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You sat at your desk as your fingers poised over the clacking keyboard, scrolling through countless emails and replying to them in a fake, overly nice manner. You were absolutely exhausted after starting this new job; you were thankful to have gotten it considering the current job market, but you couldn’t deny the developing eye bags that were forming. How heavy your eyes were that blinking was considered too dangerous, just in case you smacked your head on the desk and went to sleep.
It didn’t help that you had such a demanding boss. Leon S. Kennedy, CEO, and the boss you had to answer to as his secretary constantly.
Leon wasn’t a terrible person. He was quite sweet, and you were thankful for some of the good ways you had picked up on about him. However, you did feel uneasy about some parts of him, especially with the type of things he would be in demand for.
It starts as just a normal coffee and paperwork—normal for a secretary—then it escalates to helping him with his tie and his shoelaces and giving him a massage on his shoulders because “life is so stressful at the moment”. You didn’t mind entirely; it’s not like you disliked him, but you did have an inclination that those actions aren’t something you should be asking of your secretary and subordinate; you even mentioned this to your friends outside of work, and they felt uneasy about it, but it wasn’t like you were going to quit, that would be ridiculous, especially with the hurdles you had to go through in the interview process; you were sure you could handle a man’s creepiness. At least, that was the original thought before the day's events unfolded.
You tried your best to keep your gaze down and focus on the task at hand, sorting through your emails until you heard that buzzing-calling sound.
“Sweetheart, I need you.”
You heard Leon’s voice through the crackling sound from the box. He had this thing where he would never give you the respect—that he gave other colleagues—and call you by your title and last name; it was always terms of endearment like: sweetheart, darling, honey, but sweetheart was his favourite at the moment. You didn’t think much of it, only feeling that uneasy sense of weirdness as your face always scrunched up when hearing how his tone lingered on the syllables of endearment, but you thought nothing too bad would come of it; you just thought that it was an older man thing, that they didn’t mean it creepily—oh, how naive you were.
You rolled your chair backwards and opened his office door, seeing him in that smart-fitted suit as he folded his arms. His blue gaze looked upon you as it travelled from the top of your head to your high-heeled toes, taking in how your clothes hugged your frame and how you shuddered when he licked his lips, putting you under his arousing scrutiny.
“Hello, sweetheart,” he said in that tantalising smooth-toned voice, deep and warm as whiskey that made you feel a fuzzy feeling within your chest but also one that equally made your gut churn for a moment.
“Hello, Mr. Kennedy; what do you need today, sir?” you put on that fake customer-friendly smile everyone had in the workplace, ready to just get whatever task he wanted you to finish over and done with.
“Could you come here and proofread this for me? You’ve got a better eye for these things than I do,” he had in his hand a piece of paper with inked-out printing, some piece of paperwork you would have to check for typos or incorrect calculations… Like you were any good at it.
You gave Leon a quick nod before you let your heels click against the dark wooden floor, letting the room be filled with sensuality as you approached and let your shadow engulf him; you knew he was watching your reactions as your pupils darted from side to side to read the words and numbers, pretending like you were knowledgeable on the whole thing when matter-of-fact you weren't too familiar despite the basics of the basics.
Leon just stared—for a few moments—as he appreciated the woman that was right in front of him; he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for you when he looked at your facial structure, the way your hair was styled around it, and the way that blouse hugged around your chest and skirt around your ass, he would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about throwing everything off of his desk and pounding right into you as he pins you down onto the hard surface. But, he needed to elongate the process before he got to the ending, which would make him happy.
When you put the paper down, ready to tell him that you found no errors, you heard the sound of something dropping onto the wooden panels; looking down, you saw a few pencils had scattered and rolled off the desk, seeing that it was obviously not an accident when you saw that sharp and tantalising smirk that felt like it was looming over you in its smug nature.
“Could you get those for me, sweetheart?” he asked you, presenting that innocent look despite the darkened clouds looming over his gaze, soon giving his true intentions away, but what were you gonna do? Say no? There wasn’t room to say that; he was your boss, and you needed to keep this job, so you let a faint smile curve for forced jollity as you bent over and picked up the pencils with a ‘yes, sir.’
You felt the unnerving casualness that made the air in the room feel thicker, the tension between you two thick enough to cut through with a knife. Picking up pencils is a small gesture, nothing to read into it, but it was quite the opposite with Leon; he made it into something bigger than it was when you felt his gaze stick onto you and make your heartbeat be heard in your ear drums as you kept your knees on the floor while you picked up the pencils… one by one… Until you felt something, something you didn’t think he would be so bold to do.
As you had been picking up the lines of graphite, he had tucked his leather shoe underneath your skirt and picked it up, making your eyes widen. Your heartbeat falls into the depths of your innards as cold sweat starts to rear its existence after the catalyst of Leon’s actions. You felt the tip of his shoe rub against the fat of your ass, and hearing his shallow breath add a hotter tension into the room that made you feel suffocated. All you did was look back as your body shook, feeling the nerves reverberate through you.
“S-sir… What are you-”
“Shh…you’re so pretty like this… on your knees,” he lifted your skirt even higher to expose the lacy thong and your exposed ass, “so sexy,” he continued to whisper his seductive praises.
