Secretary Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Freya explained and she sounded annoyed when she spoke to me but I just shake my head, she was just looking at me with a confused face. "Fuck! I love the idea of ​​a CEO and his secretary fucking in his office, mate. But I don't like the idea of ​​a pregnant secretary cheating on her husband." I explained my side to her before I let out a deep breath. I don't know why but it instantly killed my sexual desire when I heard her idea, I mean it doesn't make sense because it was just a roleplay but still it messed up my mind big time. I can't help but overthink what if I'm the husband of that secretary? What if I found out that my pregnant wife is constantly having sex with her boss?

Embark on tales of passion, in which everything begins to complicate and it becomes more difficult to keep the distance, all for the company, when they are together with all the employees gathered, then, gathered there, to show everyone involved in tales of passion, debauchery and sex, in which everyone has something in common, her company, in which they see her as a son, there in that environment they bring together the greatest stories of passion, sex and debauchery. That company, its headquarters, is a place where indiscernible pleasures take place, and even if they are not hidden from anyone, the attraction of these three characters for their young secretary is no mystery to anyone. From

she puckered her lips at her, then turned her gaze at me. I glanced at George, crossing her legs as she wrote on the tablet after Alex pointed at it. “George, her secretary,” I answered, sipping coffee again. “Just a secretary?” She raised her eyebrows, and like me, her eyes narrowed at her long legs. She sneered and moved her head closer to me. “Did you know how many secretaries had affairs with their bosses? Before you know it, men started hitting on them, ending up in an affair.” I heaved a sigh, remembering our contract. Alex is free to see anyone he wants to see. “He’s not a horse, Dyna. What do you want me to do? Put blinkers in his eyes?”

”I’d be very willing to answer your questions if they’re work-related, Mr. Xavier. However, forgive me for not being able to if it’s outside of work. My hands are very tied up with work right now,” the secretary said coldly. Also, her concealed hand was clenched into a fist, which reflected how nervous she was feeling. After all, that was the secret buried deep within her heart that she did not want anyone to know. Actually, she knew very clearly that the feelings she had for Damon were not pleasant since she was the CEO’s secretary. Hence, she had to keep that secret as air-tight as possible no matter what.

“We had a good time, the best sex of my life. I want us to do it again.” Then, her voice went down a notch. “I know you have been stressed lately. I came to your office and your secretary said you left early for the gym. I can help you let off some steam. We can have hot, wild sex…” I ignored the fact that my secretary was telling people about my business. My mind conjured images of me slamming my dick into a wet, warm hole. But instead of Caterina, I pictured Aria beneath me, writhing and panting.

The intense nature of the craving that had held him back was still a little shaken this morning. Layla. He had noticed that silence, and her feminine scent from the first day he hired her as his secretary. He had coveted her from the beginning but he had suppressed his sexual urges because he neither wanted nor needed some kind of trouble at work. Even so, the lust grew stronger and stronger, until it became an unbearable need that tormented him day and night, and the control began to crumble.

I learnt to live with that, and I would’ve done that, if he wasn’t having sex with his own secretary in a rather important room. “Oh, Shan, your pussy feels so good. You love Master’s cock buried deep inside your wet little cunt?” Muffled cries escaped my lips as my husband pounded his secretary with so much fervor I never thought he had. Just when would they notice me?! I watched Aaron moan recklessly in a room that smelled of citrus and sex as he groaned with an animalistic tone that told me he’d reached climax. “Aaron.” I was a shattered, broken mess and my voice was worse, hoarse and whispery.

She looks alarmed, eyes darting to the door, clutching the pad in her hands to her chest, I immediately feel awful for wording it that way. “What?” I shake my head. “You can relax, I’m very much into dicks, not chicks.” then it occurs to me that this might be too much information for a new secretary. Asher just let me say whatever so I’m not so clear what the correct protocols are in sharing stories like this. Mirabella looks relived now so maybe it’s good? Whatever, I'll never learn the right things to say to my secretary since I don’t plan to change secretaries, or stop fucking the real one.

There is also the reaction that says, “It hasn’t even been up to a month since she came here on transfer and she’s sleeping with the boss already? What a slut.” Then there is the reaction that says– and this is my favorite so far, “Who cares if Mr Ward is fooling around with the head secretary? It’s a tale as old as time and is none of my business.” By the time I arrive at my office, I’m already exhausted from taking inventory, especially of the people belonging to the second category. I just want to hide in my office all day. “Good morning,” Mariella’s voice is unusually chirpy. I resist the urge to groan and send her a warning look instead, “Don’t.”