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Life as a Secretary

[Titles aren't my strongest suit.]

Slap

As I heard a phone ring, I reached down and pulled her head towards me.

“Miss Marks, the phone’s going. I’m going to pick it up, and you will be very, very quiet for me.”

While pulling my phone out of my suit, I let the riding crop in my hand trail my boss’ firm, red ass.

“Good afternoon, Executive Office. This is Austin speaking. How may I help you?”

As the corporate drone on the other end, well, droned on, I watched my boss shiver with anticipation underneath me. She had hastily stripped off her blouse and skirt, revealing a scanty set of underwear barely plastered across her lewd body. Currently she lay on her desk, strapped down and gagged. One of the most powerful women in the country and here she lay, jiggling her ass for me like some cheap hooker.

Feeling my gaze on her slutty body, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards slightly. Before I could stop her, she moaned loudly into her gag, a hyperbolic sound effect that made her seem more like a pornstar than a CEO. I muted the phone.

Slap

I brought the riding crop down on her ass. Hard. She groaned into her gag in pain, but her eyes were fixed on me, gleaming with a mischievous light. 

“Angela, Miss Marks, if you do that again, I will tell them exactly what the source of that sound was.”

I unmuted again.

“Are you there? Austin?”

“Hello, I’m back with you. Apologies, we had a technical malfunction.”

“R-really? That sounded like- well, nevermind. Anyway-”

And off they went again, rambling on about the various roles our esteemed leader had assigned to them through me. She was insufferable in more ways than one for putting me through this. All the while, I slid the end of my riding crop between her legs. I didn’t move it an inch, but Angela ground against it. She knew exactly what effect her tight ass had on me.

And as I mindlessly issued orders on behalf of the woman that grinded against my crop like some wanton slut, I found myself playing with her cunt again, hidden beneath a thin layer of fabric. Finally, I drew my phone back into my suit pocket.

We’d both worked ourselves up. We both needed one thing. I gripped her legs, flipped her onto her back, and pulled her across the table, parting her legs around me. She yelped into her gag before turning around with a smirk in her eyes. Fucking cocktease. She’d get exactly what she deserved.

I reached over, pulled her gag off, and just as she was about to speak, slapped her sharply across the face.

“You’re going to get us fucking caught one day, Angela. Do you not realise that or do you only think with your cunt?” I growled, punctuating my sentence by rubbing my groin against her hot fuckbox. Angela pouted slightly, an exaggerated feature born out of pure sarcasm.

“Aww, is my poor little secretary mad at me? What are you going to do about it? Your boss is being such a maddening bitch. Aren’t you going to take it out on me?”

In moments I had my erect cock out and pressed against her panties. My hand shot out and latched onto her throat. She moaned again, her eyes filled with hazy lust as she gripped my forearm, sweeping her fingers across my veins. With my cock, I pushed aside her panties and slid into her effortlessly. She’d been soaking, her hot slick causing a mess on her expensive table. I felt her elastic walls squeeze my cock, tightening with each maddening thrust. 

“Is this what you wanted, you crazy whore? To be dominated and fucked by your own subordinate? Fuck, if only the world knew what a sex-crazed woman you are.”

She moaned incoherently, her eyes rolling back. She was at my mercy completely and she loved it. She needed this more than I did. My hand still gripping her throat, I raised a hand and slapped her perfect tits, watching them jiggle and hearing her lose her mind even more. What a complete painslut.

We’d been edging each other for an hour now. It wasn’t long before I felt her body shudder against me. At that moment, I felt her grip down even harder on my cock, and I could do nothing but fill her with my creamy spunk. We leaned against each other for a minute, our ragged gasping casting a symphony of desire. Then we chuckled faintly.

“Time to get you showered up, Miss Marks. You’ve got a meeting with Finance in half an hour.”

And with those words and a brief kiss, we went about our day again.