage of the secretary’s vulnerable hogtie to rain blows upon the backs of her thighs, even delivering a few to her lower panty line and mons.

“VERY superior to rapid email response,” Carla admired with sadistic delight as Sarah bobbed up and down, voice hoarse from screaming. The MILF leaned her whole body against the face down secretagy, strap-on barreling past the secretary’s reddened posterior and rubbing against her sweaty, naked breasts. She chuckled, grabbing Sarah’s hair to press a hard kiss to her lips.

“That’s enough training for today,” Carla announced, in an everyday voice that contrasted jarringly with her extreme actions. “Get back to WORK,” she ordered with a whoosh of her straightened hips. Sarah collapsed to the Persian carpet and clawed her way to her feet while Carla straightened her blouse and slacks, not a hair out of place.

Fleeing to the ladies’ room, Sarah locked herself in a stall, wiping her eyes and gingerly examining her welts and contusions. Through her shock, she realized that this would be no one-time error. As she pulled up her stockings with shaking hands, she vowed to be much more ON TOP of her assignments from now on. No more excuses!

Yet that night, beneath her boyfriend’s ardent caresses, Sarah couldn’t help but compare his tender ministrations to Carla’s sadistic lesson. She almost felt…disappointed by his vanilla lovemaking. Still, that STOOPID strapon would be the end to that now.

The image of Carla in her strapon migrated unbidden into Sarah’s fantasies, tantalizing and terrifying in equal measure. Carla STILL haunted Sarah’s dreams, even as she proved herself the most efficient secretary on the floor. Her efficiency earned her a coveted corner office, a platinum commission, gold trim on her stockings, and an assignment at corporate. She’d make sure to wear her shortest skirts out of spite, she vowed. This was her conquest!

Sarah never told anyone about her “batter,” not even her boyfriend. But sometimes, when he was pathetically pumping away during another minister of small things, Sarah would get these…urges. She never acted on them, but whenever she hammered her keyboard, vision clouding, her naughtiest impulses wouldn’t go away. She would feel herself getting strange and wet, then try and shake it off.

She couldn’t turn down the urge anymore as she typed, her boyfriend’s wimpy thrusts no longer satisfying. Sitting on the edge of the counter, she spread her legs wide. She called out in ecstasy as she spread her legs as wild with an imaginary mad boss. She was in charge now, and she wrote only sexy novels based on her experience. Her red office was the key to her success nowadays. She would just soak it all up.