Secretary’s overtime

Sheryl Johnson trembled with excitement when she heard the loud thud of the door closing. Her stomach cringed when the sound of the lock locking clanged through the sealed room, effectively isolating the content within from the interruption of the outside world. She knew he was here. Her boss, Keith Birmingham, was right in front of her. She could feel his burning stare piercing through her soft luscious skin. A whimper escaped when she realized how exposed she was. An hour ago, she was brought into a secret chamber surreptitiously constructed beside her boss’s office. Stripped naked and bound onto a gynecology chair, with her legs lifted and spread, Keith told her that he would be back after finishing the meeting with the board. Obviously now he had finished the meeting and came back to claim her.

She didn’t know how long she had waited. There was no clock and even if there was, she wouldn’t be able to see through the blindfold covering her beautiful blue eyes. With her sex vulnerably exposed, the wait only intensified her lust and need. She kept thinking of her boss’s thick length penetrating into her very core, claiming her, owning her every bit and that had considerably moistened the apex of those two slender legs.

She felt his touch on her feet, rubbing tenderly on each toe before moving along the calves. Another moan escaped her throat when the touch reached her thigh, approaching her desperate flesh. Sheryl shivered at the proximity of his deliberate touch, going so near to her moist opening but yet far enough to avoid touching it before moving upward onto her stomach.

“How are you today?” he cooed.

“Why I’m fine, thank you.” she quipped, holding her breath as she did so.

“Really? But that pink lips between your legs say otherwise.” he ran his big warming hands all the way up until her breasts were clutched.

Sheryl didn’t reply. Her mind was temporarily shut down by the intensity of his touch on her breasts. It felt so right. It felt like she belonged to him. But her mind returned quickly, formulating a witty response almost instantly.

“That’s very perceptive of you Mr. Birmingham, I’m sure you can rectify that glitch.” she tried to sound strong but her throat betrayed her.

“I believe so. But before the necessary action can be considered, i think we need to do something with your smart mouth, Sheryl.” his tongue rolled as he articulated her name.

Before Sheryl could respond, his lips pressed onto hers. His tongue pried open her lips and claimed her mouth with such carnal Sheryl couldn’t help but to melt under his spell. Moans rumbled from her throat as her boss sucked on her velvet lips. When he finished the heated kiss with a tug of her lower lip, Sheryl smiled sheepishly.

“I think that resolved the upper lips, now what should we do about the ones between that long legs of yours. They seem to be in a very desperate state to attract my attention.”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Without warning, Keith knelt down and plunged his powerful tongue deep into her wet opening. Sheryl writhed in ecstasy, loud carnal moans echoed within the confinement of the room. With the restrains biding her legs to the contraption, his tongue roamed uninhibitedly throughout her private region, tasting her liquid. His hands carefully searched her breasts and when the two hardened buds were located, he mercilessly pinched them, causing the woman to yelp.

“Stop. This is too…much…” she protested breathlessly, struggling against the restrains to protect her deliciously tormented flower. The leather strips did an excellent job keeping her legs wide open and her hands immobilized, exposing all her erogenous spots at the mercy of her boss. Sheryl was completely trapped. And she loved it.

Suddenly, Keith stopped. The abrupt halt of his tongue removed her from the state of ecstasy and immediately, Sheryl sulked.

“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted me to stop.” he teased while using his nose to nudge the swollen clitoris.

“You know that’s not true.” she countered.

“Oh? Then what is?” she could hear his grin.

“You know what.”

“I’m sorry. I’m afraid you will have to enlighten me.”

“Don’t stop doing what you were dong.” She gave in, and the added, “I want to cum.”

As soon as she said that, the tongue slid into her sweet spot once again. Sheryl shuddered at the sweet invasion of her private area and more moans came out of her. His removed one of his hand from the breasts and came down to collaborate with his tongue. Two fingers slid into her welcoming entrance and began rubbing on her g-spot. Keith almost laugh when he saw her thigh tensed up. He was grateful that her legs were restrained. This gave Keith unrestricted access to her as he slowly, inevitably drove her into a powerful, explosive orgasm.

Despite the need of orgasm, her legs struggled to close her sex as she approached climax. Her both soon began to shudder as her muscles took the defensive side and tried to jeopardize the work of her boss. Fortunately, the leather strip kept her open, preventing her instinct from shielding her most prized spot. Eventually, her back arched, her toes clutched into a fist, her eyes rolled upwards, her body convulsed as she let out an explosive orgasm, squirting out her juice directly onto Keith’s 500 dollar Armani shirt.

“Tsk tsk tsk, look what you’ve done.” he teased before planting a light kiss onto her sex.

Sheryl was bewitched beyond words, her mind drifted into wonderland as her body submitted to the exhaustion. But when she regained enough consciousness, she was surprised to see Keith’s pants were down and his length protruding proudly between her legs. When she turned her gaze upward and met his eyes, she saw an inferno burning within his eyes. Her womb clenched  with anticipation. The eyes were lecherous. A clear sign that he wanted her very much and not satisfying his lust was not an option. Sheryl gawked at his length and slowly shook her head.

“That – is – not – an – option.” he staccato, rubbing along her wet sex.

With a powerful thrust, he pushed his length all the way into her until it hit the hilt. Sheryl tensed at the forceful intrusion but nonetheless, it excited her. The previous orgasm made her entrance all the more accommodating to his large erection. Mercilessly, Keith pounded and pounded onto her wet sex. His thrust was unforgiving and his eyes burned with flames. Sheryl watched the man before her as he took her, claimed her whether she liked it or not. She felt vulnerable and defenseless against his sweet intrusion and cherished the moment with lustful moans. Then, the unthinkable escaped her mouth.

“Come inside me. I want your cum.” she uttered lewdly.

Keith slumped his body over her and his mouth claimed her mouth before whispering into her ear.

“Are you still on pills?”

“No. I stopped a few weeks ago.” she smirked, while enjoying his thorough and deep thrust. Nothing excited Sheryl more than feeling vulnerable and at the mercy of her boss and most of all, to be impregnated by him.

“Well then, it would be ashamed if we stop to put on a condom, wouldn’t it?” he exhaled.

Sheryl didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. It was clear from the moment she saw those burning eyes she knew even if she protested, it wouldn’t have made any difference. He wanted to breed her. And she wanted him to.

Soon, Sheryl could feel her own orgasm resurfacing once more. Breathing was ragged and hearts were pacing. Keith didn’t slow down right from the start, it only got faster and harder. Finally, Sheryl arched her body once again as the second orgasm washed through her body with euphoria. Her sex immediately clutched onto his, triggering him to unload his potent seeds into her fertile womb. He pushed deeply into her as his length deposited the white warmth inside her. Sheryl happily accepted his gift, half-closing her eyes while enjoying the spurt within her.

After that, Keith released Sheryl and both went to bed. They slept soundly and when the alarm went off, Sheryl woke up and prepared her boss’s next schedule. She smiled when she realized her boss had another meeting this evening. She would gladly wait for him.

 

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About robsam1991

Even though my stories depicts rapes and violence on women(mostly), i never once condone the action. Not even the slightest. In fact, i despise men who rape women. I never agreed on that women who wear provocative clothing were to be blame on for the rape; though they should take precautions when necessary to avoid risk. As a man, i think it's our responsibility to control ourselves and never let our urge out on innocent people. If you feel like raping someone, then treat a girl nicely so that she would opt for a role play where you can play out a 'rape' on her satisfyingly. Please use safe word.
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