The New Secretary
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
14,542
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter Two
Chapter Two
“For calling me a ‘bastard’, you need to be disciplined,” he told her. “Get over the table, and don’t move, or I’ll spank you twice as hard.”
“What!” she squeaked, as he dragged her over to the conference table in the next room, connected directly to his office with a door. Throwing her down on the table, he held her in place with one of his arms while the other hiked up her formal, black skirt, to reveal lace panties. Taking out a pair of scissors he kept in that room just for these occasions, he cut the sides of her panties, and promptly discarded them across the room.
“Why did you cut them!?” she asked, letting out a small cry of pain when he suddenly smacked her bare ass hard.
“Firstly,” he spanked her again, “Secretaries never question their boss. Secondly,” he gave her another hard spank, eliciting a red handprint and another cry of pain. “You will not be needing them. Same goes for these!”
Before Jessie could protest further, he pulled down her shirt, and used it to tie her hands behind her back. Another flash of the scissors, and she felt her bra snap free, and his hands yank it away. He spun her around so that she was sitting on the table, facing him with her hands tied and her tits swinging freely. He smirked again, reaching out to play with her breasts. She held back a moan as he kneaded the heavy globes of flesh in his hands. He traced his thumbs around her nipples and as they grew into little hard buds, he pinched them, causing her to breathe sharply. Exquisite sensations flooded her body as he pulled and twisted her nipples, and she was finding it more difficult to resist as he put his warm mouth to one of her tits and sucked.
She felt a warmth shoot down into her stomach when he did that, and as he sucked one nipple and then the other, she felt an emptiness inside that needed to be filled, until her legs parted more, and her breath was coming in pants. This was horrible – he was her boss, and he was old! She should have been more disgusted, but it was getting harder not to cave completely. She tried to remind herself that she was being forced to do this, but when he moved towards her pussy, she wanted to beg him not to stop.
He slid a finger under her skirt, touching the wetness of her opening. His fingers found the warm, erect bud underneath her folds, and he began playing with it, teasing it back and forth, until the young, once-proud intern was throwing her head back and moaning, “Oh Mr. Morrison.”
“You are to call me ‘sir’ or ‘master’ when you address me, and if you slip up, you will be punished.”
He slipped two fingers inside of her. With one hand tugging a nipple, and the other sliding in and out of her cunt, she was desperate for him.
“Ohhhh sir, please.”
His grin was sadistic. “Please sir, what?”
All of a sudden, he pulled his hands back, and she opened her eyes in panic, lying spread and naked on his conference table. “No, don’t stop!” she pleaded.
He unzipped his pants with a grin, pulling out his hardened cock as he said, “You are a dirty whore. I knew you’d beg for this.”
He positioned himself in front of her, and tantalizingly waited at her entrance. Her breathing was ragged as he dragged himself up and down her opening, applying an easy pressure with his dick, but never slipping in like she wanted him to.
“Oh sir,” she begged.
“You have to say it, or I won’t do it,” he reached his hand up to tweak an erect nipple, enjoying the sight of her tied hands and thrust out tits.
Her hands clenched and she cried out, “Oh, fuck me, sir! Fuck me hard with your cock.”
He was hard, and for a lawyer, amply large. He rammed into her, pumping in and out, while she moaned uncontrollably. He fucked her brutally, going hard and fast while reaching down to rub her clit.
The combined pleasure pushed her closer to the edge, and she could do nothing but cry out as he pulled her legs over his shoulders and fucked her more deeply than he had before. She closed her eyes as she felt herself about to come. At the last moment, he pushed himself in to her, as far he could go, holding himself in place and grinding himself against her as she clenched and screamed, the waves of her orgasm gripping her tightly.
He pulled out, and forced her off the table. Holding her hair, he pushed her head towards his dick, and she knew that she was supposed to clean him off. Still shuddering from the aftershocks and with her boss’s dick buried deep in her mouth, she looked up in horror as the door opened and several men in suits walked into the conference room.
“Welcome, gentlemen,” Mr. Morrison said, still holding her head in place. “I’m just finishing up a few things, and we can start our meeting throughout which, my secretary will be available to assist you if there is anything you may need.”
