Girl shows guy she is tougher.
The Secretary’s Comeuppance
In a bustling office tower, the sun beats down on the windows as the day winds to a close. Inside, the air conditioning hums, keeping the chrome and glass perimeter cool and comfortable. At a small, cluttered desk in the corner, a young intern named Jack pecks away at his keyboard, his mind wandering from the dull spreadsheet he’s supposed to be updating. His thoughts drift to one of the office’s greatest treasures – Ms.Appearance, a stacked and stern secretary with legs for days and an attitude to match.
Jack sighs as he remembers the spandex pools spelling F-U-C-K across her round derriere in his wild fantasies. He imagines pushing up the sheer nylons underneath her pencil skirt, revealing a lacy garter belt and panties that leave little to the imagination. His cock stirs to attention as he thinks about the way her breasts heave against the buttons of her crisp blouse.
But a sudden cough breaks Jack from his reverie. Shit, he thinks, it’s her. He tries to discreetly adjust himself as Ms.Appearance stalked over, clicking her mile-long stilettos on the hard floor. She pales like a ghost as she sees him. “What are YOU doing, still hanging around this late?” she snaps.
“I’m… trying to finish my spreadsheet, Miss Appearance.” Jack stammers. “I want to get it juuust right!”
Her full lips purse in a way that infuriates him. “I can’t take this any longer,” she hisses, turning on her heel. “Clean yourself up and meet me out back!”
As Jack stumbles out the back door, heart thumping, he sees the imposing secretary waiting in the shadows. She’s changed from the conservative blouse and skirt into a sexy vinyl corset and fishnets, with elbow-length latex gloves and sky-high stilettos. Jack gulps.
“Okay, this is far enough,” she barks. “I’ve had it with you. Always ogling me, always whining for me to teach you a ‘lesson.’ Well, here’s your chance! I’m going to turn YOU into my submissive bitch. Now get over here!”
Jack’s eyes go wide as he spies a large red gear and toolbox. The gears and suspension system creak. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for this,” he breathes, getting to his knees. He resists the urge to snap a picture with his phone.
His eyes drink in every inch of her as she secures him tightly to the St. Andrew’s cross with leather straps. “I’m going to give you the fucking of a lifetime,” she purrs in his ear. “By the time I’m done, you’ll be calling me ‘Mistress.'”
“Oh fuck, yes Mistress!” Jack groans as she rolls a prosthetic bitch pussy over his pulsing cock. The rubber undulates and milks him, while she wields a feathered quirt. The stream of leather strokes raise pink welts on his bare shoulders and ass.
She flips Jack over, making him moan into a ball gag. A secondary prosthetic bitch pussy is molding against his balls and flicking his taint. “You were waiting for my legendary strap-on cock?”
Jack’s muffled cries evolve into yips and whines as pleasure rockets through his groin and ass. Her titanium vibrators lift and twist his prostate as she rams them in and out. His hands strain against the leather shackles as his desperate dick twitches and bursts, spraying his balls, the tools, the gears, and his Mistress.
With a wicked grin, she peels off her wet black tights and pussy-splattered corset, then shoves her ass in his face. “Clean up the mess until I’m satisfied!”
As he licks, guzzles, savors, and sucks her pussy juices from between her toned cheeks, Jack feels a new appreciation for his workplace. He’ll never again be able to topple crudely in his cubicle, wondering what his aloof colleagues might be up to without him.
In a flash, she shrugs back into her suit and heels, and reclaims her stern exterior. But not before bending down to his bound body, and tenderly stroking his matted hair. “I’m more than your mistress, slut. You’re mine now. And I take care of my toys.”
As she walks away with a sway in her demeanor, Jack feels a warm glow through the haze of exertion. He couldn’t have scripted a more perfect plotline.