He sat back in his chair, letting the tip of his shoe press into the fat that made a plushy indentation that made his cock twitch within his trousers; you were so vulnerable, so unknowing, and he just wanted to take you right then and there as he felt your shuddering body to his touch. His smirk only widened when he witnessed you trap your bottom lip into your teeth.
“Oh, do you like this, sweetheart?” He wasn’t going to make you answer; he liked you all nervous and too embarrassed to admit that you liked having your own boss appreciate and want to use your body. He felt like he had won the lottery with how willing your body was for him.
“Hm, I like having you around… It's so sexy when you walk around the place… but I want more than you just playing secretary,” he watched as your pupils swallowed the colour of your eyes as you looked at him through a shuddering chest from broken breaths, “turn around for me, I wanna see that pretty face more clearly.”
At your own volition, you quickly obeyed without hesitancy, watching as he opened his legs and the growing bulge that was starting to develop underneath his navy trousers, imminently making you blush as you watched how your body affected him, how just the sight of your panties was making him rock hard underneath the cloth.
“Now, sweetheart… You’re a good little secretary, aren’t you?”
“Mmhmm,” you nodded in your timid response as you looked up at him with those ‘fuck me’ eyes.
“Yeah, you are,” he bent over and cupped your face gently and making you subconsciously fit the curve of your cheek in his large palm; all those underlying thoughts of creepiness soon faded away as you felt the heat radiate off of his body, and who knows, there have been people who fuck their boss and get many advantages on top of a new partner. “How about you take care of me… I’ve been feeling so stressed… I’m sure you can help me out with that, can’t you?” his voice was just like whiskey, smooth in its feeling but also a sensation of burning with how warmth pooled around your core and started to soak around your slit as your clit throbbed under the desire to be touched and to touch him.
“What do… What do you want me to do, sir?” you whispered, almost pathetically, as your pillowy and glossy lips parted as if you knew exactly where this was going; you weren’t completely stupid.
“I wanna use that pretty mouth of yours for good,” he started to unbuckle his belt and fill the room with the metallic sound that made your pussy throb as he lifted up his hips to pull down the trousers and the boxers, and letting you look in surprise as his large cock sprung out in front of you, inviting and enticing you to be a dirty girl for him. “Be a good secretary and suck it… You wouldn’t want your boss stressed, would you?”
“No, No, I wouldn’t.”
Your core fluttered as slick started to press against the lace barrier. You heard Leon’s shallow breaths as your hands collected around the base of his cock, pumping his long shaft and feeling the prominent vein rub against your soft palms, watching as his reddened tip was already oozing and weeping out a pre-release for the anticipation of your warm mouth. You maintained your eye contact as you left a big, wet, long, stripe along his shaft before taking him in and releasing muffled moans as you watched his head kick back.
“Oh, fuck, yes, g-gods, you’re so good at that,” his fingers started to tangle in your previously neat hair, causing frizzy strands to strike up as he smoothed his palms over your scalp, gently bucking his hips to guide his cock further into the warm and soaking valley of your mouth and throat.
You softly gagged at the feeling of his fat cock pressing against the back of your throat; you loved this, feeling your glossy lips stretch around him and tasting his salty length as you continued to suck and feel him.
“A-aah, yeah, you’re taking me so well,” he whispered another praise before he started to feel a little greedy, “Why don’t you take that blouse off… I wanna see those pretty tits.”
You took your mouth off of him in a loud, wet popping sound that made him shudder as the cold air pressed against his cock; continuing to palm and pump his throbbing length as he watched you unbutton the silk blouse until it became discarded cloth on the floor, soon accompanied by your bra.
You felt that pleasurable tingling feeling within your walls and a heated coil that was heating up as it tied together tightly when you squeezed the mounds of your chest for him, letting soft whimpers protrude from your lips as you squeezed onto the sensitive buds when looking into his darkened gaze.
His presence was demanding, yet arousing at the same time; a superior shouldn’t be doing this to their secretary, but let’s be honest, the fantasy has been around for as long as can be remembered; it wasn’t like you were complaining than an attractive older man wanted to use you as a cocksleeve. Of course, there was the little voice in the back of your mind telling you that this power dynamic was wrong; you were his employee, and it was highly inappropriate for him to be treating you like this, but the libido soon squelched the rational down as your heated core was wanting to take him on further.
You made his head fall back onto the headrest of his office chair again when you continued to leave swirls from your tongue on the tip of his dribbling cock, tasting that salty and creamy precum as you watched his chest fall up and down in broken tandem to his laboured breaths. You could feel your panties become completely soaked when a slow gushing release came down in your finish as you wrapped your breasts around his large cock, and heard his sensual moans fill his office room up.
“Fuck, aaah, keep going, don’t stop, making me feel so good,” he kept caressing your cheek as he watched you leave kitten licks on the tip of your warm plushy breasts hugged around his shaft. “Such a perfect, sexy girl.”
You sucked on the tip of his fat cock, watching him bite his lip.
“I’m so close; stop for a moment,” you obeyed what he needed and stayed there with an open mouth and squishing your tits together as you watched him pump his cock with his fist before covering your chest with his thick, sticky, white load; feeling that coil snap back into an eased relaxation when watching him pant down from his high after covering you with his mark.