Monday mornings are the worst. Classic? Yes. Unoriginal? Also yes. But true nonetheless. I drag myself down the hallway towards my office, my mind already brewing up an amount of horrendous scenarios that await me when I turn on my computer. Emails about missed deadlines, new deadlines, someone made a mistake they can’t fix, or someone is trying to pawn off their work tasks on me. The possibilities are endless, really.
As I approach my office, I can see the door is slightly ajar, and it instantly changes my mood. The open door means that my secretary is already here. About a year ago, I convinced my boss that I could more than double my work speed if I had a secretary to handle the paperwork and occasionally odd tasks. Surprisingly, my request had been granted, and I began searching for a suitable candidate.
It didn’t take long before the right application came along. Admirable resume, eloquent application, and an impressive CV. Three private secretary positions over a span of 10 years. Two of them were at respectable law firms, and the third was for a private high-end retail and lifestyle business.
I was ready to hire this person before even interviewing them. But I decided I’d better follow protocol and scheduled a meeting.
If I were ready to hire this prime example of a secretary, I don’t even know how to explain how ready I was when she first walked into my office the day of the interview.
She has a round face with beautiful blue eyes framed by long, wavy blond hair. She wears subtle, natural makeup, but with eyeliner that stretches her eyes into something feline: soft at first glance, lethal if you hold it too long.
As she had walked to the chair I gestured to, my eyes shamelessly ran down her body, which was wrapped in a dark purple peplum dress. Her long, strong legs ended in a pair of black cone heels. She was so impeccably dressed that I caught myself adjusting my tie and cufflinks.
The interview was pure formalities. She was perfect for the job. I knew it, and she knew it.
As I push open the door and step into the outer office, she sits poised and dutifully behind her desk, already hard at work. She is in a black A-line skirt fitting her waist perfectly, an emerald green shirt, and black heels. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, even when she looks up at me with that broad, flawlessly white smile and greets me good morning. Her perfectly, almond-shaped, pitch-black fingernails are tapping endlessly away as I walk into my office.
Just as perfectly, my morning coffee and bagel await me on my desk along with a few notes of urgent business.
Sitting down at my desk, I only have to roll back slightly to be able to see her through the open door. My eyes slide down to under the desk, where her legs are elegantly crossed. I feel a soft tingle as I remember spreading them during last year’s Christmas party in the copy room.
After one month of stolen glances and tempting flirtation, I had found myself alone with her in the dimly lit copy room. I would be lying if I said my cock hadn’t been responding to her presence pretty much since I hired her. But still, my mind was baffled when she suddenly dragged me away and, once out of sight, had torn open my pants. Taken by surprise, my cock fell only half hard into her hands. But her mouth and tongue soon made me hard enough to slide down her throat and make her gasp for air.
Ever since that Christmas party, we have occasionally enjoyed small afternoon martinis. Turns out she is not only a good secretary, but she is a world-class fuck as well.
It’s a quiet Monday, and I have time to focus on the important work while my brilliant secretary takes care of the small hiccups that would normally delay my day. Shortly before lunch, her phone rings for the hundredth time, and she listens for a few seconds.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Rossi,” she says with a hint of amusement. “Give me a moment, please.”
She looks up, catching my eye as I glance out at her. She holds the phone away from her mouth, covering the mouthpiece.
“Mr. Rossi – again – asks that your meeting be relocated to his office…”
I roll my eyes. This idiot has gotten the idea that it’s a matter of respect and honor to host this, by now delayed, business meeting. For me, I just can’t be bothered to drive downtown. Not for a business relation as unimportant as Mr. Rossi.
“Tell him to go fuck himself!” I dismiss, annoyed.
She looks at me with a wry smile as she gets back on the phone.
“He must politely decline your… Oh, you heard that? Well, in that case, you can go fuck yourself.”
I burst out in short laughter as she hangs up the phone with no regrets. Then she collects a few documents from the printer and walks into my office.
“Any preference for lunch?” she asks as she puts the documents on my desk.
I lean back in my chair as I observe her slightly bent over my desk, collecting my finished documents that need to be sent out to their respective recipients. Her skirt falls over her hips and curves her ass enticingly, and her emerald green shirt hugs the curvy shapes of her breasts with such perfection that it could have been painted onto her.
“I’m considering eating in today,” I say hungrily as my eyes run down her curvy body.
She looks at me over her shoulder, a playful glimpse in her eyes. She lets documents be documents and turns to me. She gets that specific glimpse in her eyes and a hint of naughtiness in the smile on her faintly red lips. As if on cue, I roll back from the desk slightly, and she slides in front of me. She places one black stiletto on the side of my office chair, and my hand immediately reaches up around her silky smooth calf and runs up over her knee.
She leans back on her hands as both my hands run up her thighs, pushing the skirt further and further up until a black thong is revealed, adorned with detailed laces and flourishes. Hungrily, I lean forward, pressing my lips against the inside of her thigh. She utters a deep sigh as I kiss and nip my way up the inside of her thigh. That sensitive trail that makes her melt in my hands every time I kiss it.
As I close in on my target, I lift both her legs over my shoulders, and I hear her breathing deepen. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs, and she gasps softly as I kiss the naked skin right next to the edge of her thong. Right underneath her pussy is hungering for me. For my mouth and my tongue.
I can feel her thighs tensing and her head falling back, her blonde hair cascading over my desk. My cock is throbbing hard in my pants, reacting to her every sound and the sight of her body offered to me on my desk.
“I wanna spread and lick you until you beg for my cock,” I groan against her warm skin.
