*knock on the door*

Hello, sir. Can I come in?

Oh, no, you don't have to be so polite. I see you're busy, should I come in later?

Well, okay... if you say so, although I do hope I'm not disturbing you.

*door closes shut*

*footsteps approach*

Well, so... I've got something important to tell you. I wouldn't have disturbed you otherwise, during

this brief half-an-hour break you take on the evenings between appointments.

Yes, Sir, I know, the workload has been too much this week. You must be exhausted from all the

complaints these clients keep making. But you try your best. You do everything you can do to keep

them satisfied.

They may not understand it, but I do. I know.

But anyways, Sir, what I came here to tell you is of a more urgent nature.

Oh, no, you don't need to worry about the rest of the appointments. I have already postponed those

three appointments that you have in half an hour. Oh, no, don't worry, they can wait. This can't.

So, the thing is, your wife just called.

Yes, she called on my personal number about fifteen minutes ago.

No, don't worry, everything is fine, she is fine. It was just an ordinary phone call.

She did have a lot of important things to say, though.

She is really worried about you, you know. She says that she is really concerned about the recent

stress levels that she has noticed in you. I calmed her down and told her not to worry.

She said that you and her have been so busy with work lately that you can't even spend time together.

You, with your job here, and her with her teaching on the other side of town.

She told me that she has been so busy that she hasn't been able to find the time to be... intimate with

you at home.

Don't be embarrased, Sir. I am your Secretary, after all. And I do not take my Boss's health lightly, or

his relationship with his wife. As a married woman myself, I know how marriages can fall apart when a

husband and wife lose that connection of intimacy that binds them.

Can I sit beside you, Sir? I think what I'm about to tell you next is very important.

Thanks.

*sound of a chair being dragged*

I'm beginning to grow fond of her, you know, she's such a loving woman, Sir. Beautiful too, going by

this pretty picture of hers on the table in front of you. Who's that young girl beside her? Your

daughter? Aww, she's so pretty, just like her mother.

*light hearted chuckle*

But anyways, your wife is particularly concerned about how you have to stay late for work almost

everyday.

That some young and lively employee girl might cast her spell on you.

However, she told me that she trusts me. That you're in safe company as long as I'm your Secretary

and as long as you're in my... hands.

*voice tone changes to a low, less formal note*

Yes, Sir, I just placed my hand on your thigh. I hope I didn't alarm you.

Don't panic, Sir. It's all part of the arrangement. She wants this too, she thinks this is best for you.

And, as for me, I am more than willing to help my Boss release his tension and work with a clear

mind.

*whispers* She told me to keep your balls drained and your cock dry, for her. She doesn't want her

husband to get hard for those young interns and employee girls. We wouldn't want that now, would

we?

Excuse my language, Sir, but I think we'll need to give up some of the formality here. Just let the

tension go away and relax. I am here to help you. And your wife wants this, so there's no shame in it.

It's all... consensual.

Here, let me loosen your tie up a bit. Just lie back, yes. Lie back against the back of your chair. That's

right, Sir.

We can't bolt the door, though. We don't want the clients waiting outside to get suspicious, now do

we?

Let me drag my chair close to yours. Here we go.

Can you please turn your chair a little bit towards me?

Yes. That's it.

Let me massage your inner thighs a little bit, Sir, just to get you warmed up.

Yeah.

Just, like, that.

Hmm.

I love the smooth fabric of your trousers against my palm.

Hmm.

Do you like it, too? My hand gliding back and forth, back and forth along your thigh?

Hmm.

You're already getting excited, Sir. *chuckle* I can see the bulge in your pants.

Your wife told me you like to be... teased a little bit before you get an erection. You like foreplay,

don't you, Sir?

*kissing sounds for 4-10 seconds*

I don't know what my husband would say about this, Sir. *kiss* But I have to do this, it's my job. I

know that. And besides *kiss* I don't want to disappoint your wife *kiss* I promised her that I would

drain your balls for her *kiss*

Ah. You seem to have gotten very hard, now. That bulge feels quite big in my hand. Hmm. Oh.

I really want to see it now, I really want to lay my eyes on it.

