My Secretary is a bit too Wild

Final Chapter of Today. Well, Unless you guys somehow bring in 100 stones before midnight that is. (Its 9 pm here, so you have 3 hours for that)

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"You know what to do, right?"

She nodded hesitantly, her cheeks flushed, eyes flicking between my face and the bulge in my pants. She stepped off the desk, her body trembling slightly with anticipation—or was it fear? Fuck if I knew. But hey, let's find out.

Just as she was about to kneel down, I stopped her. "Wait a sec, Cassie. We'll do that, but sometime else. For now, I want to be inside you."

Her eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "But... but, Boss, I... I don't know if I can..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

I leaned forward, my gaze steady on her. "Don't worry, Cassie. I'll guide you through it. But first, strip for me."

A soft whimper escaped her lips, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for the buttons of her shirt. Fuck, she was a sight—shirt hanging open, bra pulled down to reveal those perfect, perky tits, skirt hiked up to her knees, and those fucking sexy stockings. But I wanted more. I wanted it all.

"Come on, Cassie. Don't be shy. Show me what you've got," I encouraged, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

Her fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons of her shirt, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She was taking her sweet time, but fuck, it was worth the wait. I could see the struggle in her eyes, the mix of embarrassment and arousal. It was fucking intoxicating.

Finally, she managed to undo the last button, her shirt falling open completely. She hesitated for a moment, then shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. Her bra was still pulled down, her tits on full display, nipples hard and begging for attention. But not yet. First, the skirt.

"Keep going, Cassie. I want to see all of you," I commanded, my voice firm but teasing.

She bit her lip, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. There was a moment of hesitation, then she reached for the zipper of her skirt, slowly pulling it down. The sound of the zipper was like fucking music to my ears, each click revealing more of her luscious body.

The skirt fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. She stepped out of it, standing there in just her stockings and that sexy as fuck black lace panty. Damn, she was a goddess, a fucking work of art. And I was the lucky bastard who got to enjoy it.

"Turn around, Cassie. Let me see that ass," I ordered, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.

She hesitated, her eyes flicking to the door as if considering making a run for it. But then, with a soft sigh, she turned around, giving me a full view of her perfect, round ass. The panties were practically see-through, leaving little to the imagination. Fuck, I could see the outline of her pussy lips, glistening with arousal.

"Boss, please... I'm embarrassed," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

I chuckled, not bothering to hide my amusement.

"Don't be. You're fucking gorgeous, and hell, embarrassment just makes this more fun, Cassie dear," I said, giving her a playful smirk. My hands found their way to her perfectly round ass cheeks, kneading them like dough. Fuck, they were firm yet soft, the perfect amount of jiggle—absolute perfection. Cassie let out this soft gasp, her body tensing at the touch, but she didn't pull away. Good girl.

I slid my fingers down, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy through her stockings and panties. Fuck me, she was already soaking wet. I started rubbing her over her clothing, feeling her clit harden under my touch. Cassie's breath hitched, and she let out this moan that was like fucking music—"Mmmph, oh god…"

"Come here," I commanded, giving her ass a final squeeze before stepping back. She complied, her movements slow and hesitant. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, a mix of embarrassment and desire swimming in those baby blues. Fucking perfect, just the way I liked it.

"Now, climb up on me," I ordered, leaning back in my chair like a king on his goddamn throne. My cock was aching, throbbing with anticipation. She took a tentative step forward, her hands reaching out to steady herself on my shoulders. But just as she was about to climb onto my lap, I stopped her. "Not like that, Cassie. Remove those too." I gestured toward her panties and stockings with a playful wag of my finger.

Her eyes widened, and she hesitated for a moment. I could see the internal struggle playing out across her face—the desire to please versus the reluctance to bare it all. But in the end, she nodded, slipping her thumbs under the waistband of her stockings and pulling them down. Her panties followed, sliding down her smooth legs before pooling on the floor.

And there it was, her pussy in all its glory. Fuck, it was a sight to behold—pussy lips puffy and dripping, glistening with arousal. I could see her clit peeking out, begging for attention. My mouth watered at the sight, and I had to hold back the urge to dive right in.

As she stepped out of her undergarments, she heard the soft zipping sound of my own pants being undone. I slowly pulled out my monster of a cock—ten inches of throbbing, veiny glory, glistening at the tip. It was a sight to behold, if I do say so myself.

Cassie gulped, her eyes wide as saucers as she took in the sight of my glorious dick. "Oh my god," she breathed, her voice a mix of awe and terror. I grinned, patting my lap with an exaggerated flourish. "Come on, Cassie. We don't have all day. You want others to come knocking on the door or what?"

She hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and climbing onto my lap, straddling me with her knees on either side of my hips. Her naked tits pressed against my chest, and her warm pussy was teasingly close to my waiting cock.

"Good girl," I murmured, running my hands up her sides, feeling the softness of her skin. "Now, grind that pussy on my cock. Show me how much you want it."

Cassie hesitated for a bit before starting to grind her hips, coating my cock with her juices. Fuck, the sight of her glistening pussy sliding up and down my shaft was insane. I leaned in, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and biting gently. My fingers found her clit, rubbing it in circles as she ground against me.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate. "Oh god, oh god… mmmph, ah," she whimpered, her hips moving faster. I could feel her pussy getting even wetter, her juices dripping down my cock. It was fucking hot.

"Alright, enough with the foreplay," I said, my voice low and rough, like I'd been gargling gravel. I gripped Cassie's hips firmly, lifting her slight frame with ease, positioning her directly above my throbbing dick. She let out this soft little whimper, her eyes flicking back and forth between the monster in my pants and my smirking mug.

"You know what they say, Cassie," I winked at her, "A good secretary always... rises to the occasion." I chuckled at my own cheesy joke, knowing full well the 'rising' she was about to experience.

Cassie blinked, confusion written all over her face. "Rises? I don't underst-aaaaah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, I pulled her down hard, impaling her on my cock. Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' as she felt the full length of me stretching her out. Fuck, the sight of her taking it all was like a goddamn masterpiece.

Oh god, oh god. This can't be happening. I'm not really sitting on my boss's dick, am I? 

Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she let out a gasp that was half-pain, half-pleasure. "Oh god, so deep... ahhh," she whimpered, her body tensing with the sudden intrusion. It was like watching a deer caught in headlights—she didn't know whether to scream, fight, or freeze.

"Damn, Cassie, you're tight as a drum down there," I groaned, lifting her up slightly before slamming her back down. The wet squelching sounds of her pussy taking my cock filled the room—schlick, schlick, schlick. It was fucking music to my ears. "Hear that? That's the sound of your pussy saying 'hello' to my cock."

What am I doing? This is my boss, for god's sake! But... oh god, why does this feel so good?

She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to adjust. "Boss, it's... it's too much," she whispered, her body trembling.

I leaned in, nipping at her earlobe before murmuring, "My cock knocking at your door, and fuck, it's demanding to be let in." I accentuated my point with a hard thrust, making her gasp. "Now, be a good secretary and let me all the way in."

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