“I’ll very willingly start begging right now if you don’t mind,” she says, sounding very windy.
With a quick movement, I move her thong aside and let the tip of my tongue press in between her warm, smooth lips. She moans softly as my tongue spreads her lips and dives into her wetness.
“Even when I’ve barely touched you, you are so wet already,” I say, greatly pleased.
“It’s what you do to me,” she replies.
I close my lips around her clit, sucking gently, and she utters a moan filled with relief, and even though her legs close in around me, I feel her body relax, melting onto the desk.
I suck a little harder on her sensitive clit as I tease her entrance, caressing it in circles with my thumb. Her breathing intensifies, and her back arches off the desk. Her hips jolt underneath my touch, and she spreads her legs further apart, unknowingly inviting me closer.
My tongue flicks over her clit as I slowly slide two fingers into her pussy, slowly stretching and caressing her. Her hands grip around the edge of my desk, her knuckles turning white.
“Oh God!” she exclaims unwillingly.
The words are ripped from her mouth in my favorite way: uncontrolled.
Her moans start to urge me along. My fingers pump in and out of her pussy, her wetness raining down over my fingers and onto my desk. As her moans get higher, I start sucking on her clit again, my fingers pumping and massaging quicker and harder in and out of her pussy.
“Fuck!” she exclaims, and her entire body tenses. “Oh, God, I- I’m cumming!”
My cock throbs harder at the sound of her breathless voice, and I can’t control the moan that escapes my mouth as she screams out with pleasure and her sweet juices pour into my mouth and over my fingers.
I pump and suck as her body writhes on my messy desk. Her breathing is out of control, and her legs hug around my head, shaking and kicking.
Finally, her body collapses on the desk, and I slow my pace, looking up at her as my fingers gently massage her sensitive pussy. Her chest is rising and falling like she has run a marathon.
Suddenly, she sits up and pulls me closer as her hands close around my shirt and her legs wrap around my waist. She kisses me, and I can already feel her hunger for me grow strong again.
Well-versed, her hands undo my belt, and my pants are ripped open. I groan with huge relief as I feel her hands wrap around my cock. My fingers run into her hair, and I press her lips harder against mine.
She is slowly caressing my hard cock, pulling, twisting, and cupping in all the right places.
Suddenly, the phone on my desk starts ringing. We ignore it, none of us wanting it to exist. But the shrill ring gets to me.
With an annoyed snarl, I grab the phone off the hook.
“What?”
I try to swallow the moan as she continues to move her hand up and down my rock-hard cock, from the base to the tip and down again, now with a bit more of a tease to it. As I look at her, she is sporting a beautiful, amused smile.
“Listen,” I say to the person on the other side of the phone, “I’ve got something urgent on my desk, I’ll get back to you later.”
I hang up without waiting for a response. With no hesitation, I brush her skirt aside, rip off her thong, and pull her to the edge of the desk. She gasps excitedly, and her eyes beam up at me with lust and anticipation.
I can’t focus on anything other than the need to fuck her hard, ram into her with such force that every moan will be aggressively ripped from her mouth.
I press the tip of my cock against her still sensitive entrance and look up to meet her eyes. With a quick thrust, I sink deep into her warm and wet pussy.
Her mouth opens in a loud moan, and her legs tighten around me. I don’t let her catch her breath before I start thrusting in and out of her. The feeling of her soft, but tight, embrace around my cock is driving me crazy.
She falls back down on the desk with uncontrolled moans and gasps. I grab her hips, keeping her in place as my hips slam against the back of her thighs, my cock claiming every inch of her wet inside.
As my left hand reaches up and softly closes around her throat, both her hands shoot up and grab my wrist. She keeps my hand in place, pressing it against her throat, as her legs urge me to go faster.
With a low groan, I press my other hand against the surface of the desk. I lean in over her slightly and piston in and out of her, faster and faster. Every sound of skin against skin, flesh against flesh, her moans, and our wetness mixing is edging me on.
As I start feeling the sensation grow in my groin, I pull back and rip her up from my desk and spin her around. She moans, surrendering as I bend her down over the desk and kick her legs apart.
I flick the skirt up over her perfectly round ass, her cheeks bouncing excitedly as I slap them and squeeze them in my hands.
Hungrily, I slam back into her pussy. I grab her hips and start fucking her harder and harder. She is moaning and gasping, nearly choking on air. But her body is pushing back against me, meeting my every thrust with greed and desire.
My leftover coffee from this morning is dangerously dancing on the edge of my desk, but I ignore it as the sensation in my groin starts growing and ventures into my cock.
“Fuck me harder!” she suddenly gasps down from the desk. “I want you to fill me up!”
My teeth clench as I go as hard as I can, the desk now starting to complain over my violent thrusts. She is grabbing onto the edge of the desk as her legs seem to grow weak.
“Fuck! Don’t stop! Make me cum again!” she exclaims in total surrender.
Her words become my undoing. I moan out loud as I explode and pour myself into her pussy. At the same time, I can feel her pussy tighten around my cock and her orgasm mix with mine.
I keep going for as long as I can, nurturing and prolonging our joint orgasms for as long as possible.
A few seconds later, I can feel her legs wobble, and she is clinging to the desk. I slow down and eventually stop moving. For a moment, our jagged breathing is the only sound in the office. Then I pick her up from the desk and pull her down into my lap as I sit down in my office chair.
We enjoy the aftermath embraced in the chair until we are both starting to breathe normally again.
“I think I changed my mind about lunch,” I mumble lazily.
“Oh?” she asks with a small chuckle.
“Yeah, I’d kill for a cheeseburger right now.”
