The Secretary - Sex Stories

The Secretary

... turned on while performing her duties. I of course, ever the gentleman, empathized with her. She then whispered that she sometimes had to relieve herself in the ladies room. “Its a shame”, I’d said, “that we don’t have anyone on staff to help her.”

She’d giggled, “I know! Right! I have to lick Nancy’s pussy, someone should be there for me!”

I laughed it off, knowing she’d had a couple drinks and the occasion was one of celebration, “Perhaps if you make director or partner” I smiled, and switched topics quickly before she got herself into any real trouble.

I was pulled from my reveries by the amazing pressure of her throat on my cock head as Gabriella’s nose made it to my belly. I was fully leaned back in my chair, head back and moaning in pleasure. She didn’t often deep throat my cock to the hilt, but oh fuck did it feel good when she did. She held herself there, not working her tongue as she felt my cock twitching dangerously close to an orgasm. She’d only been at it for 5 minutes, and had the rest of my lunch break yet to go. After I settled down, she began moving her head again. Drool ran all over my cock and balls, collecting on the towel she’d set out for me.

Gabriella had quickly learned to remove her makeup as soon as she got to the office, although I’d heard a rumor that our CFO liked to see her first thing in the morning before she’d removed her makeup and enjoyed helping her get a start on it. But no matter how hard a day she had, she looked all dolled ...

... up and beautiful after freshening up before heading home for the day. After ten minutes of working my cock close to another orgasm and back down again, thick slobber was hanging off her chin and my balls and belly were soaked. Snots rand down her nose and tears streaked her face. Her eyes smiled at me when we made eye contact. Sometimes I liked to watch her beautiful face, but mostly I just laid back and enjoyed it.

Once she started, Gabriella’s mouth never came off my cock. I didn’t know how she did it, but the girl was skilled and worth every penny of her salary.

After twenty minutes of working my cock, my legs were twitching uncontrollably and my hips bucking in tiny thrusts. My hands, seemingly on their own volition, reached to grab her head. There were rules against that too, but she never complained about it, and if I got too carried away, that ever present hand on my balls would squeeze just a bit harder than necessary and I’d get the hint. Once she’d gotten me to this point, I was completely in her control. She’d suck hard and bob, change her tempo and pressure. Sometimes, just stop and lash the underside of my cock with her tongue. I was lost in pleasure, cursing and moaning. Little did I know that I was so loud that Joan could hear it all. Later she told me that I was begging Gabriella to make me cum, and I’d called her an evil succubus before spouting total gibberish. By that time, my entire body was shaking and there was still thirty minutes left in my lunch ...