Secretarial Duties 2 - Party with the Boss - Sex Stories

Secretarial Duties 2 - Party with the Boss

... be more exciting than the evening with Barry she had planned. Mr. Johnson came close to her and took her chin in his hand. He was at least six inches above her own five-six. He f***ed her face up. “So, what's it going to be, Patricia?” Patricia gazed at him and wordlessly reached up to unbutton her blouse. She took her time, acutely aware that now three of the men were watching her with rapt attention. Only Undertaker showed no change in attitude. “I do this tonight, and?” The inflection in her voice conveyed the meaning of her question. “You're in no position to barter, Patricia.” Mr. Johnson looked at her expectantly. She finished unbuttoning the blouse, and shrugged it off, catching it as it fell and putting it neatly on the back of a near-by chair. She purposely took pains to gracefully display herself to them. Adroitly, she reached behind herself to unzip her skirt, taking advantage of the opportunity to show her toned abs. The large man gave a wolf-whistle as her skirt dropped to the floor. She felt satisfaction, but this time refrained from smiling. She stepped out of the skirt, knelt to get it, and placed it beside the blouse. “She's gorgeous!” Again, Large Man was more demonstrative than the rest. Patricia again intentionally displayed herself for her appreciative audience. Turning her back to them, she reached up to unhook her bra, only to have Mr. Johnson do the job himself. A little annoyed to have her plans altered, Patricia shrugged off the bra, exposing her ...

... firm breasts and perk nipples. She realized she was breathing hard again, scarcely able to contain her excitement. Mr. Johnson put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to the men. “Don't be shy, Patricia. We're going to all get to know one another quite well tonight. No point in hiding.” His hands moved to her breasts, massaging them firmly, causing her to tip her head back and close her eyes in pleasure. “I love how the black lace contrasts with that lovely golden skin of yours. Tell me, Patricia, are you as smooth as that tiny little g-string suggests? Let's find out, shall we?” He hooked his fingers through the tiny strap and then, picking up scissors from his desk, cut it. Patricia spread her legs ever so slightly and the bottom fell to the floor. “Oh, look at that! What a lovely, lovely pussy, Patricia! Oh, and what's this? Moisture? Are you excited, Patricia? What a naughty little slut! I knew you were a tramp, but I never suspected this. Very nice, Patricia. I think we're all going to have a very good time, Patricia.” The three seated men were moving closer. Large Man was awkwardly removing his pants, having already dropped his jacket. The other two made no effort to disrobe. “Come here, cunt.” Johnson pulled her to the leather sofa and f***ed her over the arm, so she rested on her elbows, ass outwards. “If only I had my Louboutins on,” Patricia thought to herself. “My legs look so good in high heels.” She smiled as she heard the zipper on Johnson's pants, felt his ...