Your Temp Secretary

Firefly0766

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Business is good and you've been swamped, needing help to catch up you contact the temp agency to send over a Secretary for the day. I arrive at the office wearing this red top and black lacy skirt, 3 inch platform, fuck me heels.

I ask where you want me to start and very distractedly you show me your filing system and what you need me to file. I can see your cock already bulging in your pants in the ten minutes since I've arrived at the office. The file cabinets are in your office straight across from your desk, you sit back down and I get to work. Organizing the files from the end of the alphabet forward, I lean over, my ass out to you and start filing in the bottom drawer. As I'm working, I turn to the side to grab more files, my breasts almost spilling out of my top as I'm leaning over. I continue to work, noticing that your typing on your keyboard has stopped. I've allowed my skirt to hike up in the back as I continue to bend over deeply as I'm filling I look over my shoulder, my ass high in the air and see you staring, with an amazing smile on your face. Worried, I ask if I am doing everything okay, I really want to do a good job for you here I say, please let me know if I'm doing anything wrong. You reply that I am doing perfectly, but that you have a couple other projects for me to work on as well.

Anything, I say, just tell me what you need. You reply that you've been working non-stop since 4 AM connecting with your European business offices and that you're stressed from a morning of putting out fires. I walk to your desk, leaning forward and tell you, relaxation is one of my specialties, do you want my help to de-stress and relax? God yes, you say and I move around your desk, behind your chair, moving my hands up your arms to your shoulders and neck. Your chair back is low, so as I'm massaging your tight shoulder and neck muscles my breasts rest against the back of your head, the deep v bouncing gently up and down as I move. I look down to your crotch and see your cock is rock hard and bursting against your pants. I lean to the side over your shoulder and rub my hands down your chest, my tits spilling over your shoulder, I kiss down the side of your face, your ear, your jawline and you turn your face to me, I kiss you soft at first, my lips easing open as your hungry mouth seeks to connect with mine. My hands reach down and caress and rub your inner thighs, you spread your legs wide and I rub the V, wanting your hard cock out so badly.

Your hands have slid up my thighs to my ass and you see that I don't have any panties on and you moan as we continue to kiss deeply, my hands moving to unbutton and unzip your pants to free your cock, your hands exploring my ass. I'm facing you as you sit in your chair, my legs between yours and I lean in to kiss you hard and deep, your hands move from my ass to my tits, squeezing outside my top, rubbing my nipples through the fabric... I moan into your mouth as you do this, becoming even wetter between my legs. You slide your hands down the side of my breasts under my top and you free them out of my bra. Teasing, kneading, pinching, rubbing, my mouth hungrily kissing you as you explore every inch of them with your hands. All the while, I have been stroking your rock hard cock with both my hands, I drop down to my knees, look up at you, and lick the head, swirling my tongue around the tip, already tasting your precum, salty sweet delicious...... Still looking up into your eyes I slide your whole length into my mouth, your head pressing hard against the back of my throat, I suck deep and gag a little, still loving how you taste, how you feel, how you fill up my whole slut mouth. I let my spit drip down and lube up your cock for me to suck in earnest, up and down, with only my mouth, cupping and rolling your swollen balls in my hand, moaning at how good your feel inside of me. I slide off and ask you how it feels, do you like it? tell me.... I ask if you are feeling more relaxed and you say, a little.... I plunge my mouth back down onto you, sucking in rhythm up and down, in and out, hard, fast, deep and hot. my hands resting on your thighs for balance my head bobbing up an down, tits shaking. I can tell you are so close, I slide off again, my eyes never leaving yours and I ask if you want to cum... you say god yes, I say there is something I want, you say anything, I want you to cum, to shoot your hot load deep into my mouth and let me drink every last drop, to lick and suck you clean. A moan escapes your moth, you pull me up for a deep kiss, tasting your own precum in my mouth and say yes, that would be amazing, so relaxing and hot.

I look up at you as I slide my mouth deep onto your cock again, sucking deeply, wanting to taste all of you. Sliding up and down my tongue swirling the tip as I pull up and plunge down again, fast now, my mouth fucking your cock, deep in and out, faster and faster, as I cup and squeeze your balls.... I feel your hips tensing and your hips pump up to match my pace, plunging your cock even deeper into my throat, gagging me, spit dripping down, you moan and pump fast, I feel your cock start to twitch, you load is coming, I stop moving on you and position my mouth with your cock halfway in my mouth, I want to make room for your cum, I want to get every last drop, as you pump your entire load, hips moving off your chair, I suck you like a straw hungrily drinking all of your juice in, my eyes on yours and your body continues to convulse your cock into my mouth. You taste so good, feel so good...

You fall back into your chair, a lazy, satisfied, relaxed smile on your face. Your hands move to caress and squeeze my breasts, your thumbs flicking over my nipples... you open your eyes, looking at me and say, you did a perfect job with that, your work pleases me very much.

Now for the next project....
 
As I sit in my chair in the afterglow of the orgasm you exceptional mouth just gave me, I look over at the pile of paperwork that still needs to be filed. I ask you while I relax, if you could finish filing the paperwork for me. Also, I mention that some of the cabinets that they go to are a little dusty, and it might be advantageous to remove any of your clothes you don't want to get dust on. Feel free to lock my door and close the blinds if you see fit.
 
I look over and assess the pile of filing needed to be done and the dusty state of the shelves and cabinets. I walk over to the office door and lock it, but you notice I don't close the blinds. Then looking over at you, I strip down to my panties, bra, thigh high stockings and my three inch heels and begin to file. I ask if you would mind some music? You reply no, that would be fine. This work is really tedious and I enjoy the distraction of the music. I start to sway and dance in time with the music and hum along to one of my favorite songs.
 
I see that you have not closed the blinds. I say to you that while I appreciate your lack of modesty, I don't want productivity to stop for the rest of the office. I stand up, removed my pants and boxers, and walk over and close the blinds myself.

I then walk over to where you are and swat you on the ass. I then come up behind you, grab your head by the cheeks and turn it to make eye contact with me. "If I suggest you do something, even if I leave it open ended, I advise you do what I suggest fully. You didn't know my expectations, so I won't punish you this time."

I leave you to your duties and turn up the heat in the room, so that it is comfortable when naked. I then remove my shirt, shoes and socks and sit in my chair completely naked and watch you as my cock starts to come back to life.
 
I start at the swat you give my ass but at the same time it creates a tingle between my legs. I understand your point about productivity and I guess a desire for modesty. Internally, I stifle a groan, wishing I could tell you about every boss I've had who thinks they are Christian Grey.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize you had taken off all of your clothes before you sat back down at your desk. Your cock is already hard again and that makes me even wetter between my legs. It seems you are not as worried about productivity as you lead me to believe...
 
Your productivity, I'm not concerned about. My co-workers don't need to be distracted while you tend to my needs.

Seeing you finish filing all the paperwork, I look at you and remind you that I've been here since 4 AM and haven't had breakfast. Could you please prepare me something to eat?
 
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