C'mon, Sir, please unbuckle your belt and pull down your trousers. Show me, show your Secretary

your Boss cock.

Hmm.

The boxers too.

AHHH.

Jesus Christ, Sir.

Look at that cock.

It's soooo biig!

Oh, I wish your wife was here so I could tell her what a lucky woman she is.

Oh my God.

I *have* to touch it now, Sir. We need to do this quickly now before someone starts getting

impatient. They're all waiting outside!

Let me wrap my hand around your- GOOD LORD!

I don't think I can handle this, Sir. My hands are too small for it.

How does my hand feel... on your cock?

Can you feel the cold metal of my wedding ring against it?

Your wife told me you like some spit as lube. Do you mind if I spit on your cock, Sir?

Ok, Good.

*nice and full spit sounds*

There we go, shall we begin, Sir?

*STROKING SOUNDS BEGIN*

Hm.

You have such a lovely cock.

It's bigger than my husband's in fact.

His cock fills up my mouth pretty nice, but it fits in there without a problem. I don't think yours

would fit without some... struggle. No.

It's larger. I mean, look at it. Now this is what you call a boss cock.

Look at your wife's picture, Sir. Look at her while I stroke you.

Look how lovely she is in that light green soccer-mom sweater. Her full boobs poking out against the

fabric. And there's some cleavage too, oh, look at that! Those freckles on her chest are so sexy. Is that

why you keep this picture here, huh? So you can look at her cleavage all day.

You have a lovely wife, Sir. She's a keeper.

And your daughter's a site too? How's college going for her? Aww, look at that pierced navel of hers.

Such a doll. I bet she must be the rebellious type, the kind daddy can't control. Am I right? *chuckle*

Do you think of her when you get tired of work? Oh I bet you do. I bet you take this picture with you

into the bathroom outside and jerk off to her.

Don't you, Sir?

That's so perverted.

How does your Secretary's hand feel on your cock? Pumping it, nice and properly. Giving you a

thorough handjob? Huh? I bet it makes you feel powerful, right? Like you own me?

*spit sound*

You can think like that. I don't mind. I don't mind at all.

I may be a married woman, but in this office, you're the boss and you own me.

*spit sound*

Oh, you're starting to leak some precum, Sir.

Don't worry, my wedding ring won't get all dirty and sticky, and even if it does, I don't care, I don't

want to stop now.

Hmm.

Look her face, Sir. She's your lovely wife. She made me do this for you, that's how much she loves

you. You're lucky to have her.

Yes, you can put your hand on my head. Pivot yourself. Spread those legs wide. Focus on the pleasure

my hand is giving you. Urm. There you go.

You seem to be enjoying this.

I must confess, my husband likes my handjobs too. Mostly because my palms are so soft and small. He

doesn't last a minute once I start to jerk him off.

Do you want me to use my mouth on you, Sir?

*STROKING SOUNDS STOP*

Don't worry, it won't ruin my lipstick. Anything for my boss.

Shove it gently into my mouth, Sir, part open my lips with the head of your dick. Don't worry, shove

it in. It's OK, just push it into my mouth.

*mouth full* Yeah.

*sucking sounds for 15-20 seconds*

*deepthroat gag sounds*

Ahhh, Sir.

You did ruin my lipstick there, a little.

*STROKING SOUNDS RESUME*

You filled my mouth so well, Sir. I wish your wife could see us right now. She'd be so happy for you.

Is my wedding ring scratching your dick? No? Thank God, I wouldn't want that.

Let me lick your balls a little.

*licking sounds*

Yum. Those are so full. It's so sad she hasn't been able to empty them for you. Imagine the load she

would get out of this.

Hmm. Are you close, Sir?

Do you want to cum?

Where exactly do you want to cum? Huh?

What do you mean "I don't know"? You can cum anywhere you want, this is your office and you can

do whatever you want here.

Do you want to cum just like this and drench my little hand and my manicured and polished nails with

your warm cream as I coax even more out of it? Huh?

Or do you want to cum on your wife and daughter's photograph here? Coat their pretty smiling faces

and give them a nice little cum-tribute? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? That's so perverted, right?

