Horny Secretary Fucks In Anal, Pussy & Mouth With Her Office Boss
“Horny Secretary Fucks In Anal, Pussy & Mouth With Her Office Boss: A Scandalous Employee-Employer Encounter”
It was another dreary Monday morning at the office. cubicles stretched endlessly, bathed in the sickly glow of fluorescent lights. Typing echoed through the hallways, the dull drone of uninspired work. And amidst all this, lithesome Lila sauntered in wearing a pencil skirt so tight it could pass for a sausage casing. A red silk blouse clung to her ample bosom, every button straining at the seams. Her heels clicked authoritatively as she made her way to James’ office, a man who could make Satan himself feel guilty.
James was a creature of power and privilege. His corner office overlooking the city offered a view to die for. He lounged behind his mahogany desk, whiskey neat in hand, feet propped up as he enjoyed the rising yen of stock prices tickling his greed. The click-clacking of Lila’s stilletos against polished marble turned his head. Lips curled into a smirk.
“James,” she purred, “you wanted to see me?” Her hips swayed hypnotically as she approached, an unspoken offer. Lila had always been content playing the blushing secretary role, but today she was tasting liberation in rebellion. Today was her day.
He appraised her hungrily, eyes roving over the shapely bulges her clothes barely contained. “Indeed I did,” James drawled, tapping a Chivas Regal glass against his knee. He beckoned her with a crooked finger, watching through hooded eyes as she approached. “Close the door.”
The click of the latch echoed loudly. James wasted no time in rising from his chair to tower over her, dark eyes alive with desire. “I’ve been needing your… special assistance,” he growled, trailing a finger down the side of her neck. “But not the clerical kind.”
Lila shivered under his touch, pulse quickening. “What did you have in mind, sir?” She could hear the tremor in her own voice.
Annoyingly slow, James reached up to unbutton her blouse, practitioner hands making quick work of the straining fabric until her red lace bra strained to contain her ample breasts. His calloused hands slid up her thighs, hiking her skirt up. “Let’s just say I have some very specific needs.”
Panting, Lila halfheartedly resisted as he pushed her face down across the desk, hands roaming and possessive. She heard his zipper, felt the thick weight of his throbbing cock jutting against her ass. “Untouched,” he grunted, even as he rubbed himself against her slick folds and tight puckered rosette. “Just like I like them.”
With a grunt he plunged into her molten core, spearing her open on his thick cock. Lila grit her teeth, fingernails scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood, feeling split wide open. He pistoned into her with reckless abandon, balls slapping wetly against her with each brutal thrust.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, fingers digging into the meat of her hips, anchoring her to take every pounding inch. Lila could only moan and whimper, pushed beyond coherent thought, reduced to visceral sensation.
Strain lines contorted his handsome face as his thrusts grew ever faster and more erratic. With a roar he slammed home one final time, spilling himself deep into her spasming cunt. Lila felt his seed paint her insides, hot and viscous, claiming her as his to take over and over.
He withdrew with a lewd squelch, cock still half-hard, and Lila slithered off the desk onto shaky legs. She felt his cum dribble down her thighs, and stillJames wasn’t fully spent. Lila met his hungry gaze, knowing animal lust still prickled under his skin.
“On your knees,” he commanded. “Time to worship your king’s royal scepter.” His dismissive tone disguises his fierce arousal as he guides her head to his crotch.
She gives into it, becomes piece of flesh to use as he sees fit
A cruel smile curls James’ lip as he beholds the blushing secretary kneeling obediently before his turgid flesh. Impatient, he grips her hair and pulls her head forward, presenting her lips to the tip of his cock.
“Open.”
Lila obeys, tongue obediently extending to swipe the underside before wrapping around his girth. He forces himself into her eager wet heat, plunging deep into her throat with a groan. She passes out for a moment, gagging as he violates her esophagus, but soon recovers to hangrily suckle the tip before taking the rest.
This becomes his ritual with her – the secretary he positions below his desk, useful to wet his dick before meetings. The one he bends over his desk, hiking up her skirt to enter her pussy or ass hard and fast whenever convenient. He comes inside her every opening, leaving her dripping with his filth as punishment.
And Lila learns to crave it, this debased use of her body. Begs him now to fill her holes, to paint her womb with his seed. Spread her ass until she screams. He provides, rutting her after work, weekday mornings before the office fills. She’s his private glory hole, flesh to pleasure and ruin.
