Hot Sexy Secretaries Novels & Stories

“Your coffee” “Take a sip” He ordered “Excuse me?” “How do I know you’re not trying to poison me? Take a sip” “If I seemed like the type to poison your coffee then why did you send me and not your secretary in the first place?” She asked and at his glare she added “Sir” “My secretary got fired” no “You fired George?!” Her eyes bulged. It seemed like his special ability was shocking her “Yes. Now sip” She took the cup carefully and took a sip. Then forced herself to swallow. So bitter “There. I didn’t try to poison you” She wanted to put it back on his table but he stopped her

I asked confused "I have a ball I have to attend tomorrow, Calhoun Ballenge is throwing a huge party tonight to raise awareness about his presence in the upcoming election. I don't want to go alone, I remembered you also said something about liking him too. , I suppose you'd thrilled to tag along too" I have never been to such occasions, he was right I'd be thrilled to. "As your secretary, I suppose" "No Miss Hardy, as my date or plus one." "I have never heard of bosses taking their secretaries as their date" "You are different, I guess. For some reason I don't see you as my secretary" For some reason that sounded akward. Mr Angelo's Hateful words came rushing back. 'He made them feel differ

They were instruments, cutting through pretense, measuring every ounce of her worth. “You are Ava Reed,” he said, calm and commanding. “Yes,” she replied. “I am here for the secretary position.” “You are late.” Her heart lurched. “I am… I am sorry, sir,” she stammered. “Traffic was…” “Traffic,” he repeated, sharp and measured. “I hope your work ethic is better than your punctuality.” Ava swallowed hard and nodded. “It is, sir. I will not disappoint you.” He studied her silently, and she felt every hesitation, every doubt, every insecurity laid bare beneath his gaze. Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Very well. Follow me.”

” Okay where the hell is this voice always coming from, and the fact that it knows the perfect right time to attack me is straight up annoying as fuck. And the perfect way to erase the voice is to ignore the voice, even tho he’s right. Apart from the sex with my boss, that was the best weekend I ever spent. I’m gonna miss every thing in that house, especially their shower, I’m so gonna miss them all. Can’t wait to be rich. I lazily flip through the files when something ticked in my brain! That my stupid co secretary is my slave till I have forgotten but she still is. Damn I thank no one I remembered, heaven knows too well if I did this work, I’m gonna fall sick a day later.

Maxwell I felt all thoughts of murder and skinning a certain William Rodriguez alive fly out of my head at the words that came out of my secretary's mouth that evening. "What?" "Sleep with me." There was no way she was serious, right? But it looked like she was, with the way she was moving closer to me and looking all seductive. It was as if a switch had turned in her head, and I couldn't really blame it on the drink since it was only one can of beer we had both had.

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked Hellena up and down with obvious disdain. "I'm honestly curious," Mita chimed in, a tall, slender woman with heavy makeup. "Why has Mr. Kael kept her around for five years? Secretaries to CEOs at other securities firms are usually models or former beauty pageant finalists. At the very least, they're pleasant to look at during meetings, not someone who takes up an entire seat like she does."

And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen. Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me. But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.

"Not all people can be rich. Well, mind me, we are both middle class girls, we are not like that rich asshole, Sasha, who would give up her enlarged p*ssy for some dollars," "Should I come pick you up or vice versa?" Shelby asked. Paige looked at the deserted road and sighed softly. "Come pick me up. No taxi over here," "Great! I will be there in 10 minutes, and I will be sure bit to ruin my mani's. They are so precious to me," Shelby muttered taking a look at her coloured fingernails. "Just be here," **** "Sir, this are the documents," his secretary gave him the documents for the arrival of the new food industry,"

“Good girl… such a good fucking girl… Daddy’s filling you up… so much cum… gonna drip down your legs all day… His body finally shuddered to a stop, cock still twitching inside me, buried to the balls. My pussy kept fluttering around him, milking every last drop while I panted and whimpered against the desk, completely wrecked. He leaned down, chest heaving against my back, and pressed a rough kiss to my neck. “Fuck… you’re perfect,” he rasped. “My perfect little secret who is now my new secretary. “Wait what!”

Bastard. For as long as I could remember, fucking my secretaries was a secret tradition of mine, watching them squirm to get my attention made it even more fun. They knew I had the money and they were desperate enough to want a taste of it so I gave it to them but I gave them more, I gave them my balls, buried deep within their watery tight cunt. My phone buzzed and I wondered who was calling at such a bad time. ‘’Hello’’ an angelic voice said at the end and my cock spring back to life excited at who was at the phone