Or even better, do you want to use my throat as your cum-drain? All you cum can disappear down it

and make my voice sound a bit weird the rest of the evening. Then, the people I talk to would think I

have a sore throat but it would actually be your cum inside of my throat. *whispers* But they would

have no idea!

You can even spill some on my lip-stick coated lips and I would smack it up.

I would even let you cum on my face, ruin my makeup. In fact, why don't you cock slap my pretty

little face right now. Yes, I want you to.

*STROKING SOUNDS STOP*

Do, it, Sir. Slap that boss cock on your Secretary's face. Your wife would love to see this.

*cock slap sounds* *moans*

You do that so good, Sir. Cockslap my chin and my cheekbones. Harder, Sir. Own me properly.

Don't miss my lips. There you go.

A few slaps on the forehead, Sir, please.

*cock thumping on face*

Thanks, Sir.

*STROKING SOUNDS RESUME*

You're about to cum, aren't you, Sir.

Where do you want to squirt it, tell me, I can arrange for anything.

On my tits?

Anything for you, Sir.

Let me take off my blouse.

There.

Ah.

And now... my bra.

Uhm

There we go. Look at my tits, Sir. I know, they're not as big as your wife's. But my husband says

they're beautiful. He likes how tight and perky they are.

Do you like my nipples. They're so dark, so full of milk. I can see your jaw drop. Isn't it strange,

though? These nipples walk in and out of your office every single day and you've never ever even had

the chance to see them exposed.

Well, until now, I mean. *chuckle*

They're also very sweaty from all the hardwork I've been doing on your cock. I worked so hard on

your boner. My elbows feel funny from all the stroking.

Okay then, stand up for me please, it's time to finish you off now.

Let me lie down here on floor.

There we go, kneel over me, Sir, slap your cock against my tits.

There we go, like a boss, Sir.

I need you to coat my tits nice and good. I won't even bother washing up afterwards, when my

husband sucks on them later, he might even taste some of your cum. *chuckle*

I don't think I can stroke you anymore, Sir. My elbow's sore now. You've lasted so long. Will you

please do it yourself as I lie here, right beneath you?

*STROKING SOUNDS BEGIN*

Hm. Nice.

Let me reach into my pocket...

...grab my phone

Yes, I think we should call your wife now

Or she'll start worrying

You also have an appointment in five minutes

Keep stroking

*dial tones*

*speaking to wife on phone* <Yes, Liz, it's me>

<Yeah, I've made sure of that, he's very close now>

She wants you to cum soon, Sir, you better get ready

<Yeah, he's doing it, he is all tightened up down there>

<Yeah, he's gonna cum on my tits>

<Does he cum a lot? How much?>

<Oh my God! I don't believe you>

<Do you want to talk to him?>

She says no, she wants you to focus on me right now

<Okay, Liz, bye, I got this>

Whoo, are you ready Sir?

My breasts almost look flat while I'm lying down like this.

Go on, Sir, get yourself to the edge. Just like that.

Your cock is all purple and swollen now.

God, you look gorgeous.

Hmm.

Are you ready?

Can you cum for me?

I want you to look into my eyes

Look into my eyes, Sir

Yes, don't break the eye contact

I want you to look at me, think of your wife and cum

She wants this, she wants every bit of this as much as you do.

Ready?

Yes?

Go on, Sir, you've waited so long, you deserve this

Okay, cum for me

Own me, boss.

I mean it, cum on, Sir.

Cum, cum, cum, cum, yesss

God

Paint my tits in your cum, oh yes

Squeeze it out, squeeze it ALL out, put a pearl necklace around my slender neck

Look how sweaty my breasts are for you.

Oh, yes.

Put some on my face, I don't care, coat it, coat it

Ahhhhh

Squeeze some into my mouth. Yummm.

Sirrrrrrrr.

Wow.

*breathing lightens 4-5 seconds*

That was great.

Just lie here with me, for a while. Come on. Just lie here while your cum dries up on my tits.

Ahh

This was good, wasn't it?

*knock on the door*

Oh, it must be the next client.

*kiss*