Boss Fucks Hot Secretary Until She Squirts
Title: Boss Fucks Hot Secretary Until She Squirts: An Intimate Point of View
In the sultry heat of a summer’s afternoon, our protagonist, a strikingly beautiful young secretary namedxrightarrow{name}, saunters into her boss’s spacious, opulently decorated office. Her name might as well be Lust, for the way her curves command attention beneath that tight, figure-hugging skirt and blouse. She closes the door behind her with a soft click, the room’s air thick with unspoken desires.
“MR. JOHNSON,” she purrs, batting long lashes over emerald eyes. “You wanted to see me?”
John, her broad-shouldered, silver-haired boss, leans back in his leather chair, eyeing her predatory. “Ah, Extension 219, right on time. Have a seat, young lady.”
Lust perches herself on the edge of a chair, crossing long legs. The air between them sizzles with tension. John’s gaze roams over her nubile body, settling on the swell of her breasts straining against the buttons of her blouse. She shifts subtly, enough to catch him looking.
“What seems to be the trouble, Boss?” Lust asks in a melodic voice.
John clears his throat, doubled down on professionalism. No way he’d ever cross that invisible HR line… but she just looks so damn inviting. “I… uh… had a call. A client – he’s very unhappy. Something about a misplaced invoice?”
Lust bites her lower lip, a move calculated to distract. “Oh, heavens, he must be so upset! Men get that way, hmm?” Her tongue darts out, drawing his gaze like a magnet.
John rises from his chair, closing the distance between them. Lust stands as well, tilting her chin up to gaze at him through sooty lashes. “I don’t think a call will suffice here, Miss,” he rumbles low in his chest. “I need to… personally handle the issue. To make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“Oh, I can imagine,” Lust breathes. “And don’t you worry, Boss. I intend to be very, very… thorough.”
Her hand comes up to stroke down the lapel of his suit, conveying volumes without saying a word. John’s hand lands on the curve of her hip, pulling her flush against him. Those lush breasts press into his starched shirt.
“On… on the filing cabinet this time,” John manages through grit teeth. Lust saunters over, tipping journal articles to the polished wood. She hoists herself up, crossing her long legs.
John joins her up on the cabinet, shrugging out of his jacket. Lust smiles, fingers attacking the buttons of her blouse as he tugs his tie loose. Fabric parts like a present, her breasts tumbling free in a lacy bra too small to contain their bounty. John drags a hand down the center of her chest, palm collaring her throat.
“Big tits, little intelligence,” he gripes. “Worst secretary I ever had.” Lust gasps, curling into his touch. “Oh, Daddy, you know just how to make a girl feel special.”
“Enough of this shit,” John snarls. His hands wrench the blouse from her shoulders, tossing it carelessly. Her skirt puddles around her waist. In seconds, she’s stripped bare, golden naked flesh and family jewels on proud display. Lust grinds against him desperately, hands working at his zipper.
“Oh, Boss,” she whimpers, arching her back. “I’ve been such a bad girl…”
John doesn’t miss a beat before bashing into her, thick cock spreading her slick folds open. Lust throws her head back with a cry, gripping his meaty shoulders. He crashes into her over and over, pistoning with sadistic glee. Her body jostles with every punishing thrust.
“You’ve been stringing me along,” John accuses, She wears a twisted, fucked-up smile. “Milking my cock without letting me bust, on the sly…” Fingers, hair, teeth, all digging in. The unrelenting Onslaught blends pleasure & pain – piling up & up as the wicked fuck makes her shake. “Didn’t you know fences have security cameras?”
Lust keens, cavernous hole contracting, milking. “Oh god, oh god, you always knew I was your climaxes slut Fortune! Her hands claw down his back. Misplaced no-billable hours next. Breaking promises! “Never told me! I was just a desperate, horny bitch to you, begging for hole.”
“You belong to me,” John snarls. “Cock is king in this castle.” She will never be immune to the searing heat of his glare. “That tight hole is going to squeeze every drop of my cum. Fucking now.”
Lust can’t escape the cruel rhythm slamming into her. Each punch of thick cock pushes her further over the edge, until she’s trembling & shaking with need. The wet squelch of his cock splitting her open rings out in the office. Little grunts with each downward thrust.
Then, buried to the hilt in her warm sheath, John twitches. Groans. And begins to unload. Jet after jet of thick cum floods her hole, painting the inside of her insides. Each spurt has Lust tensing up all over again, until she’s twitchy and shaking. Finally, she convulses, squirting clear female cum all over the floors.
“Fuck me,” John pants as she squirms on his cock. “Take my Seed.” She continues to clench and unclench, gasping for air.
Slowly, John’s thrusts end. He cleans himself off and gets dressed again. Lust starts putting her clothes back on, whimpering softly. “You ruined me,” she whispers with a wet smile. “This was the best fuck of my life. When can we do it again?”
John chuckles darkly. “Keep up the good work, and you’ll find out,” he promises, tucking himself away. “Oh, and if clients call again, lead with your tits. Never fails to distract them.” Lust purrs, pushing her chest out, and saunters out with a toss of her hair.