The men unbuttoned their pants.
“For calling me a ‘bastard’, you need to be disciplined,” he told her. “Get over the table, and don’t move, or I’ll spank you twice as hard.”
“What!” she squeaked, as he dragged her over to the conference table in the next room, connected directly to his office with a door. Throwing her down on the table, he held her in place with one of his arms while the other hiked up her formal, black skirt, to reveal lace panties. Taking out a pair of scissors he kept in that room just for these occasions, he cut the sides of her panties, and promptly discarded them across the room.
“Why did you cut them!?” she asked, letting out a small cry of pain when he suddenly smacked her bare ass hard.
“Firstly,” he spanked her again, “Secretaries never question their boss. Secondly,” he gave her another hard spank, eliciting a red handprint and another cry of pain. “You will not be needing them. Same goes for these!”
Before Jessie could protest further, he pulled down her shirt, and used it to tie her hands behind her back. Another flash of the scissors, and she felt her bra snap free, and his hands yank it away. He spun her around so that she was sitting on the table, facing him with her hands tied and her tits swinging freely. He smirked again, reaching out to play with her breasts. She held back a moan as he kneaded the heavy globes of flesh in his hands. He traced his thumbs around her nipples and as they grew into little hard buds, he pinched them, causing her to breathe sharply. Exquisite sensations flooded her body as he pulled and twisted her nipples, and she was finding it more difficult to resist as he put his warm mouth to one of her tits and sucked.
She felt a warmth shoot down into her stomach when he did that, and as he sucked one nipple and then the other, she felt an emptiness inside that needed to be filled, until her legs parted more, and her breath was coming in pants. This was horrible – he was her boss, and he was old! She should have been more disgusted, but it was getting harder not to cave completely. She tried to remind herself that she was being forced to do this, but when he moved towards her pussy, she wanted to beg him not to stop.
He slid a finger under her skirt, touching the wetness of her opening. His fingers found the warm, erect bud underneath her folds, and he began playing with it, teasing it back and forth, until the young, once-proud intern was throwing her head back and moaning, “Oh Mr. Morrison.”
“You are to call me ‘sir’ or ‘master’ when you address me, and if you slip up, you will be punished.”
He slipped two fingers inside of her. With one hand tugging a nipple, and the other sliding in and out of her cunt, she was desperate for him.
“Ohhhh sir, please.”
His grin was sadistic. “Please sir, what?”
All of a sudden, he pulled his hands back, and she opened her eyes in panic, lying spread and naked on his conference table. “No, don’t stop!” she pleaded.
He unzipped his pants with a grin, pulling out his hardened cock as he said, “You are a dirty whore. I knew you’d beg for this.”
He positioned himself in front of her, and tantalizingly waited at her entrance. Her breathing was ragged as he dragged himself up and down her opening, applying an easy pressure with his dick, but never slipping in like she wanted him to.
“Oh sir,” she begged.
“You have to say it, or I won’t do it,” he reached his hand up to tweak an erect nipple, enjoying the sight of her tied hands and thrust out tits.
Her hands clenched and she cried out, “Oh, fuck me, sir! Fuck me hard with your cock.”
He was hard, and for a lawyer, amply large. He rammed into her, pumping in and out, while she moaned uncontrollably. He fucked her brutally, going hard and fast while reaching down to rub her clit.
The combined pleasure pushed her closer to the edge, and she could do nothing but cry out as he pulled her legs over his shoulders and fucked her more deeply than he had before. She closed her eyes as she felt herself about to come. At the last moment, he pushed himself in to her, as far he could go, holding himself in place and grinding himself against her as she clenched and screamed, the waves of her orgasm gripping her tightly.
He pulled out, and forced her off the table. Holding her hair, he pushed her head towards his dick, and she knew that she was supposed to clean him off. Still shuddering from the aftershocks and with her boss’s dick buried deep in her mouth, she looked up in horror as the door opened and several men in suits walked into the conference room.
“Welcome, gentlemen,” Mr. Morrison said, still holding her head in place. “I’m just finishing up a few things, and we can start our meeting throughout which, my secretary will be available to assist you if there is anything you may need.”
The men unbuttoned their pants.