Naughty Ebony Secretary Needs To Be Taught A Lesson By Her Two Bosses – Ariel X And Caren Caan

It was a typical day at the office, the kind that made the clock hands torture you by their slow crawl. The fluorescent lights flickered like they were about to give out at any moment, and the air conditioner cycled cold, stale air through the dusty vents. Ariel X sighed as she flipped through the stack of petty receipts on her desk. Another day, another dime to account for.

Suddenly, the door to her office burst open. In strode her two bosses, dressed to impress in sleek business suits that hugged their curves. Caren Caan had her nails sharpened to points, ready to dig into anyone who dared defy her. Ariel gulped and scrambled to attention.

“Boss, what can I do for you?” Ariel asked, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice.

Caren released a low chuckle that sent shivers down Ariel’s spine. “Oh pet, we know exactly what we want from you,” Caren purred. She motioned to her companion, a statuesque ebony beauty with curves that wouldn’t quit. “Meet Yvonne, our new star employee in the sales department.”

Ariel felt her jaw drop as Yvonne strutted forward, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her full lips. She wore a silk blouse that left little to the imagination, and a pencil skirt that hugged her ample behind. Yvonne tossed her braids over one shoulder and sauntered up to Ariel’s desk.

“Hello there, little secretary,” Yvonne purred, batting her long lashes. “I hear you’re in charge of paperwork. What a lucky girl you are!”

Caren stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Yes, and she’s about to get very lucky indeed. Yvonne and I hand-picked her for a very…special project.”

Ariel swallowed hard, her body starting to heat up despite the frigid air conditioning. She watched as Yvonne reached into her purse and pulled out a thick leather belt. It was a belt that could only be one thing – the kind of double strap stripper harness that made even the most straitlaced girls sin their souls away.

With deft fingers, Yvonne fastened the buckles snugly around her wide hips. The notoriously sturdy leather cradled her plump cheeks, and Ariel’s mouth went dry as a bone.

“Oh my,” Ariel breathed, “That’s quite the investment!”

Yvonne turned and presented her pert rear. “And I’m going to make it work for your company, one cock at a time,” she said with a wink. “But first, we’ll need you to… test it out, of course.”

Ariel’s cheeks flushed a deep scarlet. “Excuse me?” she sputtered.

Caren tackled a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket and lit one up with a practiced movement. She took a long drag and exhaled a thin curl of smoke. “Didn’t you hear? Meetings should always conclude with a good hard… discussion. A test run, if you will.”

Dizzy with undeniable desire and equal parts shocked, Ariel watched as Caren slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. She was revealed centimeter by centimeter – a tan ribcage, jutting collar bones, the valley between her modest breasts. Caren stopped after four buttons and crooked a finger at Yvonne.

Yvonne obediently doubled over and began to lap at Caren’s newly exposed flesh. She circled a pointed pink tongue around one hard nipple, then the other. Caren leaned her head back and sighed, a throaty tone of complete pleasure. Ariel couldn’t tear her eyes away from the show.

That was when she felt it, the blunt, undeniable press of something hard against her inner thigh. She gasped and looked down to find Yvonne, grinning up at her with those full lips stretched around Caren’s puckered button nipple.

It was so delectably wrong, Ariel almost unconsciously reached down to palm what could only be a very hard erection straining against Yvonne’s leather harness. The strap which connected the two dildos rubbed against her fingers and Ariel suppressed a moan.

“Fuck me,” Yvonne whispered, wrapping her strap and tongue around Caren’s ashen cigarette. With deft fingers she took the short stub out of Caren’s mouth and slipped it between her own puffy lips.

Caren groaned, fingers sliding down to the zipper of her slacks, wrenching it down with an audible pop.

And that’s when Ariel lost it. She started to fumble with her own skirt, shoving and kicking it off until she was perched on the edge of the desk, knees splayed wide. The cool air of the office prickled the dewy skin of her inner thighs as she boldly inserted a hand under the coffee-colored leather rolls and slowly, tantalizingly, grinded her pussy against the thickest, most satisfying length.

Within minutes, the office looked like an adult film set. The three women were instrumentalizing every desk, every hard surface for their pleasure. They ground against each other, lips and limbs entwined, dicks and fingers probing every available hole. The patter of office controlled fluorescent lighting became the dim throb of a dicking in ahub.

“Playing hooky?” Ariel gasped as Yvonne shoved her thick ebony tool in with new abandon. She kept this up, pushing slower, then faster until Ariel was buzzing with the lure of a crescendo.

“Oh no!” Caren said with an air of honesty. “This is an important conclusion to our meeting.”

She was right; it was, Ariel thought as she came hard, loud and unashamed. And not long after, Yvonne too was pushed to the edge and came hard.

Ariel’s whole body shuddered in an intense orgasm and after both of them had finished their turns, the girls collapsed together in a moaning, sweaty, happy pile on the office floor.