Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia - Sex Stories

Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia

... out onto his crotch. She could feel her PC muscles alternately clinching and releasing that beautiful cock. And now she could feel his cock throb inside her, jet of hot cum splashing inside her. He squeezed her breast again, even harder. Such perfect pain! She went limp against him, her hand gently teasing his her, her lips kissing his chest. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Ah. Very nice. You're one very good fuck, princess. Here, let me have your towel.” He pushed her off his lap, then used the towel to wipe her juices off his crotch. “Your clothes are over there. Good day, Patricia.” Johnson threw the towel in his trash and turned his attention to whatever work was on his desk. Clearly, he had dismissed her already. Patricia thought about showering again, but decided against it. Nude, she wiped her own crotch with the other towel, then slipped on her stockings and fastened bra. She didn't find any panties, but decided she probably didn't really need them. She slipped her dress on over her head, stepped into her shoes, and took a minute to fasten her necklace around her neck. She opened the door. “Thank you, Mr. Johnson.” “Ummmm.” He didn't even look up. Patricia went back to her own office. “Ted, I'm back. Hold any calls. That meeting was MUCH longer than I anticipated.” Patricia headed straight to her own office. “Er, do you still want your scone and latte, Ms. Winegarden? I can mike the coffee to warm it.” “That would be nice, Ted. Just bring it in.” She entered her ...

... sanctum, sat at her desk, and smiled. Then she pulled up the first report. The afternoon went too quickly. Although she didn't remember the details exactly, her morning session had lasted until 12:30, so effectively, she only had half a day's work. Still, Patricia was able to focus on her tasks more completely than usual. Perhaps the morning's activities had cleared her head? Maybe she ought to do this every morning. She smiled. She texted Bill, asking him to give her an extra hour before picking her up. When he finally arrived, the office was empty. Since security knew him on sight, he came directly to her office. Patricia looked up and smiled. Bill was so sweet. Not always as attentive as she wished, but always sweet. Suddenly, she wanted Bill, in the worst way. She stood, stepped forward, and hugged him tightly. He returned the affection, and kissed her. The gentle kiss became a passionate one, as Patricia's one hand explored his back while the other played with his hair. Bill picked her up and set her on her desk, pushing her back until her butt was fully resting on it. He kissed her throat, and his hands started pushing her skirt up. “What's this? No panties?” Bill couldn't hide his surprise. “I was kind of hoping you might feel frisky,” Patricia responded, breathing hard. All that sex this morning and now she was feeling as horny as a teenager. “Mr. Johnson was right,” she thought. “I really am a slut.” Bill knelt at her knees and kissed each knee, then each thigh. She leaned ...